Proper religions have their relics. These are objects such as a shriveled bishop's hand, the skull of a nun... that type of thing. Ideally they should be items weathered by time, and musty. People should look upon them with confused wonder.
We have our relics too, thankfully of a less morbid nature, which hopefully disqualifies us as a religion. Pictured below is our Magna Carta document, our stone tablet... these notepad pages, bearing the letterhead of the hospital my stepfather worked for in Massachusetts, on which Jeff and I first jotted down a poem called "The Mind Mined" in 1993. The poem became an idea for an acting company, then became an idea for a summerstock program, and ultimately became a kind of label for releasing independent art projects and happenings.
it's not a bishop's hand, but it's something
It's really a shame that "...A Dialog Between Pals" never got produced officially, but maybe something staged in your mind alone can be enough. I'll retype the poem sometime to, for posterity, since it's all over the place here... along with an appointment happening 2:00-2:30 and some other odds and ends.
Wordsworth? No. Whitman? Perhaps not. Forgive us, we were eighteen and we were high.
At their best, these news bulletins announce amazing new entries to our Public Library, Audio Funhouse, or Gallery from worldwide contributors. At their worst, they devolve into the editor's 2am bloggings.
Proper religions have their relics. These are objects such as a shriveled bishop's hand, the skull of a nun... that type of thing. Ideally they should be items weathered by time, and musty. People should look upon them with confused wonder.
We have our relics too, thankfully of a less morbid nature, which hopefully disqualifies us as a religion. Pictured below is our Magna Carta document, our stone tablet... these notepad pages, bearing the letterhead of the hospital my stepfather worked for in Massachusetts, on which Jeff and I first jotted down a poem called "The Mind Mined" in 1993. The poem became an idea for an acting company, then became an idea for a summerstock program, and ultimately became a kind of label for releasing independent art projects and happenings.
it's not a bishop's hand, but it's something
It's really a shame that "...A Dialog Between Pals" never got produced officially, but maybe something staged in your mind alone can be enough. I'll retype the poem sometime to, for posterity, since it's all over the place here... along with an appointment happening 2:00-2:30 and some other odds and ends.
Wordsworth? No. Whitman? Perhaps not. Forgive us, we were eighteen and we were high.
The Mind Mined News
At their best, these news bulletins announce amazing new entries to our Public Library, Audio Funhouse, or Gallery from worldwide contributors. At their worst, they devolve into the editor's 2am bloggings.
