
From “At a Commune for Diggers Rules Are Few and Simple” — New York Times, June 1, 1967
Via Root Blog…

On his return to Mexico in the late-’60s, Jodorowsky started writing and drawing a subversive weekly comic strip (”Panic Fables”) in the right-wing newspaper The Herald.
“For four or five years every Sunday I drew a comics page, a complete story,” he told me in 2003. “But it was very basic. When I saw [cartoonist and future Jodorowsky collaborator] Moebius making the drawings, I stopped. And I never make any more.”
Here are some sample pages via http://fabulaspanicas.blogspot.com/—go there to see larger jpgs…








(This week’s collage — double-click for fullscreen + scroll)
A scene-by-scene recap of this week’s episode by DJ Visitation Rites:
ACT 1
Scene 1, Off Air
In which DJs Ivy Meadows and Visitation Rites arrive at the Newtown Radio studio ready to set up but are hypnotized by a 25-minute bongo-laden siren dirge — Dreamcolour’s “Spiritual Celebration” — at the tail end of Sunday Brunch with Chocolate Bobka. Unbeknownst to them, the song spills fifteen minutes into the beginning of their set.
Scene 2, Aside
Meanwhile, Peter Pearson, Derek Muro, and Lorna Krier of Brooklyn’s Love Like Deloreans steal away from their home base — a renovated closet space in Bushwick containing some 20 synthesizers — load half of them into a Volvo station wagon, and appear at the station door, successfully breaking the spell that has been cast over Ivy Meadows and Visitation Rites.
ACT 2
Scene 1, On Air
Still haunted by the specter of the siren from Act 1, Ivy Meadows and Visitation Rites attempt to reproduce their experience by layering ambient musics from lands as far and wide as ‘70s Germany, early 21st Century Northampton, and present-day Canada into a single organic continuum.
Scene 2, Aside
In which Love Like Deloreans set up all seven of the synthesizers they brought in the drowsy blink of a Sunday afternoon eye, causing Ivy Meadows and Visitation Rites to suspect that that they too possess supernatural powers. Love Like Deloreans do their best to assuage their fears, suggesting that they are simply “putting the punk back in punctuality.” Exeunt Chocolate Bobka.
ACT 3
Scene 1, On Air
Love Like Deloreans perform the first half of their in-studio. Dancing, Ivy Meadows and Visitation Rites attempt to document the event through Blackberry photos, Tweets, and a FlipCam.
Scene 2, On Air
Love Like Deloreans pause to participate in and informal Q&A with Visitation Rites, touching upon their origins as a group, their cohabitation of the classical world and Brooklyn DIY, their roots in New York minimalism and ‘70s Kosmische, and why the best way to listen to music is while traveling cross-country.
Scene 3, On Air,
Love Like Deloreans perform the second half of their in-studio. Dancing resumes. Ivy Meadows films an excerpt of their set through the anamorphic lens of an oddly shaped water bottle, the results of which can be seen below.
Curtain
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Download: Arthur Radio Transmission #11 with Love Like Deloreans 3-28-2010
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“YOUR BRAIN IS A CRAZY GUY”
Visionary Poly-Artist ALEXANDRO JODOROWSKY talks with Jay Babcock about
psychomagic, shamanism, video games and Marilyn Manson—as well as his
spirit-bending films and comics.
originally published in Mean Magazine #6 (Dec ’99-Jan ’00)
A man holds all the universe within him; and art is his view of it. But in the work of some artists spiral vast galaxies of meaning and imagination that dwarf by many magnitudes the plebian earthbound work of others. Seventy-year-old Alexandro Jodorowsky—post-Surrealist filmmaker, author, puppeteer, Tarot expert, post-Jungian psychological theorist, playwright, novelist—is one such artist.
Screen Jodorowsky’s El Topo or The Holy Mountain, read The Incal or Metabarons comics, or listen to one of his interviews or lectures, and you encounter a one-man spiritual multiculture at play: the anthropological erudition and enthusiasm of Joseph Campbell roughhousing with an outrageous artistic sensibility that begins at Bunuel, Beckett and Breton and ends in some psychedelic sci-fi super-space: the kind of man who can screenwrite ”He lifts up the robe and draws a pistol” and then comment Talmud-style in the margins, “I don’t know if he draws it from a gunbelt or from his unconscious.”
Unfortunately, for all but the most clued-in and hooked up in the English-sqawking world, most of Jodorowsky’s artistic and philosophical output of the last 30 years has been tantalizingly unavailable: films have gone unissued on video, comics and other written work have gone untranslated or dropped out of print. But, finally, at the turn of the century, the situation is changing.
Jodorowsky’s “lost” 1967 film Fando & Lis has been reissued on DVD by San
Francisco-based Fantoma Films (who have generously included a director’s
commentary track by Jodorowsky and the excellent, full-length ’95 French
documentary La Constellation Jodorowsky), The Holy Mountain has been released for the first time (legally) on video, and, perhaps most
significantly, the U.S. branch of Humanoides Associes has begun an
ambitious program of printing English-language editions of Jodorowsky’s
prodigious graphic novel output.
So the time seemed right to give the endlessly aphoristic, giddily
profound Mr. Jodorowsky the kind of forum in American publications he
enjoyed in the early ’70s when El Topo and The Holy Mountain were consecutive
midnight movie successes and the Chilean-born director was regarded by many
surviving counter-culture types (John Lennon, Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper
among them) and journalists as The Guy Who Just May Have the Answer.
We rang Alexandro in Paris at midnight recently to find out what he’s up to, what he’s thinking and get him to reflect a bit on his long and storied career, even if he once said, “As soon as I define myself, I am dead.”
That said, let us attempt a synopsis for the new initiates.
> From the mushheads who have broughten you such tele/videvisual
> creambominations as Xavier: Renegade Angel ([adult swim]), Wonder
> Showzen (MTV), Final Flesh (Drag City) unt Hands of God (God); the
> soundmares of United We Doth (Birdman Records); the spastic dancing
> failures of various art attempts and one-offs bedazzling the nations
> glorious hole, comes the ultimate attempt at re-creating the
> maullification of our “society”. PFFR presents Legacy IIX.
>
> Godard got through the Louvre in less than 60 seconds. We took it
> upon, nay, up on ourselves to run through every mall in ‘merica in
> under a minute. The intake was a full frontal assault on our
> collective mind’s eye, that visually ralphed on the forgotten pages
> where it hath been discovered by our scientist, nay, our fact
> fuckers that the dinosaurs do in fact exist. So do we as well and
> here is the astroidal proof (pre-collision and post-dustings) for
> your consideration. We’ve swallowed ourselves whole and hope to
> pass any savings unto your naked chests for this one. This, Legacy
> IIX.
>
> So, please let us take over, nay, take under the world’s highest
> hopes/arts to bemuse and extricate the yuckity yucks that are most
> needed in a time like this. If we can make you laugh, then shame on
> us. But if we can make you cry, in fear, then let’s hang out more
> often….
>
> Love,
>
> xPoFxFoRx
>
> An opening reception for “Legacy IIX” will take place at
> Synchronicity Space on April 3rd from 7pm to 11pm. Synchronicity is
> located at 4306 Melrose Ave., Los Angeles, CA, 90029. Any questions
> please call 323-264-8960 or email info@syncspacela.com.
> syncspacela.com
FOR MORE INFO, READ THE GREATEST INTERVIEW OF ALL TIME NOT PUBLISHED IN ARTHUR MAGAZINE:
Vernon Chatman and John Lee of Xavier: Renegade Angel

by dan raphael
“& yet downtown duluth minnesota had less snow this year than downtown houston texas.” -patrick mckinnon
stolen
swollen
cut off at the equator,
1% of 1% mathematically mistranslated and apportioned,
focusing the light to burn-blossom complexity from so much accumulated in a large confined space,
i roll out of bed and fall into a swimming pool with live fish
and a multi-salt stench without filters or discipline,
too many friends dropping by and zizzing through, iridescent puddles as calling cards,
how quick the wigs unfurl when spring rains chopped so fine you want to paint with them,
making a plaster glove hungry for more fingers, stick to the veins, avoid the tendon trap,
like we now make traffic signs from wood chips so meth heads wont sell them,
what years of flame retardant smoke will do to you,
textured disks shooting out from under my finger nails,
gravity disks pushing away everything but music.
9 in the afternoon, ½ way tween work & retribution,
my pants beginning to molt means the weekend
neath an unchanging sky we have 24 different words for gray,
we have punctuation to indicate the words are cynical or sung.
walking exposes you to the spectrum of hunger—from insect to budtip
to mammalian leg warmers whimpering with 98 degrees of satisfaction.
micro glaciers inside our brains measuring our life spans—
water clock, water boarding, vintage water w/ recommended serving temperature,
like dancing naked in summer rain then remembering im in beijing,
more towels than i can afford, $5 per flush,
if only we could synthesize an intoxicant from plastic, not just hallucinatory but skin tightening,
jumping into my mouth before i can say no
if it doesn’t storm in the next two days my pension fund goes bust.
tho im on the job more years than ive been alive
the forecasts warm and sunny, light traffic and free food
Stream: [audio:http://www.arthurmag.com/magpie/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/02-Raagini-Robot.mp3%5D
Download: “Raagini Robot” — Ken Camden (mp3)
Slow circuit burnage from guitarist Ken Camden’s rather excellent debut Lethargy and Repercussion, out now on LP and digital via Kranky of Chicago. More info and ordering here.
Re “Worm Moon”: According to folklore, tonight’s full Moon has a special name—the Worm Moon. It signals the coming of northern spring, a thawing of the soil, and the first stirrings of earthworms in long-dormant gardens. Step outside tonight and behold the wakening landscape. “Worm moonlight” is prettier than it sounds. (spaceweather.com)