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A cellular lift

Lost ones pulling at my dreams filling me with their words that I won’t hear again. So discarding the everyday concerns, an allergy to the seemingly banal and meaningless everyday chatter, I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY.

In raw times, the longing for an honest essential connection, art with a serious and sincere engagement with the world. To be looked in the eye and have someone tell you:

“I know. Its ok ”

Bill Douglas, David Foster Wallace and Werner Herzog. A strong arm to take you.
And then. I find a copy of anarchist letterpress journal The Cunningham Amendment there waiting for me, when I go home at lunchtime to take the dog out.

Enough beauty, wit and thought in these pages to give me a cellular lift, and make me want to weep with joy.


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