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Saturday, April 21, 2007

TELLING NEW STORIES

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"We can come up with a million ways of becoming a collective pain in the ass.
"Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness — and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe.
"The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling — their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability.
"Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them.
"Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing."

—Arundhati Roy

Speech to the World Social Forum, Porto Alegre, Brazil, January 27, 2003

Friday, April 20, 2007

ABDUCTEE

(a complete story with just 55 words)

I know why their spaceships are falling. Aliens with blasters came into the bar and did their abduction thing. They carried away old Larry Talbot, whose biography's in a hundred werewolf movies. Took him up to the mother ship (they didn't know). Now their ships are falling. In space there's always a full moon.

ABDUCTEE originally appeared in Comic News, #275

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

WISDOM FROM OZ

Oh, shit, Sherlock. You always were [lost]. Hang some wind
chimes from your compass and let it tingle in the
pissing wind. We're supposed to be lost. Motherless
chillun. God likes it when we cry, same way we like it
when puppies whimper. We pick 'em up and snuggle 'em.

Beats bashing your head into a tree like you're gonna
knock some sense into something somewhere. Uh-uh.


We're here to fall in love with the world, as Rumi

would say, even if it's unrequited. Gotta do what
you're designed for. You can kill God in the

afterlife.

From Robin Morrison