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no-nonsense poster ideas *AND* weirdo champion wages sanity in Urbana/Champaign |
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by unorganized unorganization of unorganizers
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24 Oct 2001
Modified: 26 Oct 2001 |
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iN an unprecedented challenge to devoutly "Normal" suiciety today (society + suicidal=suiciety), visiting weirdo champion Flouggg BlorNgoot presented several heavy duty provocations to passersby in Urbana and Champaign, IL. Join us for the story and a pile of bad ass text for posters! |
"My angle iz to promote our oWn imagination instead of always being stuck in that imagination which prevails. So, well, i've been getting increasingly inspired by being around the folks here, even tho i've only been here a few days (i used to live 'round here tho). And so i wanted to come up with some excellent poster ideahhs and methods which might inspire others," said Flougggh BlorNgoot today.
Here's the story, so far. A self-styled "weirdo champion" named Flouggg BlorNgoot got some paper and pens s/he found (and others gave s/he), proceeded to spend a lot of time amassing various ideas for text (with a little help from various dissident literature and crucial feedback from locals), and came up with a few really "good" ideahs, which s/he then illustrated with s/he's art! (hopefully we'll soon have pics of some of it up here!) Examples of finished posters:
If U.S. Foreign Policy was applied here YOU would know true terror; patriotism means standing up against tyranny in all forms
RESIST DEATH CULT- URE; Accept your intuition as legitimate
"WAR IS REALLY ABOUT YOUNG MEN WITH THEIR INTESTINES WRAPPED AROUND THEIR NECKS and/or LEGS BLOWN OFF AT THE KNEES"--Colonel John Stockwell, US Marine Corps/ex-c.i.a. officer
JOIN US IN CREATING ANOTHER WAY
DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE
We are (all?) in the Matrix & it "is" time to wake up
(this sign was decked out in bad ass art)
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So, here was this freaky person, dressed to the HILT (well, almost) in strange, clashing clothes, and EVEN a WEIRD mask (made of a cereal box), provoking the HELL out of quite a few hundred students and citizens, all of whom had no frame of reference in which to sort and catalogue the spectacle before them.
"I used the cereal box as my own tool instead of letting it always tool me," BlorNgoot said when prompted. "Most people go around wearing corporate logos and they don't think about that, so i was messing around with that. This whole thing is a process; i'm looking to figure out the best methods for 'messing with' people's apathy and being fooled by the dominant paradigm as i can think of."
The spectacle DID turn heads, and we noted that quite a lot of peopole were actually reading the VERY provocative posters.
BlorNgoot bicycled around the busiest streets in Urbana (and a little bit in Champaign) and had two run-ins with the LAW...
The first was an officer who drove his car alongside BlorNgoot and yelled at her/him to stop. When BlorNgoot stopped, the officer got out. "i really wondered what kind of trick these kats would be up to; would i be detained that quickly? She-it, i was worried..."
The U of IL cop TOLD BlorNgoot to take off the mask while s/he was riding on a bike path OFF the road. No matter that BlorNgoot had ridden the entire way of a few miles with no problems, and taking the greatest of care...(BlorNgoot was careful not to tell the officer that, of course)
The second encounter with the L A W was in the University of IL's "Cerebral Cafe" a few minutes later, when a non-uniformed, walkie-talkie-carrying security guard (or sumptin) approached BlorNgoot just after BloorNgoot had put her/his posters upside the walls in there (quietly, since someone was speaking on the podium in this cafe-styled lounge located in the center of the student union).
"He TOLD me that i ain't allowed to have posters IN THE BUILDING! Well, he was real quiet, and i just reiterated what he said REAL LOUD so everyone there could hear about this rule! Well, that pro fessional almost got out the next escalation of his "authority" (he immediately pounced in such a way as i was certain he wanted to threaten me with arrest) but i cut him off and told everyone, basically, still very loud, that i would BE ARRESTED if i didn't immediately leave, and so i left."
BlorNgoot left the building, then hung out on a busy corner in front of it, half expecting a convergence of suiciety's "best and brr ightest" in the next few minutes. No one showed up, so BlorNgoot moved on and went to the best place on campus.
"i stayed there for about 1 and half hours." Generally there were no heavy challenges, even tho BlorNgoot worried about the usual dupes organizing themselves in a short amount of time and coming over and fucking with her/him. "Most of the time i had some really excellent conversations, whereupon i gave those i spoke with--only--my flyer which covers a broad angle of promoting critical thought.
OTHER POSTER IDEAS (PLEASE SHARE YOURS ALSO, AND GIVE FEEDBACK ON THESE!):
DARE TO SAY WHAT YOU THINK
WAR=SOPHISTICATED STUPIDITY
CREATE SANITY NOT STUPIDITY
I AM NOT WILLING TO MAIM & KILL ______ CIVILIANS IN ORDER TO FIND A TERRORIST (got this off the net)
what would jesus do?
MUTUAL AID NOT MUTUAL SILENCE
HOW CAN I HELP?
CONTROL OF YOUR THOUGHT IS THE TRICK
PRACTICE MUTUAL AID--I DARE YOU!
IF OUR BOSSES CAN DOMINATE OUR IDEAS THEY WILL BE SECURE IN THEIR TYRANNY; PATRIOTISM MEANS STANDING UP TO TYRANNY IN ALL FORMS
LIFE CAN TRIUMPH OVER FEAR
CULT OF FEAR SECURES CONTINUAL HELL; METHODS OF CARE SECURES...(what would you add?)
NO LONGER CAN WE ALLOW OUR LEADERS TO ACT IN WAYS WHICH THREATEN OUR WAY OF LIFE AND OUR VERY LIVES
OUR MISERY SURVIVES ON THE LONELINESS OF THOSE WHO QUESTION IT
(changed a bit from a poster i saw)
our rulers need our care
Pleasure? You call this misery pleasure?
Wage war? Wage sanity!
Internally deadened misery or internally excited joy?
Shut up and exist or speak up and thrive beautifully?
u.s. "news" deflects attention to HYPE
DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE!
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you
we are all resources for cynical bigotry war mindsets
emotionally potent over-simplifications breed tyranny
(well, i got more but don't got the time to do it now) |
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A Prayer For You |
by Political Pagan
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26 Oct 2001
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A Prayer For You
I'm happy to announce that this is a perfect moment. It's a perfect moment
for many reasons, but especially because I have been inspired to say a
gigantic prayer for all of you. I've been roused to unleash a divinely
greedy, apocalyptically healing prayer for each and every one of you - even
those of you who don't believe in the power of prayer.
And so I am starting to pray right now to the God of Gods ... the God beyond
all Gods ... the Girlfriend of God ... the Teacher of God ... the Goddess who
invented God.
Dear Goddess, You who never kill but only change:
I pray that my exuberant, suave and accidental words will move you to shower
ferocious blessings down on everyone who reads this benediction.
I pray that you will give them what they don't even know they want -- not
just the boons they think they need but everything they've always been afraid
to even imagine or ask for.
Dear Goddess, You wealthy anarchist burning heaven to the ground:
Many of the divine chameleons out there don't even know that their souls will
live forever. So please use your blinding magic to help them see that they
are all wildly creative geniuses too big for their own personalities.
Guide them to realize that they are all completely different from what they
think they are and more exciting than they can possibly imagine.
Make it illegal, immoral, irrelevant, unpatriotic and totally tasteless for
them to be in love with anyone or anything that's no good for them.
O Goddess, You who give us so much love and pain mixed together that our
morality is always on the verge of collapsing:
I beg you to cast a boisterous love spell that will nullify all the dumb
ideas, bad decisions and nasty conditioning that have ever cursed the wise
and sexy virtuosos out there.
Remove, banish, annihilate and laugh into oblivion any jinx that has clung to
them, no matter how long they've suffered from it, and even if they've become
accustomed or addicted to its ugly companionship.
And please conjure an aura of protection around them so that they will
receive an early warning if they are ever about to act in such a way as to
bring another hex or plague or voodoo into their lives in the future.
Dear Goddess, sweet Goddess, You sly universal virus with no fucking opinion:
I pray that you will help all the personal growth addicts out there become
disciplined enough to go crazy in the name of creation, not destruction.
I pray that you will teach them the difference between oppressive
self-control and liberating self-control, awaken in them the power to do the
half-right thing when it is impossible to do the totally right thing.
Arouse the Wild Woman within them -- even if they're men.
And please give them bigger, better, more original sins and wilder, wetter,
more interesting problems.
Dear Goddess, You pregnant slut who scorns all mediocre longing:
I pray that you will inspire all the compassionate rascals communing with
this prayer to love their enemies just in case their friends turn out to be
jerks.
Provoke them to throw away or give away all the things they own that
encourage them to believe that they are better than anyone else.
Show them how much fun it is to brag about what they cannot do and do not
have.
Most of all, Goddess, brainwash them with your freedom so that they never
love their own pain more than anyone else's pain.
Dear Goddess, You psychedelic mushroom cloud at the center of all our brains:
The curiously divine human beings reading this prayer deserve everything they
are yearning for and much, much more.
So please bless them with lucid dreams while they are wide awake and
solar-energy-operated sex toys that work even in the dark and vacuum cleaners
for their magic carpets and a knack for avoiding other people's hells and
their very own 900 number so that everyone has to pay to talk to them and a
secret admirer who is not a psychotic stalker.
Dear Goddess, You fiercely tender, hauntingly reassuring, orgiastically
sacred feeling that is even now running through all of our soft, warm animal
bodies:
I pray that you provide everyone out there with a license to bend and even
break all rules, laws and traditions that keep them apart from the things
they love.
Show them how to purge the wishy-washy wishes that distract them from their
daring, dramatic, divine desires.
And teach them that they can have anything they want if they'll only ask for
it in an unselfish way.
And now dear God of Gods, God beyond all Gods, Girlfriend of God, Teacher of
God, Goddess who invented God, I bring this prayer to a close, trusting that
in these mysterious moments you have begun to change everyone out there in
the exact way they've needed to change in order to express their soul's code.
Amen. Awomen. And glory halle-fucking-lujah.
from Freewillastrology.com |
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