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Western Carolinian Volume 61 Number 07 (08)

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  • 10.19.95 invisible academy 03 Invisible Editor Earle Wheeler Invisible Assistant Tracy Hart Invisible Cadets (slaves to bad management) Resident Philosopher Raymond Altman Resident Dreamer Natasha tyson Necrophile & Paste-Up Scott Francis Audio Cadets Chris Carrier Jon Lauterer Tony Taylor Print Cadets James Gray Jimmy McLachlan Ann Wright Visible Cadet Staeci Ruiz Image Cadets Brian Bach Sean Corcoran Jenny Webb So by now you might be wondering what the Invisible Academy (capital letters optional) is all about. Is it really a zine of educational karma, or of samsara and rebirth? Just think of it as a slow moving process up the evolutionary ladder. Germ, snail... next month a rat? Slowly but surely. We don't have all the answers, but we can assure you that there's some weird stuff going on inside the pages this week. Like three different references to Dante's Inferno and Danzig. Possible connections... possible inevitable doom for this zine. There were some criticisms on the length of Randy Pitt's story last month. You'll notice this months' is no Reader's Digest excerpt, either. The idea is that our audience is at a college reading level. If you're not, feel free to send us an illiterate letter. We'll be happy to direct you to the writing center and all the kind folks within. That was cruel. Illiteracy isn't funny. Yeah, I guess you're right. But I wasn't trying to make ajoke—sorry... a little internal trouble. Anyway, as always, the Academy welcomes your letters (such as the below) and your comments (like "The pictures are too confusing," "If these guys want to babble and whine, let them write a book," "Keep your pornographic pictures to yourselves," or whatever else you have bubbling in your mind). We're still seeking some good scientific commentary to balance out the non-fiction section (which, this week, has a local feature, an internal shrink and a metaphysical discombobulator). So, enjoy the Halloween issue, complete with all kinds of puns and inside jokes you probably won't get, but that's O.K., cause IF YOU AIN'T INVISIBLE YOU AIN'T NOTHING.* *That wasn 't very nice either. Just wanted to end on a self-assured note. Sorry. Shut up. ["Yeah, that's right," says Mr. Reader, "Yah should shuuuut up. Now where's them peec-tures they was talkin' abut."] —the invisible cadets Nomad Editor Has Choice Verses For Rain Crowe the invisible academy is a monthly supplement to the western Carolinian, mail letters to the invisible editor to—box 66, cullowhee, nc 28723, or e-mail to ww982@wcu.edu Response to Mr. Crowe I am listening to the crows calling out my window. these birds are synchronistic in echo for I just read an article about self promotion, the death of true voice, and everyone in search of a calling. I do not know, Mr. Crowe, about snakes escaping from Ireland because of the mediocrity of their presence or that we cannot find poison in thousands of poets in this twentieth century season— I am scared, you see, for what I don't know. Bishop and the villanelle might have died together just as Dylan with his supra—whatever that means. But if the one-percent of poetry eaters want to become that which gives them power, that which stirs in their blood a boiling need to force meaning through their souls or the blue chakra, as a new shaman might say— what can we do? But listen. I agree, minds are open to dullec truth But they are waiting for a knife to cut the bread—for the sharp ax to break the frozen lake And Where is that voice—the staff of life— true grain? Who can honestly say? Mrs. Sexton said, "acre after acre of gold and we harvested we harvested.' We must Harvest. We may listen to thousands and, alas, only one might be awake stylized and channeled. Nevertheless, I must continue to search— to garner the chaff and the wheat, continue to read, to write, open the solar plexus, the third eye, and transcribe; yet, I may never be Mr. Yeats nor would I want to be. I will never be Mr. Thomas, and that is a relief—what burdens! But I will be one in the thousands who screams and screens her insides, who takes in all that she can, who wants the magic of a Wolfe or Woolf. It is, I think, the aspirations of a mass to create, to possess, to own truth and let's never forget imitation often teaches. We can continue to try to separate the corn from the husk—we often do for if we are truly hungry for organic purity we can find it. For me, I like the people who bake bread and who want to share—for it sustains. And, I can mix the ingredients together, although, it may not be bought for it lacks lustre; but I say, the delicacies can be left to the elitists who always believe they have the best taste. —D. F. Sweazey
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