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Samizdat Zine
Adelaide, Australia
samizdat.zine@hotmail.com
www.myspace.com/samizdatzine
Samizdat (Russian: самиздат) was the name given to the process and
products of underground writing, publishing and reproduction of
suppressed and illegal material in the Soviet Union. Samizdat was used
to print liberal and sometimes very dangerous views and if caught the
publishers were often sentenced to lengthy prison terms. Etymologically,
the word "samizdat" is made out of "sam" (Russian: сам, "self, by
oneself") and "izdat" (Russian: издат, shortened издательство,
izdatel'stvo, "publisher")
This zine represents for me the manifestation of a thought I had about
six months ago. Originally we wished to call the zine New Current but
finally decided on the current title. I had a desire, an inclination, to
self-publish some of my thoughts, opinions and ideas. Maybe it was just
a desire to express myself.
Herein lie thoughts, musings and possibly ambiguous sentiments and you
may call it an egotistic handprint but I really hope it doesn’t seem
that way. We’re works in progress, like our opinions, and certainly
don’t believe we know better.
MM
Maybe it is the end, and maybe it is the first small step to something
bigger. At the very least it exists for this moment – a conversation
between us the editors and you the reader.
KS
during my regular scour through the best
musty op-shops, perusing through the LP's I discovered something
special. Behind 'Kamahl', 'Tijuana Brass', 'Wales in Song' and the rest
of the usual trite records, the beguiling eyes of Paul Robeson caught my
attention. I hazily recalled hearing of him from my father, something
about an African-American singer who was repressed by the American
government, or something similar. After purchasing the vinyl out of
curiosity along with an uninspiring Joyce Cary novel and some nice
silver cuff links I didn't rush home. I wish I had, for when I played
the record months later I discovered something unnervingly sublime.
Lying on my floral sheets the scratchy record lifted those transcendent
Negro spirituals into the space around me, each gorgeous line rose into
the ether and then gently floated down, each unpretentiously followed by
another. Every syllable venturing from his lips wooed me and his
gloriously deep bass voice an incantation which seemed an honest vehicle
for a sad Negro history.
He then exclaimed that it was not he who was un-American but the
officials on the committee, another event I wish I had witnessed!
Paul Robeson was under surveillance by the FBI for more than 30
years until 1974, a year before his death. He rarely made any public
appearances in the last years of his life. Whenever I think of this
great man I naturally feel inadequate. Why aren't there more Paul
Robesons? Some people may believe that Howard Blair was, or at least had
the potential to be, Australia's Paul Robeson, but that's a whole other
article in itself. Was Robeson a freak, a one in a hundred million, or
just an exceptional product of his times? Or do we view his
achievements with our 'black' filter? That somehow, even as a negro he
became an intelligent, over-achieving, civil-rights zealot, this might
raise our opinions of him. And why are so many great people's potentials
hindered or even halted by authorities, institutions, governments and
tradition just because they think they know better? Or, to raise a
cliché, are they afraid of the truth? The wonderful, glorious, beautiful
truth that Paul Robeson ached to express, that Martin Luther King,
Harold Blair, Solzhenitsyn, Jan Palach and many others desired to
reveal. This all makes me wonder where our zeal, as students and
citizens, has disappeared to. Disappeared to regurgitated words on the
clipped wings of university publications, the flaccid liberal
conversations around a Starbuck's table and shallow platitudes in
uninspiring tutorials. Despite enormous pressure for him to give in,
Robeson still strained for his truth, and without our silver-spoon
privilege.
MM
White wine – Why whine?
When I was fifteen I used to drink red good like it was God's
nectar but soon realised that white goon was much more palatable. If you
prefer the sweeter dessert white then that's your own prerogative, but
personally I prefer dry wine. There are many dry white goons out there
and with a quick glance in one bottle shop I noticed many brands; Golden
Oak, Cellar Choice, Lindemans, Berri Estates, Kaiser Stuhl, Coolabah, de
Bortoli, Paddlewheel, Stanley and Sunnyvale. I must stress that I am
condoning the use of the budget goons and not the 'eastern suburbs'
goons which come in the more expensive two-litre variety, because at the
end of the day, if you want something more sophisticated than a goon
bag, buy a bottle. Berri Estates make classic, fresh, crisp, and smooth
in the dry white variety and personally I think this is superfluous.
Stick to the fresh or the crisp and you'll be fine. Paddlewheel is
budget but bollocks, Sunnyvale is also very cheap (I once found it at
$5.70 a cask) and for its price, quite palatable. But my ultimate
preference is Stanley's fresh dry white which chilled, could almost fool
you as a mediocre sauvignon blanc.
Damian Hirst
Indeed, with such rigorous examination of art and life, any link,
no matter how tenuous, can be found through apparently legitimate means.
In response to Michael Drosin’s challenge: „When my critics find a
message about the assassination of a prime minister encrypted in Moby
Dick, I'll believe them.” (Newsweek, Jun 9, 1997) Brendan McKay found at
least nine such deaths ‘predicted’ by Moby Dick using similar methods.
(http://cs.anu.edu.au/~bdm/dilugim/moby.html)
But that little part of me wishes I never asked those questions. I don’t
need to know the answers when the meaning is right in front of me.
KS
Forgotten...
Abram Goldberg says:
MM
Romas Kalanta
1953-1972
KS
„Blow your own trumpet.”
So, you’re running late for dinner at your girlfriend’s parents’ and you
can’t find you good tiepin? Afraid that your tie will fall in the
shepherd’s pie?
Look through your cutlery draw and find a nice teaspoon. Many have
wonderfully quaint floral patterns, some are more minimalist, and it’s
up to your own taste which one you use.
TEASPOON
TIEPIN
Bend the ‘bowl’ back on the handle; it is important that the convex side
of the spoon is bent back.
There should enough gap between the ‘bowl’ and the handle so that it
fits snugly over a tie. If you think it is not bent enough and your
fingers can’t do the job, I use my teeth (don’t tell your dentist you’re
doing this).
Slide the clip over the tie with the handle visible and voila!
Eavesdrop
Adelaide University Unibar:
Male 1:
I heard that you can only call
champagne ‘champagne’ if it’s from France
Male 2:
No, you can only call it champagne
if it’s from the champagne region of France
Female 1:
...what’s Omni then?
MIX TAPE (SIDE A)
Blind Willie Johnson – Dark Was The Night, Cold Was The Ground
I know, little about this band. They are from Portugal and I found
this song on a compilation. They play all instrumental stuff, and
you can check them out on MySpace.
I know it’s corny but I like it. Sam Cooke is one of the greatest
soul singers and even though the words in this song are cliché, his
voice and his melody-writing skills are superior.
MM
MIX TAPE (SIDE B)
Beirut – Nantes
Best known from the Once Were Warriors soundtrack, this song stands
rightfully on its own as a reflection of the Maori culture and the
Reggae and folk influence on modern New Zealand music.
SAMIZDAT contributors
The helpful…
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2008