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The Early Digger Papers

San Francisco, Fall 1966


where is PUBLIC at?

[Catalog No.: DP001]

"therefore an erection in the panhandle"

where is PUBLIC at?

where are PUBLIC streets at?

therefore an erection in the panhandle.

 

the PUBLIC parks -- here you can pitch a tent anytime.
PUBLIC streets on riot with truckloads of arms protecting the private property of super-charging merchants.
the PUBLIC beaches -- here you can paddy-cake any old time.
PUBLIC streets where fantasy laws justify the concepts of LOITERING & VAGRANCY.
the PUBLIC schools -- here you can be conditioned to PUBLIC opinion in order to express yourself in the PUBLIC consensus.
PUBLIC streets where agents patrol, undercovered in 'hip' costumes.
the PUBLIC transport system -- here drivers black and white riders for free.
PUBLIC streets where parking meters tick off legality.
the PUBLIC hospitals -- here you can born, healed, passed away away.
PUBLIC streets where exhausting autos pollute the air and mutilate the people.
the PUBLIC housing developments -- here you can live a life now done.
PUBLIC streets where lonliness crowds silent, up-tight sidewalks.
the PUBLIC officers -- here is the understanding of PUBLIC service.

Where in the street can two fingers touch
 
Where in the street can you get out of neighborhoods
 
Where in the street can you escape the economic net
 
Where in the street can you trip out your door and smile at sincere
 
Where in the street can you hitch a hike down the block
 
Where in the street can you take off your shoes and sing and
 
dance without disturbing the death called peace

in voice THE D I G G E R S demand an ERECTION!

THE BALLING BOWL

a FREE PUBLIC structure in the panhandle where individuals can swim in vinyl pools filled with vaseline, WAIL LOVE to downcast brows, and carry-on as much as they want until they think it beautiful to stop.

THE D I G G E R S fully understand that the cost of erection can be added to the PUBLIC debt and especially appreciate Captain Kiely's generous offer of men and machines to quicken the rise of the ERECTION and give meaning to its eventual climax.

UP THE BALLING BOWL!

THE D I G G E R S .


Public Nonsense Nuisance...

[Catalog No.: DP002]

"The Public Is Any Fool On The Street"

Public Nonsense Nuisance

       Public Essence Newsense

              Public News

The Public is Any Fool On The Street
The Public is Any Fool On The Street
PUBLIC INFORMATION FOOLS ALL OF THE PUBLIC ALL OF THE TIME
The Public is Any Fool On The Street
PUBLIC STREETS CONVEY MACHINES -- ONLY A FOOL WALKS IN TRAFFIC
The Public is Any Fool On The Street
The Public is Any Fool On The Street

[graphic rules]

2 (TWO) SQUARE EVENTS
(for any foot on the street)

THE D I G G E R SQUARE
[graphic of a painting frame]
A square frame to view reality
"An informed public is its own worst enemy." -- M. McLuhan
Public enemies watch reality don't change that dial an eventful new season of enemy spectacles
FREE FRAME OF REFERENCE to be worn around the neck, carried, displayed
Watch the D I G G E R news!

[graphic lines separating columns]

THE INTERSECTION GAME
[diagram of a street intersection with dashed lines crossing each direction]
Any number of fools can play
Game Board formed by intersection of public streets
OBJECT: Complete all designs within diagram

Lesser Triangle
Greater Triangle
Double Triangle
The Square

STYLE: DON'T WAIT DON'T WALK

(umbrella step, stroll,
cake-walk, sombersault, [sic]
finger-crawl, squat-
jump, pilgrimmage,
philly dog, etc.)

BRING A SQUARE TO DIG THE INTERSECTION GAME

TEST MATCH HAIGHT AND MASONIC MONDAY OCT 31 5:30 pm


Let Me Live In A World Pure

[Catalog No.: DP003]

"When will they all hear the death of Lenny Bruce?"

Let Me Live In A World Pure
Let Me Have Around Me
The Pure
The Pure Heros

there are no more negroes, jews, christians. there is only one minority in America. and we ask:

When will BOB DYLAN quit working on Maggie's Farm?
When will RALPH GLEASON realize he is riding in a Hearst?
When will TIMOTHY LEARY stand on a streetcorner waiting for no one?
When will the JEFFERSON AIRPLANE and all ROCK-GROUPS quit trying to make it and LOVE?
When will NORMAN MAILER fill his brooklyn town house with presses and feed words to a day-tight night-tight generation?
When will OSWLEY [sic] STANLEY expose the traffic of alkaline acid and pour his background into LSD-25?
When will the NEW LEFT RADICAL POLITICOS stop laying down limp and liberate the consumer?
When will PABLO PICASSO take the seven thousand paintings he has in storage and give them away with a smile?
When will KEN KESEY swallow the ocean and take us all to Yucatan?
When will MICHAEL BOWEN and friends use, look through, but not package the expansion of human consciousness?
When will ALLEN GINZBURG [sic] be blessed by his own seed and golden hairy nakedness?
When will ART-FOR-ART'S-SAKE climb higher than the social responsibility of the civilized past?
When will they all hear the death of LENNY BRUCE?

Our bowels quake
in constipated false alarms.
We are often naked and nameless
in boring rooms with tedious records
and toy tops that make colored sparks
for drug stained eyes,
smelling of weeds.
Ghosts haunt our heads,
demons are loose in our spinal fluid.
Uptite over glass beads
that focus where we are at
for just a little while...
on dirty strings hung
from Victorian gas fixtures.

Somebody cries in a slow motion bag
and blows the mind
of a skinny, drab redhaired girl
freaking out the gathering
sending everybody to the icebox
checking out the seconal supply.

Somebody in the tall, dark highway
is still c r y i n g for Lenny,
and won't come down just yet.

THE D I G G E R S .


A-Political Or, Criminal Or Victim Or...

[Catalog No.: DP004]

"So, don't worry about surface reality... Trust the specialists."

A-Political Or, Criminal Or Victim
    Or Or Or Or Or Or Or

"And so, on the surface of daily life, consciousness forms beings and bodies that one can see gathering and colliding in the atmosphere, to distinguish their personalities. And these bodies form hideous cabals where every eventuality comes into the world to argue against what is beyond appeal. I am not Andre Breton and I did not go to Baltimore but this is what I saw on the banks of the Hudson."

You're born a citizen of a nation.
A citizen of a nation with rulers who legislate rules commanding you to be free.
Free to be conditioned in school until you're sixteen.
Free to be a compulsory soldier.
Free to pay sixty percent of your taxes to the military budget.
Free to get legally married.
Free to work for a minimum wage.
Free to vote when you're twenty-one.
Free to vote for the democratic or republican party of your choice.
Free to buy clothes, food, and property from the 200 corporations which account for 45% of the total U.S. manufacturing in 1966.
Free to obey arbitrary curfews.
Free to have your freedom regulated by officers who are your friends and who protect you.

PROTECT you from obscenity.
PROTECT you from loitering.
PROTECT you from nudity.
PROTECT you from sedition and subversion.
PROTECT you from marijauna, LSD, DURGS. [sic]
PROTECT you from gambling.
PROTECT you from homosexuality.
PROTECT you from statutory rape.
PROTECT you from common-law marriage.
PROTECT you from abortion.
PROTECT you from lonely you.
PROTECT you from demonstrations against your protectors.

So, don't worry about surface reality. Afterall, Terrance O'Flaherty in today's Chronicle, says you're the average fool on the street and have no right to speak for yourself. So trust society. Trust the specialists. And trust the merchants, especially the associates of the Psychedelic Shop, the Artists Liberation Front, and the I/Thou. They have a dialogue with the protectors, who cordially greeted you 8:15 Thursday night, for your own safety and their own private property. Police are your friends. But don't by all means, don't ask George Metevsky [sic] -- his answer would be a medley of incoherent shouts of fury.

THE D I G G E R S .


Cool Cranberry Horsehaired Mouth...

[Catalog No.: DP005]

"Never-The-Less, Walter Slezax pumped the pomegranite..."

Cool Cranberry Horsehaired Mouth Cluttered With Apple Cores

and so, i suffered from an awful frenzy of collapsed assumptions.

Regardless, I tried to pick my nose on the handlebars of willowed macaroons as they tripped towards the vestibule of Tracy's funeral parlor and danced in the middle of the ice block where Super Spade directed jellied traffic to the high way of chewed Bazooka bubble gum and fat city dog kennels.

Needless to say, REVOLUTION NOW -- now spinning -- now now -- invisible -- now floating -- somewhere -- outthere -- waiting to grind someone's brain. Someone questioning Something without getting Somewhere and Somehow losing inner rest while revolution g o e s spinning -- floating -- outthere -- somewhere -- waiting to grind someone's brain.

Never-The-Less, Walter Slezax pumped the pomegranite until the concrete swill of crisp clear delusions squeezed the galaxies between the corniced web of my purple laughing cheeks.

but i did tell the personnel manager and his shirt and tie and parted hair that i would accept three dollars an hour for fifty forty hour five day weeks and fully appreciate the overwhelming opportunity to do what i wanted to get done on all those fast backed saturdays, sundays, legal holidays and two-week vacations where all those wide-haired nipples suck the fun life.

Besides Chemical Heaven IS an old faithful preacher delivering sermons on the impossibility of f i g h t i n g p a r a n o i a w i t h PARANOIA while hecklers mill about a Mercedes Benz waiting to be taught old trips.

SPOON DOON MOON COON HEY SPOON YOU'RE A BUNDLE O' JOY YOU'RE AN UGLY MOTHERFUCKER BUT YOU'RE STILL MY BOY. yea. yea.

FLASH
striking results of guidelines -- between 1960 and 1965 profits went up by 52% after taxes -- dividend payments to stockholders increased by 43% -- the weekly after tax take home pay of factory workers was up by only 21% -- oh yes -- ho hum............

AFTERALL: i need a sick school teacher lover for two weeks to teach me where it's at. somebody ugly anyway. i hate moles. anyone who could compare my age with the calendar of idols and damn my drugged infancy for its bleating canals and cornponed nostalgia. HOWEVER, i don't want to kiss her. but i need to. i need you. i just want to hold you...you. you really gottahold on mi. i say you really got a hold on me. you really do. and so they do. reely. speaking of all these incredulous thoughtsmellsofyodel. and i want to know why i consent to words when so many other possible scenes do really exist for some who are on welfare.

I say what I have seen and believe and whoever says I have not seen what I have seen, I will now tear off his head.

THE D I G G E R S .  


Time To Forget

[Catalog No.: DP006]

"...expanded consciousness is a selfish hippy kissing the system's ass..."

Time To Forget

FORGET the war in vietnam. Flowers are lovely.
FORGET America's 3300 military bases. Make music.
FORGET Wichita Vortex Sutra. Words are stronger than flesh.
FORGET planned war with China. Beauty is Carnaby Street.
FORGET the Dominican Republic. Todo Todo Hassan Sabbah.
FORGET police Brutality. The cops are your friends.
FORGET upheaval in negro ghettos. Spades ain't hip.
FORGET the Rumford Act. Show love.
FORGET the National Guard. Positively Fourth Street.
FORGET inmates on deathrow. It's a long time passing.
FORGET hypocracy of business. The merchants are your friends.
FORGET U.S. billion dollar investment in South Africa. Money is.
FORGET HUELGA DiGiorgio. We all live in a yellow submarine.
FORGET organized crime. Eternity is long and, sometimes, wide.
FORGET HUAC. The sun's not yellow, it's chicken. 
FORGET concentration camps for subversives. It's a bummer.
FORGET FSM, VDC, SDS, SNCC, MARK COMFORT. Big Brother and the Holding Co.
FORGET Mime Troupe, Lenny Bruce, The Beard. Strobe lights are groovy.

You're free to forget. So forget! Follow the calm business tactics of the Psychedelic Shop, the I and Thou, and all other marketeers of expanded consciousness (Moe's Bookstore is important, really!) and dig yourself. Touch reality only for sex, only to eat, and only to join the Artist's Liberation Front for your own safety.

Afterall, expanded consciousness is a selfish hippy kissing the system's ass for the greater glory of the lonely dropout, isn't that right, Uncle Tim!

THE D I G G E R S .


Take a Cop to Dinner

[Catalog No.: DP007]

"...and so ... take a cop to dinner this week and feed his power to judge the morality of San Francisco...."

TAKE A COP TO DINNER

     COP A DINNER TO

TAKE A COP DINNER

     COP A TAKE

Mr. Answer Man
 what is a weapon
   worse
   ten times
        worse,
than the
     Hydrogen
     Bomb?
 

Why a cunt
    which is
    ten times
       larger
  than the largest
          cock
          extent,
          mickey.

 

 

 

Degoutante,
     said mickey
     kissing cop
  to hedge the bet.

 
Take a cop to dinner.

                        Racketeers take cops to dinner with payoffs.
                       Pimps take cops to dinner with free tricks.
                      Dealers take cops to dinner with free highs.
                     Business takes cops to dinner with graft.
                   Unions and corporations take cops to dinner with post-retirement jobs.
                 Schools and professional clubs take cops to dinner with free tickets to
                 athletic events.
               The Catholic Church takes cops to dinner by exempting them from
                religious duties.
              The Department of Justice takes cops to dinner with laws giving them the
              right to do almost anything.
            The Department of Defense takes cops to dinner by releasing them from all
            military obligations.
          Establishment newspapers take cops to dinner by propagating the image of
          the friendly, uncorrupt policeman.
        Places of entertainment take cops to dinner by admitting them without charge.
        Merchants take cops to dinner with discounts and gifts.
      The Psychedelic Shop takes cops to dinner by catering to them with signs in their
      window.
    The I/Thou takes cops to dinner with free coffee and discussions offering
   discriminating insights into hipsterism.
  Cops take cops to dinner by granting them immunity to prosecution for misdemeanors.
Cops take themselves to dinner by inciting riots.

AND SO, IF YOU OWN ANYTHING OR YOU DON'T, TAKE A COP TO DINNER THIS WEEK AND FEED HIS POWER TO JUDGE THE MORALITY OF SAN FRANCISCO.

n.b. GOURMET GEORGE METEVSKY WOULD REMIND EVERYONE NOT TO MAKE THE MISTAKE OF ARNOLD SCHUSTER WHO SERVER [sic] THE RIGHT COURSE AT THE WRONG TIME.

                                                                           THE D I G G E R S*
*regarding inquiries concerned with the identity and whereabouts
of THE D I G G E R S: happy to report THE D I G G E R S are not that.


 
 
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