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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")
Hola.
The ten months since the last (and first) issue of Samizdat has
passed by rather swiftly. Surely I've changed a little in those ten
months, though I couldn't tell you how; but maybe you'll notice in my
writing. I was rather suitably chuffed with our first effort and hope
it continues; we'll make a concerted effort this time to get the next
one out a lot quicker! So, I hope this latest instalment of Samizdat
is not so ephemeral for you, and we would really appreciate comments,
abuse, questions, suggestions and even submissions.
MM
That being said, it’s been a long process. Not so much putting the
material together, but simply getting past the idle chit chat to
starting it off and working towards a deadline.
So this issue of Samizdat has been just that for me. A slightly
different path, different priorities, hopes, and thoughts. At least
for a little while.
KS
“…we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace…
as I trust shall never be put out."
- Hugh Latimer
What then? Absolute and utter devastation – through but a hot and
windy weather forecast, a 5L can of petrol, and a 50c box of redheads.
So what does this mean for us? I guess its just interesting to
note that the world isn’t as simple as it used to be. Natural disasters
are no longer natural, people trying to kill us are more intelligent
than us but too disciplined to do so, and the government won’t say much
at all about what is considered by many as our greatest threat.
KS
NB. Ironically, even amongst fires that were lit by natural causes,
initial reports suggest that human actions were responsible for the
breadth of the damage. Heavy irrigation in normally dry areas over the
past decade, and environmental policies preventing backburning and the
removal of dead and dying native trees has resulted in a vast amount of
fuel being available in normally arid areas. Humans. Damn us to hell.
The summer’s ephemeral memories casually remind me how I feel
like I’m coming into Autumn too soon. The mist from the light showers
of ennui tickles my face. A guilt of nothing pangs my middle, mindless
niceties hold my memory up as in a futile struggle for gratification.
I hold a warm thought in my hand I don’t care for and looking through
nothing I notice the dappled light that is carelessly dropped on the
ground by the oak in the corner of the yard. It’s leaves and every
sublime branch beguile me; it's as if each is aware of every other.
Soon Rothko will have finished painting the sky and I'll
realise how damned wrong he was. We are also all aware of each other,
and every single thing in this Universe is too, whether we sleep,
laugh, fight or die.
MM
„...They saw the walls to the west and to the east.
The land was full of water this was indeed the promised land.
- Jim & Lisa sometime Oct 2008 AD”
It was about a 3 hour hike to get anywhere near what is known as the
Walls of Jerusalem, but still the walk was exciting me, opening my eyes,
the surroundings keeping a contented smile on my face with ease. Tufts
of mossy grass, little brooks, beautiful glacial tarns, ancient trees,
lizards, bird calls, and the
warmth of the sun which seems much
friendlier in Tasmania than it
does on the mainland. My father
and I each had about 20 kilograms
in our packs, which is a fair
amount indeed, yet I didn't
complain; my grandfather hiked
through the jungles of Burma with
much more than that. Having all
you needed for the next four days
on your back, feelings of self-
culpability, efficiency, and
agency; we rely on nothing except
ourselves.
What the National Parks service had set up just before the entrance to
Walls of Jerusalem are wooden platforms, running water piped from the
stream, and a toilet. This area allows a comfortable place for hikers to
camp which is within a short distance to all the day walks which can be
done within the Walls themselves. But I wanted to feel like we were the
only ones within this wonderful kingdom and since leaving the car-park
hours before; I had no immediate desire to be around anything but nature
itself. So on the first night, we
walked into the majesty that is the
Walls of Jerusalem and pitched our tent
next to a bubbling stream, surrounded
by ancient 1000 year old native pencil
pines. The Walls of Jerusalem were
named so because of their supposed
resemblance to the Walls around the
city of Jerusalem. Framing the small
park on the western side is the cliff
face of the West Wall, to the East and
overlooking the kingdom sits Mount
Jerusalem, and between the two rests
Zion Hill, and Demascus Gate. Among the
numerous small ponds, streams and tarns
(you are never short of clean,
beautiful, alpine water in this area)
lies Lake Salome, Pool of Siloam and
Pool of Bethesda. I can't put my finger
on it, but those biblical references
made the park seem even more majestic,
and rather sacred. I now read in my
small notepad that I wrote on the first
day “I’ve found myself being very
quiet”. I had found that I needed to
learn to patiently take note of what
was around me; to see, to hear, feel, to modestly carry myself before I
could deserve such beauty. I needed to be quiet and penitent in the
face of this sublime legacy of the divinity of nature.
1000 year old trees standing silent like great monoliths; two
grasshoppers mating; a pretty little yellow wild flower as delicate as
rice paper; a cloud in the crisp morning air cascading down the face of
the West Wall; the bubbling of underground streams; small lakes on the
peaks of mountains clear and still as glass; the nod to a passing hiker,
common brothers each aware of their discovery of something so beautiful;
a sip of the finest water you will ever taste; a wallaby scratching
itself, his coat so wonderfully thick; that fresh alpine air which makes
you feel so alive; the stars of the cosmos so seductive you will never
forget; the mist on the lake in the morning as you unzip your tent; the
excitement of the thought that maybe, just maybe a thylacine will run
over the track; the sound of a quoll growling in the night; the
cassowary calling out his song in a branch above the stream; an old
mountain shack built by a WWII vet to escape to the wilderness...And on
the second day as I sat on the pinnacle of Mount Jerusalem and gazed
over the kingdom that is the Walls of Jerusalem national park, I felt
then, as I do now, that I should not and shall not qualify what I
experienced too much in words. What I found, as many others have, was
the antidote, the cure, the saving grace. Leave your homes, even if its
once a year. Leave your cars and phones and microwaves and textbooks,
take a bag and walk. Walk
somewhere, anywhere, and look
around you. Look at the ants
scurrying to collect food
before the rain, stop and
notice the small wild flower
that you would usually pass
by, listen to the chirping of
the little wren hopping about
next to the stream and savour
that mouthful of water to the
very last drop. Open your eyes
and ears and soul and close
your mouths for a little
while, and trust me, you will
feel better.
MM
atbalsti?
**
well, you have to learn right? at least should.
make the best of each occasion/person/whatever. right. so, you were born
**
here. what’s the lesson?
a) stay, fight, endure, attack, accept and in the end, yes, saviour
***
***
Latvians will have to learn to live with ease. ease in leaving,
living, learning, loving. to live easily
**
piedzimt par agru par vēlu ne tajā vietā ne
and then you get home and hear a rumour of a devaluation in April
(faint), and another budget cut (700 million), and…
enough, you said no one’s gonna read anything this heavy.
tajā laikā. ne tajā vietā. ne tajā valstī
**
easy
But since the latter part of the last century there has been a somewhat
popular revival and resurgence of bagpipes and bagpipe playing in
Europe. Many countries fortunately saw the need to keep bagpipe
traditions alive and more and more people are paying, making and
enjoying bagpipes all over Europe. More bands are appearing who play the
bagpipes and even bagpipe festivals are organised regularly throughout
Europe.
MM
Ahhh... a relaxing day on the beach: sand in your crisp slice of
watermelon, zinc cream in your cider, salt in your ears, blistering
sunburnt nose, wind driving every grain of sand into your calves like a
bad dose of acupuncture, sharks, rips, bluebottles, used syringes...
more like a scene out of Dante’s Inferno than anything resembling a
popular past-time and yet summer in Australia sees these sandpits of
doom packed well beyond the red and yellow flags with would-be leisure
makers.
But what could possible be a better alternative? How about a shady patch
of grass under eucalyptus and pine with a slate-filtered spring bubbling
behind you, a stretch of pristine freshness ahead, with only your
friends beside you and an ice cold beer dangling from your big toe
gradually cooling in the clear water ready for you to propose a toast to
nature’s gifts.
What:
Freshwater swimming. OK, so the Europeans have been doing it for years,
but unlike male g-strings and folk-trance, this is no fad. It’s serious.
It’s high renaissance culture and decadence at its finest.
Location:
Legal threats:
Physical Threats:
KS
Still,
There is music in the plane trees,
If you only care,
To listen.
KS
Arsene Eglis (Introduction
and Annotations) & Bud
Berzing (Translations) “Sex
Songs of the Ancient Letts”
(1969) University Books
Inc., New York
MIXTAPE (SIDE A)
The majority of this album was recorded in a remote cabin over three
months in Wisconsin. From humble roots as a selection of demos, “For
Emma, Forever Ago” has gone on to receive critical acclaim. I could
complain about the songs being used on commercial TV, but then again,
part of me is glad other people are hearing them and they weren’t left
in the wilderness from which they came.
Zach Condon just won’t stop recording simple songs comprised of just a
few chords overlayed with violin, accordion, and trumpet, often with
just a few lines of lyrics. And I don’t care in the slightest.
So you’ve heard of Bob Dylan? So you like his “Blood On The Tracks”
album? Well the real beauty of the LP is that once Shelter From The
Storm is worn out and skipping beyond recognition, and your ex-
girlfriend has spilt scotch and soda over Side 1, the vinyl is still
priceless. Perfect albums rarely end perfectly.
One guitar, one voice, three minutes. All the lessons you should have
learnt, all the lamentations you have felt, the important comments
that meant nothing at the time but are the purest distillation of
anything you’ve ever felt from the other side of the room. I won’t try
to destroy anything else about this song, I just wish I could hear it
again for the first time.
KS
MIXTAPE (SIDE B)
Corvus Corax are great! They only play traditional mediaeval songs,
mostly in Latin. Their performances involve large drums, hurdy-gurdys,
over-the-top bagpipes, wacky leather outfits and sometimes Gregorian-
style choirs and a chariot! They have become very popular in Europe.
This is a group playing the bagpipes that are native to the Galicia
region of Spain. It's really quite wonderful to hear the versatility
of the bagpipes, here they fit perfectly with the playful rhythm of
Spanish music. Complimented by the singing, this piece makes me smile.
Auļi – Kapenieks
MM
KS - Karlis Stemsands
AM – Ani (Latvija)
MM - Mārtiņš Medenis
„The real voyage of
discovery consists not in
seeking new landscapes, but
in having new eyes.”
- Marcel Proust
cамиздат
2009