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F O U R T H E d i t i o n A P R I L 2 0 1 1
THEME: APRIL IS A TIME FOR CHANGE, REBIRTH, AND APRIL 20TH.
WHAT IS THE HAPPY COLLECTIVE?
ADACK The Happy Collective represents an empowerment of the individual to broadcast and receive information and culture. We present an opportunity for you to become part of something larger and uniquely human. No longer counter-culture, no longer fringe, no longer the Other, we stand together to unveil our own significance and our own artistic interpretations of our reality. Together, we can transcend the illusionary boundaries which disempower us and peel back the imaginary layers of separation that keep us from actualizing as a brilliant, radiant collective.
“Puff Puff” by Jeremiah Bullfrog
LET’S BE CHILDREN AGAIN
ONE LOVE Looking out the window of my library I see a couple dozen children, all with the biggest smiles on their faces, entertaining themselves with the simplest things. Things not brought down by human-created drama, nor by the failures of government and society, nor even by a fellow child's misconception of them. Brought down only by a lack of continued fun. At what point did we stop becoming children? Does the idea of responsibility come with this disclosure of sadness? Hell no! There is no reason we cannot act like these children every day of our lives. We can seek fun in the littlest things again and base our responsibilities on the desire to discover and explore, and with this new, profound excitement we become children again. continued on the next page
LET’S BE CHILDREN AGAIN (from p. 1)
ONE LOVE So whether you need to play the piano, drink a 12 pack, have intellectual conversations, be around your friends, go shopping, jump off a roof, write a letter, it does not matter as long as you are not harming others, and you can get as happy and high as a kid on Christmas. Please do not let the
human-created stresses of you daily lives get you down because in the end, we are all the same people trying our best to be happy in this world.
REVEREND GODLESS Screaming, crying, light! Slow, painful, dull requiem Orgasmic outro Involuntary Ev'ry movement a death throe Stop staring at me Unconscious living Insomnia kills the soul Reality blurs Quick decimation All that we build will fade soon Delusions of hope Ten hearts sacrificed One mind plunged in the abyss Still nothing to say.
“Twisted Sun” by Sunny Side Up
Go forth and practice what you love most in this life, my friends. Live unabashedly and fear nothing, for the universe takes care of those who take care of the universe.
KEEPING A TAB
KING CRACK I remember when my day ricocheted from perfect to epic. How quick my nervous system was to succumb to new hormones as my toes tightened round algae, sand, and stones. I sensed one other prescence tumbling, detached, charmed, euphoric mumbling. He had a ball while all I needed was clapping and snapping to appease my inner tulip in that dry-swallowed utopia on the beach. I remember when shadows couldn't last, when brightness conquered all contrast, and we tingled. As friends and lovers, we mingled. The air was kinder as it dried our eyes and swept us through a salt-and-peppered enterprise I remember when nothing hurt;; I loved the hated and I LOVED the loved and I loved that for tips from one day I could swallow this day all over again.
“Mescalinesque” by Adack
Psychological Progress Through Unlocking The Doors Of Perception
Renowned myth busting site, Snopes.com, reports that during the filming of The Wizard of Oz, the movie’s wardrobe department unknowingly purchased a coat for character Professor Marvel from a second-hand store. This coat was later verified to have originally been owned by L. Frank Baum, the author of the novel on which the film was based. Whether or not you’re the type of person who syncs this film up with Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon for kicks, you have to admit such events seem too unlikely for coincidence… or are they? Swiss psychologist Carl Jung suggests that such coincidences result from his concept of synchronicity. Synchronicity is the idea that the conceptual relationships of minds are intricately structured in their own logical way. This gives rise to relationships that are not causal in nature but manifest themselves as occurrences that are meaningfully related nonetheless. To explain, Jung’s theory dictates that humanity has a collective unconscious;; the manifestation of experiences that are coincidental in terms of causality suggest a non-coincidental order in terms of meaning or mental relationships that encompass this collective unconscious. Jung goes on to theorize how very powerful synchronistic experiences result in a new more advanced stage in a person’s psychological or spiritual development. Further experiences of synchronized events provide confirmation of the new relationship between the individual and the wider collective reality. In this new reality all events, both internal and external, may have personal significance to the individual either psychologically or spiritually. continued on the next page
SYNCHRONICITY (from page 3)
Psychological Progress Through Unlocking The Doors Of Perception
I'm not afraid of dying. I realized long ago that it makes little sense to fear something that happens to everyone.
My most recent personal research addressed how experiences that alter consciousness, such as intense introspection, meditation, or the use of psychedelics, heighten one’s ability to perceive this synchronicity. In a preliminary study, Eighteen of twenty people surveyed reported noticing events of a synchronistc nature more when participating in counsciousness-altering activities. In addition many reported an increased ability to perceive these synchronistic events long after the initial action of altering their consciousness. Such research suggests that there could be a correlation between synchronicity and altering one’s consciousness, and encourages further study on the topic. This hypothesis seems to be supported by the relationship between Jung’s theory of synchronicity and the theories of writer, Aldous Huxley. Huxley suggests that humanity’s ability to perceive and relate to our world is limited by a series of conceptual doors. These doors can be opened both in the long and short term by altering one’s consciousness. In doing so, one who opens these doors becomes transformed for the better. Coming full circle, the theories presented by Jung and Huxley validate each other in the sense that in opening our doors of perception, we enhance our ability to experience synchronistic events, which in turn allows us to reach more advanced stages of psychological/ spiritual development. Understanding this idea helps us better execute it, and I personally feel that in doing so for ourselves, we are able to better our society as a whole.
Remember to exhale.
THE REALIZED ONES
-SUNNY SIDE UP
MATA To witness a lion roar Isn't really all what it sounds like For he creates a crystal path in the night sky lights With a complexion beyond comparison, From the eastern boundary To the western perimeter - The majesty lets his halo of rays whither. Filled with splendor, The brims of his shoulders extending to the tips of his fingers Let out a sigh not a minute too soon For there are not many other miracles Where the blessed one willingly reaches to the sun and the moon. To witness a lion roar Is a presence that cannot be a mistake From the moments of one's birth to the seconds of one's death, Listen, it is time to awake.
“Synergy” by Pandacat
A THOUSAND SUNS (ALBUM REVIEW) EXPAND
DARIUS RAIDER It seems like everyone has an opinion on Linkin Park. Some hate them. Others loved them until they finished high school. Some are still fans. Either way, with their debut album Hybrid Theory being one of the most successful albums of the decade, and all subsequent albums selling millions, it is no surprise that people recognize the name when they hear it. Linkin Park recently released their fourth studio album: A Thousand Suns, the band’s first concept album. The name is borrowed from a phase from the Bagavad Ghita, and listeners will find a lot of other references to ancient spiritual practices in this album. The theme of A Thousand Suns is one of rebirth and transcendence. It is far different from what Linkin Park has produced before, and yet it retains the distinct sound that one can only attribute to Linkin Park. The album kicks off with an introductory piece called “The Requiem”, which incorporates phrases from songs to come later in the album, overlaid onto an instrumental track that can only be described as ‘alien’. The track leaves the listener feeling as though they’ve been abducted by a UFO, foreshadowing the album’s psychedelic journey. The songs on this album are both slow and fast, heavy and light. Slower ballads like “Burning in the Skies,” “Robot Boy” and “Iridescent” are melodic and beautiful. The lyrics are both sad and liberating as the band once again expresses emotions that are impossible to convey through words. Some of the heavier songs on the album like “When They Come for Me” and “Wretches and Kings” show how the band is branching out into different styles. “When They Come for Me” utilizes a Bhangra dance beat with a very interesting Indian vocal style, and “Wrestches and Kings” incorporates a political speech by Mario Scavio as well as dubstep instrumentals. The lead single of the album, “The Catalyst,” brings the thematic message of the album to the forefront: the world and where it’s headed, humanity and what we’re doing on this planet, the nature of our ego and the concept of letting go. Other themes include death, the afterlife, compassion and love. continued on the next page. CONSCIOUS DUST E X P E T V H E I A N N R D Y G
I S O N T R A C K ;; M A T T E R N E V E R D I E S . C T C R R O E E T H H N P R A I T I E A N N N A C U T T G G E E . , , . I N T O A N O T H E R
“Music Has An Effect on Me” by Stephen Martin
A RIDDLE OF SIGHT
KEF The most important thing about this is the mystery. How it kisses cool calm, Perpetuating heat and wonder. How it drifts, so intangible, Spinning over placid delicacy. Hinting at the green life Exploding in depths forever unknown.
TNEZ get them on in the sky when your flying high way above the clouds there were crowds in a sea of green to match the scene floating down the streets intoxication meets and greets as it all comes winding down down the blocks without socks as the clocks go tick tack toe time swallowed, but who's to know now you lay the cards on the table reading a fable as the yellow brick road is hopped by the toad buds be sprouting animals be shouting further down the road you begin to unload the green to implode in the chest a lung test of how many smokes in a row so many tokes that you glow with a shine so bright you see white light turning around to walk back down the road before things corrode left to spiral down, down, down for many a frown upon the face of tears that spilled into the hearts that never filled hope is here, it is but rowing when you don't know where your are truly going any path will get you there choose the best it's only fair form the road that fights to unite string together the world to fly as a kite
A THOUSAND SUNS (from p. 5)
“Sleep” by Whipped Cream
DARIUS RAIDER The first time I listened to A Thousand Suns, I knew that what I was hearing was different from what the band had created before. There was little to no guitar, and the band’s trademark screaming was replaced by melodic singing.There were a lot of personal changes going on in my life and it felt as though the album addressed the issues that clouded my mind. I found myself questioning what the purpose of life was: “why am I here and what am I doing with myself?” I wondered what my role was in relation to the rest of humanity, and to be concise, I was very confused. It was comforting to hear this album and to know that the band I listened to religiously as a young adult had matured with me, and created music that was still very applicable to my life. Just as they revolutionized nu-metal with Hybrid Theory, Linkin Park has pushed their artistic expression even further by experimenting with new sounds on A Thousand Suns. The combination of contemporary genres blends into a style that is hard to define, but easy to love. A Thousand Suns has a strong message and it’s delivered in a way only Linkin Park can pull off. Give it a listen!
UPCOMING SHOWS IN THE BOSTON AREA
THE MIDDLE EAST
4/14 Steve Aoki - SOLD OUT 4/21 Above and Beyond 4/25 Trentemoller 4/29 Yelle w/ French Horn Rebellion 5/02 A-Trak w/ Kid Sister and Gaslamp Killer 5/05 SHPONGLE - SOLD OUT 5/25 Armin van Buuren - SOLD OUT 6/09 Yeasayer
THE HOUSE OF BLUES
4/22 Bassnectar - SOLD OUT 4/26 Rusko w/ Doorly 5/7 Guster 5/9 Deftones 5/11 Airborne Toxic Event 5/15 Adele 6/2 Paul Simon
4/13 Hellfire Machina 4/15 Dopapod 4/20 Future Rock 4/25 Wolfgang Gartner w/ Hot pink Delorean - SOLD OUT 4/28 Beats Antique (without Eskmo?) 5/4 12th Planet w/ Terravita 5/11 Aesop Rock and Kimya Dawson 5/13 Walter Sickert and the Army Of Broken Toys w/ Mighty Tiny (CD Release) 6/1 BORGORE w/ Terravita 6/29 SKISM w/ Terravita
5/19 Weezer 6/24 Earth, Wind, and Fire 7/12 A Perfect Circle
4/16 Eoto 4/23 Mogwai 5/05 Peter Bjorn and John 5/10 Sleigh Bells 5/12 Odd Future 6/5 Death Cab for Cutie 6/09 Against Me! 7/23 The Glitch Mob
4/19-20 Neil Young 4/22 Cake 5/20 Elvis Costello 6/1 Paul Simon 6/7 Eddie Vedder
GREAT WOODS, MANSFIELD
LOWELL SUMMER MUSIC SERIES
BOARDING HOUSE PARK, LOWELL
7/22 moe. 9/3 Matisyahu
6/7 Phish 7/21 Furthur with Phil Lesh and Bob Weir 7/23 Unity tour 2011: 311 and Sublime with Rome
LUPO’S HEARTBREAK HOTEL
4/15 Badfish 4/19 Bassnectar 4/22 Kill the Noise 5/4 Dark Star Orchestra 5/6 Deftones 5/7 Interpol 5/15 Social Distortion
6/5 Dub Nation Mass. Volume 1 SKRILLEX
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“Postal” by PandaCat
ABANDONED BY WHOM? Memories of a Mill
“Abandoned Mill” by Caitlyn Smith, November 2009 HAUS Hidden away in a valley beside an eighteenth century Maryland town, there is a land where man once lived. Stretching from the rubble remains of a Catholic school on the far hill to the houses left behind on the nearer hill, the whole region lies abandoned, save for the train tracks piercing the earth. A paper mill stands in this valley, scarred by fire and vacant as the neighboring houses. The mill is massive, sprawling in multiple brick buildings of varying stability. A large pool lies out back, by a collapsed office building. It may have been functional once, but has degenerated into a vibrant ecosystem full of tadpoles, algae, and larvae. Thus does death give way to new life. We drove an hour to visit the site. Parking the car far enough from the mill to appear inconspicuous, we walked back and climbed through the gap in the gate to enter the complex. The entrance to the main building led into a large empty room covered with graffiti. We were clearly not the first to visit this dilapidated wonder. Most of the graffiti was basic;; the clumsy early spraying of beginners. But no one dared spray over the beautiful murals dotting the complex. I spotted, across some rubble, a hole in a wall leading through to another room. Excited, I forgot to look where I was placing my feet. My Chuck Taylors provided no protection from the filthy, rusty nail that pierced my left foot. Panic set in as I lifted up my foot, gingerly prying it from the board now nailed to it. I limped to a nearby tire, sat, and removed the shoe. Blood and dirt soaked the sock, and the wound beneath, though only about quarter inch deep, was packed with filth. Unbidden, “tetanus” was the first thought on my mind;; “staph infection” and “septic shock” followed. My friends anxiously stood about, waiting for my decision. It wasn’t my best. Putting the sock and shoe back on, I set myself to exploring the complex anyways;; with no health insurance, a doctor didn’t seem like an option. Plus, we’d driven an hour to get there. So the journey continued. Climbing up partially ruined staircases to the upper levels, we found that the building went up to five stories in some parts. Most of the industrial machinery had been removed, or else scrapped, but its absence was noticeable in the gaps and reservoirs. The dark maintenance tunnels beneath the structure were cluttered with pipes. Mosses and molds decorated the walls, while creeping plants and vines set to the slow work of reclaiming the structure for nature. continued on the next page
ABANDONED BY WHOM? (from page 8)
Memories of a Mill
HAUS Nature wasn’t all that had reclaimed the mill;; someone had been living there. “Heroin Hobo House” was sprayed in silver letters over the entrance to a room littered with old needles. A thick layer of dust coated three sleeping bags and a few dirty clothing articles. The heroin hobos hadn’t been home in a long time, but they had left their mark. When we reached the collapsed office building, my friend and I climbed inside. Literally, we climbed. There was no place to stand anywhere, only paths to climb through the rubble. We quickly realized our folly, and she took the next exit through the nearest window onto a grassy patch of dirt. At least, it seemed to be dirt until she sunk to her knees in it. Cracking jokes about quicksand, I set to climbing out the way I came in. Difficult, slower, but better than putting an open wound in a mud pit. While my muddy compatriot rinsed off in a nearby stream, I watched the tadpoles swim about like sperm in the fertile, repurposed industrial pool. The complex had only been abandoned since 2003.
I’d been in buildings abandoned since the 60s, but none had been converted so quickly into green habitats. This site was remarkable, and the nail began to seem a decent price for It took me five days to get a admission;; a payment of blood for tetanus shot, and it’s a good thing I didn’t wait longer—I hadn’t had what fey powers ruled here. one in 11 years. The wound itself I We hit the houses next. These attacked over those five days with were eerie, abandoned with a lot a pocket knife, tweezers, Q-tips, of furniture inside. Couches, and large band aids—plus enough alcohol, hydrogen tables, chairs, posters. Someone rubbing had come along with red paint peroxide, and Neosporin to kill a and streaked it all along the walls man. A small purple scar remains, in one of the houses. I followed it a fitting souvenir I’m likely to to a bedroom, and stopped at the carry forever. Even I didn’t leave the mill unchanged. door. Bible pages. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, stapled all over the bedroom wall. Red paint smeared haphazardly across them. A bare mattress lay in the center of the room, with the empty binding of a King James Bible. More pages littered the floor. The pages seemed relatively recent;; none had yellowed or aged, as other things had. Was it a paranoid schizophrenic’s defense against Christian demons? A prankster’s ruse for the superstitious?
school. All that remained was the steel frame of a cross, enshrined on an altar, standing in a clearing on the far hill. It had been painted over quite elaborately with Satanic imagery.
“Falls” by Sunny Side Up
The Christian symbolism continued as we made our way to Be mindful and grateful and present the remains of Hell House, what in all that you do, no matter how mundane the locals called the recently the task. Burdens are no longer heavy once you've redefined "up." demolished abandoned Catholic -ADACK
WE, THE TRADITIONAL INTELLECTUALS
SARAH LINGO See these glass catacombs built So that my corpse may see every other Yet touch none! All at equilibrium-- Metabolisms arrested by apathy-- We the hipsters with no Hippie hippie shake, Only noiseless gnawing on the collegiate bone Set out by our master So that we may adopt faster The Anxiety of Influence-- No one in the streets No one crying the eternal No! to injustice-- Mouths otherwise occupied chugging cramming sucking dragging Ennui and paranoia smoke which Breeds whims of solipsism-- Content within dry wall prison, Tucked away from the thousand-voiced father Sneering “Poetry is not a commodity.” Who would want it anyway? All about semester- Recycled tenements, Our first of many graveyards.
“We Are Clouds” by Sunny Side Up
MATA We hug each other closer since it is time to part The time was then The time is now The time will always be
IT'S NO WONDER DOLPHINS KILL THEMSELVES
Our boundless, drifting bodies have had enough;; They're deteriorating, parting physically We are all We are equally none We will always be I've never moved so fast I've never breathed so slowly
To have the other is to have myself like four closed walls entrapped by an infinite sea
MR. COSMIC CHARLIE My nugs, they are so yummy So I smoke-a-toke 'em down, Retreat into my happy dome, And wander-trip around.
H A P P Y A P R I L 2 0 T H ! MY NUGS
ADACK Calm my mind and sit Me down where oak trees are king And humans don't tread.
Is marijuana addictive? Yes, in the sense that most of the really pleasant things in life are worth endlessly repeating.
Sometimes a great surprise, it is, What lay there to be found, But you have to listen closely-- Beg you, daren't make a sound. Lest you wish to live with lights off And all dressed in tribulation. A slave to your sad skull-bone-- Fate worse than police stations.
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“Nugget Under the Sea” by Mata
“Let it Grow” by Mr. Cosmic Charlie
In the sweetness of friendship;; let there be laughter and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
DR. GREEN THUMB
HEMP SEED, THE SUPERFOOD
FILLE DU PRINTEMPS With the steadily growing green initiatives and the new wave of health food trends, hemp is making a tremendous comeback. Its nutritional and medical benefits were documented in China over three thousand years ago and it has served many important and diverse roles throughout the history of humankind. According to an article written in Popular Mechanics in 1939, there were already 25,000 different uses known for the hemp plant Cannabis sativa L. The stigma surrounding hemp in the United States developed following its prohibition in 1937. Currently, more than thirty countries grow industrial hemp in Asia, Europe and North America, with the U.S. being the only developed nation where it is not an established crop;; Canada is quickly becoming our largest supplier.
“Trip Leaf” by Stephen Martin
Although THC and other cannabinoids can be found in trace amounts in food made from hemp seeds - just as traces of natural opiates can be found in poppy seeds - they are far below the psychoactive level. A study published in 2004 by the Department of Pharmaceutical Chemistry at the University of Kuopio in Finland notes, “Subjective concerns over THC in hemp foods are not supported by scientific evidence.” Hemp seeds can be left intact, turned into flour or oil, and are versatile enough to be used in any recipe. They are considered “complete proteins” because they contain all eight essential amino acids- those which the human body cannot produce and therefore need to get through food. Furthermore, the seeds contain these amino acids in proteins that are easily digested. Hemp seeds contain 25% protein, much higher than whey protein and egg whites, which both contain 13% protein, and are surpassed only by the soybeans with 32%. The seeds contain over 80% polyunsaturated fatty acids (PUFAs) which aid in reducing the risk of heart attacks, lower cholesterol levels in the blood, and clean out cellular build-up in the arteries caused by diets high in saturated fats. continued on the next page
HEMP SEED, THE SUPERFOOD (from page 12)
FILLE DU PRINTEMPS Yet the most impressive quality of these little power houses is their perfect balance of essential fatty acids, omega-6 and omega-3, which is between 2:1 and 3:1 - considered to be optimal for human health. Here too is where they beat soybean oil, which has a much higher ratio of 7:1. Other nutritional benefits include magnesium, iron, zinc, phosphorous and vitamin E. Three tablespoons of hemp hearts - the shelled seeds of the hemp plant : 174 calories 12.5 g unsaturated (healthy) fat 1 g saturated fat 11 g protein 1 g fiber Bon appétit!
‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE 420
ADACK ‘Twas the night before 420, when filled with great mirth, The heads were all blazing just before Planet Earth, Their bongs were set on the mantle with care, In hopes that St. Cannabis soon would be there;; And stoners were waiting all over the planet, With visions of nuggets, they no longer could stand it, When there arose such a noise like a bull run amok, That I leapt from the couch and cried out, “What the fuck!?” Away to the window I flew like a flash, But not before taking another hit of that hash, The moon in the sky set the city alight, Revealing the world like the sun of the night, When I saw (in each hand: a joint and the wheel), A bearded old man in a tan Oldsmobile, And I knew it was him, yes, no other could feign, As the jolly old saint of my love, Mary Jayne. Not a second after from the window I steered, St. Cannabis was gone and at my door had appeared, Dressed in worn jeans, tie-dye T-shirt, leather jacket, He asked “Where’s your bong at?” It was clear he would pack it;; “The Great High Hope” by Mr. Cosmic Charlie A monolith of a bag on his shoulder did sit, On his face was a grin like he’d just eaten shit, I looked to him then, with a questioning plead, He replied, “Yeah, it’s true;; this whole bag’s full of weed.” Another word, to my ears, St. Pot never said, He just dug into his sack, hummed a bit of the ‘Dead, And jumped to his work and deftly packed all our bongs, Then he rolled enough joints to kill off Tommy Chong, And finally he departed, but he stopped to appoint, His lips to the task of a freshly rolled joint, And he said with red eyes, before he pulled out of sight, Happy 420 to all, but does anyone have a light?
Good vibes in, good vibes out.
THANKS FOR READING!
“Day Tripping” by Broman Chu Dear Reader, Just by picking this up and reading it, you are an awesome person. Our friend and fellow writer Sunny Side Up says it best: “The Happy Collective is not a destination where we finally meet each other, but rather it is a realization that we have been with each other all along.” Everyone who is involved in The Happy Collective finds joy not only in what we’ve created, but also in sharing it and interacting with other like-minded individuals. Do you have something you would like to contribute? Whether it be art, poetry, an essay, comments, suggestions, hellos, or virtual hugs, email them to firstname.lastname@example.org along with your desired pen name. Keep on keepin’ on, Jimmy Jazz and the rest of The Happy Collective P.S. - We will be sending good vibes your way. Note: Some of the original work has been edited for content and grammar.
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