|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- OSOAWEEK--ISSUE 065--10/20/95 <-------  ||  OsoaWeek  ||  Issues  ||  Book 5  ||  -------> (Cup OWis065, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = [[BEGIN065OW]] [[01065CV]] * * * O S O A W E E K 0 6 5 * * * October 20, 1995 "The weekly ezine of Obliviana Super Occult Amusement!" by Frank Edward Nora INSIDE THIS ISSUE 01 065 CV--Cover 02 065 LA--Lord of Obliviana 03 065 SU--Superior PUT POINTLESS BLURB HERE INFORMATION: OsoaWeek065, October 20, 1995. Published weekly by Obliviana Super Occult Amusement, obliviana@aol.com, 1-800-OBLIVIANA. All contents copyright 1995 Frank Edward Nora. This release is Predatorware--you are free to make digital copies, so long as they're not altered or sold. All other forms of reproduction require permission. You're Prey unless you get a Predator Deed for this release. Contact us for more on this concept. Check out Obliviana on the WWW at: http://www.obliviana.com/~osoa Character count: 4737 / Line count: 131 *OW* [[02065LA]] Lord of Obliviana October 23, 1995, 7:25 AM, Amtrak to work Okay. Here I am, finally at the end of Book Five. Alright! This has been a scary time for me, in that Obliviana all but shut off over the past two months. See, as I'm sure I've detailed many times in these pages, OsoaWeek is the first creative endeavor of mine which actually TOOK OFF since the end of Anything But Monday, some six years ago. OsoaWeek chugged along in fine fashion for its first year, but it left me drained and beat up. The common sense response here is that I should rest for a time, and then continue on. But this has not been the case with my other endeavors. When I got drained and beat up, the thing was over and done with. In fact, there were times over the past few months when I felt that OsoaWeek was finished--that I'd go on to something new. But thank goodness, I managed to shrug off all of these urges, and wind up back here, persevering and readying the reignition of the OsoaWeek motor with Book Six. In this, I am breaking a devastating pattern in my creative life. I mean, just look at this--this is the 65TH issue of OsoaWeek! I mean, in the post-ABM/pre-OsoaWeek period of November, 1989 to July, 1994, the highest any of my experimental publications got was 5, with "Fovy". In fact, all through my LIFE I've been searching for a my core creative endeavor--and OsoaWeek is by far the closest I've ever gotten. But my true vision is much broader, much grander. It is a vision which can only be fulfilled in the Digital Superworld. And we are all almost there. Get all Obliviana. *OW* [[03065SU]] Superior SUPERIOR 361 Pain. I understand what a color is, clouds have feelings too, I was an environmentalist just to get laid and it worked, but I need a woman less like a general marshaling imaginary forces of idealism. They say every little action trips an ever-widening cause-and-event domino-chain reaction. But, being that EVERY event is a little event, isn't there an awful lot of overlap? Aren't there any actions which mean nothing? SUPERIOR 362 There was a strong smell of lemon cookies in the dimensional alley. Wow, that would be a good first line of a book. New York City in the rain--nice cliche, but there was no one there for me to share it with. SUPERIOR 363 What do you write when your girlfriend moves out? About the guilt at your feeling of freedom, or the mental anecdotes, of events from the relationship, that make you feel like you can't live without her, but which get weaker and weaker. Makes it sound pretty bad. Before, I felt like I had to resist other women, now I feel like I gotta go after them, maybe just to prove a point. Look at me--the supposed creative genius--getting caught up in the same childish games as everyone else. But wait a second--why should a creative genius be any different? Yeah, cliches about experiencing life before you can write about it. Like wow, you're Mr. Smug, you've been there, looking at me like I'm a fool. I am not a fool. You act like your life is so cool. Maybe it's you who are the loser, having been through so many relationships, acting so "knowing". You're the one who's the fool--just look at your current surroundings--right here, right now--where are you, reading this? Yeah, and you think I'm the fool. Go and have a coffee. SUPERIOR 364 Can you imagine the city streets like spikes, and a cigar erasing lucidity? I want to make a movie about bridges. That was just an impulse, I guess I want to see things connected. The funniest thing is that I'm finally becoming like a normal guy. I always thought of myself as being so weird. The times are catching up with me. I am better than most people, in creative productions at least. So why am I one paycheck away from being homeless? Cuz I gotta be free when the Digital Superworld hits--I can't be held back by connections to the old world. *OW* [[END065OW]] -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----