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Not An Olympic Commentary 7Cc W oCe 19 Jared keeps calling me saying he needs articles. Any volunteers 'out there? More letters to the editor, more regular columns, how about some film reviews? It was good to see all those letters in the last issue, a particularly eloquent one from the Indigo Girls, whose comments about that tactless (I thought about exactly what word to use here for awhile, something in between innocently ignorant and heh heh heh vicious and came up with TACTLESS) cartoon held out such a calm, level, peacepipe ’hand. New opinions are a dime a dozen and this paper is free so mine is a bargain. I'd say that there is a difference between censoring and editing. Everything we do and say has to answer to our own personal editorial policies. And when what you opine speaks to and affects others, as mediums like radio, television, publications, etc. do, you've got to, at some point, take an EDITORIAL STANCE.. Now I would have enjoyed Tom Roberson's cartoons in past issues of the Flagpole, and 1 would like to assume that Tom meant me harm with his negatively stereotyped portrayal of lesbian women. But would Tom have drawn and would Jared have run a cartoon portraying Aunt Jemima standing on line to see School Daze and talking jive? Think about it. There's no difference between the two - neither of them is funny, both feed steortypes that need to be starved to death. On the heels of this whole discussion, I came upon a magazine in my bathroom that featured an excerp from a new book called Psychotic Reations and Carberator Dung. Greil Marcus compiled a selection of. Lester Bang’s writings, I guess mostly from Creem magazine and the Village Voice, and the article I read, "The White Noise Supremacists" was the best thing I've read in many months. Bangs revolu tionized ROCK WRITING by conquering the aside, by writing with honesty and passion. Now more than ever Bang is revered and appreciated, enjoying a posthumous celebrity, and how ironic that as his style has prompted a whole school of rock criticism, so many of the students have missed the beat, all bite and no brains, we looked up this word too: vitriol. Vitriolic just for the sake of it. Anyway, it looks like a book to read. Thoughtful words in an arena where they are strangers. And so starts the list. 1. Psychotic Reactions and Carberator Dung. Lester bangs/Greil Marcus. 2. Ironweed. Read the book instead. Therein you will find all the comic tragedy in Francis Phelan that Jack Nicholson left behind in a golden Albany gutter. I know that sounds corny maybe, comic tragedy, but it's the truth, (and it tips the scale towards tragic) and Meryl Streep knows it as Helen, a once actively performing singer now ruined by bad luck and the bottle. Streep is incredible and everyting she does here, from slanted eyes to limping walks to lecturing strangers, shows the pain of KNOWING BETTER, of knowing that it's all downhill and you remembe the view. Good script, horrible direction, worse editing, read the book. Yeah - • nice opening shot. 3. One night a few weeks ago, Mamie Fike of Long Low Rumble was playing with some friends. She put down her violin and a moment later it was accidenally stepped on, Yikes. Help her fix it or get a new one by coming