http://wuli.com/inferno/ en-us Nucleus CMS v3.32 © Weblog http://backend.userland.com/rss http://wuli.com/inferno//nucleus/nucleus2.gif http://wuli.com/inferno/ http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=302 As you well know, if you are a regular reader of Inferno or a visitor of this website, Inferno has had its share of financial hardship this past year. Advertisers dropped due to the bad economy, forcing me to suspend publication.

I have been working diligently trying to lure new advertisers, and this week help came from an unlikely source that promised to support us with a regular priced ad. I promised him that if I found seven more that would commit we would be back in business, but I need commitments for an entire year.

In other news - Inferno has not been idle. There are now three books available with the Inferno Imprint. INFERNO - burning the bridges behind us is a seven-year retrospective of the rise and fall of this underground newspaper. Well over 200 pages, chock full of photos, the best of articles, and new commentary and articles by our stable of writers. This book will soon be available on Amazon.com, or from our storefront for an amazingly affordable price of $14.97.

I am working on releasing a premium edition of the same book with the same content, but in full color. If the quality of the final product is up to our exacting standards, look for that to be available soon.

In addition to this fine work of literature, Mo Pagano is offering a compilation of his "Mo Knows" articles in a book of the same title. A full color 8x10 paperback, this book features the best Mo Knows articles of the past seven years with a new introduction by myself and a foreword by Mo. It also highlights his paintings, and has photos scattered throughout. This is a must have for any Inferno fan.

Finally, I have published in one volume "Bar Exam", my musings on the demise of the neighborhood bar with original paintings on every page. Both Mo Knows and Bar Exam are available for the extremely affordable price of $12 each. A portion of the profits from all of these books will go back into a fund to help bring Inferno back on your local newspaper rack! ]]> Carl B Johnson http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=302 Fri, 12 Mar 2010 10:37:26 -0500 http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=300
The 3rd Friday exhibit culminates the week long en plein air workshop which featured an outstanding line-up of instructor’s such as Bill Ternay, Stan Sperlak, Jill A. Rupinski, Nancy Witt Mulick, Ruth Formica and Pat Witt.

The paintings exhibited will feature all students works produced during the workshop and will highlight various locations along the Maurice River valley.
Contact The Barn Studio of Art at 856-825-5028 for more information about the workshop and the exhibit.
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Static Addiction has many upcoming local shows, including Friday, July 10 at Good Sports Bar & Grille in East Vineland; and Friday, July 24 at The Towne Tavern in Bridgeton. Go to www.staticaddiction.com for more information.]]> Press Release http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=299 Sat, 4 Jul 2009 12:17:58 -0400 http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=298
Known as Billy throughout the music world, he was born in Norwalk Ct. in 1930 He began his musical career at age fifteen playing trombone with the Jess Stacey Band. He went on to play and write arrangements for all the big bands (Charlie Spivak, Claude Thornhill, Jimmy Dorsey, Charlie Barnet), of his generation, culminating his road days with his idol, Tommy Dorsey. For the next forty years he was one of the busiest studio arrangers and conductors in New York, writing every thing from jingles, films, documentaries, record dates, as well as producing 20 cd's for his wife, Marlene VerPlanck. His passion for music was all consuming and he never wrote an indifferent note in his life.Among his other interests he loved life, traveling the world with his wife,
enjoying great food and wine, the New York Mets, his country and his
fellow man. He was a diehard advocate of free enterprise and tried to
convert anyone who would listen to his beliefs. Details of Billy's career
can be found at: www.marleneverplanck@aol.com.

Billy is survived by his wife, Marlene, of 52 years, his sister in law,
Barbara Marshall, his brother in law, Phil and his wife, Arlene Pampinella
and extended nieces, nephews and cousins. A sister Anne Durland preceeded
him in death in 2008.

In honor of Billy's love of jazz, a scholarship has been established at
William Paterson University. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to
the J. Billy VerPlanck Jazz Scholarship Fund: c/o Office of Institutional
Advancement. William Paterson University, 300 Pompton Road, Wayne, NJ 07470

Visit WWM at: http://williamwmay.ning.com]]> General http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=298 Sat, 4 Jul 2009 12:16:44 -0400 http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=297 Then I realised God doesn’t work that way, so I stole
one and prayed for forgiveness.

- Emo Philips]]> Reader submitted humor http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=297 Sat, 4 Jul 2009 12:15:32 -0400 http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=296
Haverford College alumnus Ray Garman is an activist, an entrepreneur, a photographer, and a poet. Locally, Ray has stepped up to the mic at venues in Mays Landing, Ocean City, and Bridgeton. He has, however, traveled the world, and read and performed his poetry at such notable places as Robin’s Bookstore in Philadelphia; the Bowery Poetry Club, Nuyorican Poets Café, Neither Nor, St. Mark’s Poetry Project, La MaMa Theatre, Nell’s, and the Knitting Factory in New York City; Shakespeare & Company in Paris; San Francisco’s City Lights; Fringe Club in Hong Kong; The Café in Nairobi; at Burning Man in Black Rock City, Nevada; and also along the Ho Chi Minh Trail, and with the forest of drums, and rainbows, gathering.

The following are from Ray’s recent book of poetry, Crossing Waters, published by Whirlwind Press. His website is www.raygarman.com.

Back Seats

Full
and earnest,
deeply devote,
my teenage
fingers fumble
with buttons
buttressing blouse
to touch a universe
discovered
in the back seat
of matinee movies.

I awaken the nights,
deeply desirous,
I lift your skirt
to touch a universe
discovered
in the back seat
of my mustang.

Changed
and transformed,
my teenage heart
sheds fear for tastes,
feminine charms
channeled,
when I let loose
my liberty,
I lift your skirt
to touch a universe
recollected
in the back seat
of my memory.Aspire & Believe

Freedom,
the aspiration
a little achieved,
once seemingly
unstoppable,
then derailed
in red tape
and political
pros,
ground down,
almost halted.


This train
gathers steam
once again,
and great
marches
are organized,
even when we
think
they won’t
listen.


Hope

There’s no difference
in the call and bark
of ego
expressed
in whatever species
or persuasion.

Its flash,
unmistakable tone,
recognizable
though hard to describe,
known once lived,
not forgotten
nor remembered
with much detail,
merely endured,
each day.

Gaia feels
the parasite
prick a little more
and a little further from,
her shepherd hopes.

Found Within

I forgive
America
its failings.

The letting
go brings
calm.

Harmony
rings ethos
now patterned
within,
resident
and resonant.

It’s the people
who are
more difficult
to fathom
and forgive.

We should
know better
than the way
we act.]]> Poetry http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=296 Sat, 4 Jul 2009 12:14:15 -0400 http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=294
The event, a celebration to promote awareness and appreciation of the arts, recognizes the creativity, talent and leadership of the award winners. The award ceremony featured remarks by Commissioner of Education Lucille E. Davy and Secretary of State Nina Mitchell Wells.In addition to his position at Gloucester County College, Beitzel of Deptford, NJ, is a member of the National Art Education Association, the NJ Art Education Association, where he served as President and now Treasurer, and the Association of American University Professors. He has traveled extensively, worked as a consultant to numerous community, education and cultural organizations, and has exhibited his artwork throughout the United States and Japan. In addition to his 2009 Governor’s Award, Beitzel received a Proclamation of Appreciation from the Gloucester County Freeholders, a Certificate of Achievement from Art Educators New Jersey and the Citizen’s Award Medallion for service to Gloucester County College.

This year’s Governor’s Awards were presented to approximately 15 educators and 87 students. National and statewide organizations selected the students for their exemplary work in creative writing, speech, dance, music, theatre and visual arts and the educators for their exceptional commitment and contribution to arts education.

Douglas J. Wills, Esq., a member of the Gloucester County College board of trustees, accepted the George DiBuono Recognition on behalf of the College Board. This award was established to honor former president of the Art Educators of New Jersey, George DiBouno, whose dedication to arts education in New Jersey was marked by a realization of the power of leadership in education to move the arts to the forefront. This award is for those who are "within" the field of education, but not art educators. The recipient must demonstrate both strong support of visual arts education at the local or state level and go beyond what is required to encourage and promote arts education within their school.

The Governor’s Awards event is a partnership between the New Jersey Arts Education Partnership, the Department of Education and the Department of State. Additional support provided by: the New Jersey State Council on the Arts, Afro-Academic, Cultural, Technological and Scientific Olympics, Art Educators of New Jersey, Art Administrators of New Jersey, Dance New Jersey, New Jersey Council of Teachers of English, New Jersey Forensic League, New Jersey Music Educators Association, New Jersey Performing Arts Center, Playwrights Theatre of New Jersey, Speech and Theatre Association of New Jersey, Very Special Arts of New Jersey and Young Audiences/New Jersey.]]> Press Release http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=294 Sat, 4 Jul 2009 12:08:09 -0400 http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=293 HORIZON FOUNDATION FOR NEW JERSEY

MILLVILLE, NJ – Wheaton Arts and Cultural Center has received a grant in the amount of $10,000 from the Horizon Foundation for New Jersey. This grant will help fund the WheatonArts Glasstown Collective Education Program, an arts education initiative serving Cumberland County students. The arts programs include:
■ The “GrowCreative! Pre-School Program,” a partnership with the Millville Child and Family Center, Millville's city-wide preschool serving over 650 three- and four-year olds. WheatonArts has offered
year-round free access and special programs to the entire school community, including students, teachers and their respective families.
■ The “Glasstown Partnership,” a program for 70 Millville 4th graders, includes hands-on glassmaking experiences and interactive museum programming. In addition, all 4th grade classes in Millville make special class visits at no charge. The program is now in its 14th year.
■ The “Juvenile Justice Partnership” is an intensive program of training and hands-on experience that serves up teens currently under the supervision of NJ Juvenile Justice Commission. Activities have ranged from creating glass paperweights to casting self-portraits with hot glass and other art and design activities.
"We are delighted to partner with WheatonArts, said Larry Altman, executive director of The Horizon Foundation for New Jersey. “The Horizon Foundation for New Jersey is dedicated to supporting needed resources to charitable organizations making an impact on the lives of people across New Jersey."

The Horizon Foundation for New Jersey, created by Horizon Blue Cross Blue Shield of New Jersey, supports charitable organizations that promote health and other cultural and arts programs throughout New Jersey. For more information about the Foundation visit www.horizonblue.com/foundation.

WheatonArts, the largest regional arts organization in South Jersey, is home to the Museum of American Glass, the Creative Glass Center of America, the Down Jersey Folklife Center, a Hot Glass Studio and several traditional crafts studios, the Gallery of Fine Craft, four museum stores, and a 10,000 square-foot event center. In addition to daily glassblowing and craft demonstrations, WheatonArts features special exhibitions, programs, workshops, performances and several weekend festivals and events throughout the year. WheatonArts is recognized as a Major Arts Organization by the NJ State Council on the Arts, “given in recognition of the organizations’ solid history of artistic excellence, arts programming, and broad public service.”

WheatonArts is open Tuesday through Sunday, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Open July 4 and Labor Day. Closed Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Day and New Year’s Day. For more information about WheatonArts visit www.wheatonarts.org or call 800-998-4552 or 856-825-6800.]]> Press Release http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=293 Sat, 4 Jul 2009 12:06:55 -0400 http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=292
Dogwoods
by: Joseph Arechavala

I remember the dogwoods in our backyard
Gnarled, twisted things that, in the dark, could be
Easily mistaken for monsters

The flowers smelled like a honey-day, and meant
Spring was here, even more than the robins in
March who left tiny prints in last snows

They were little, struggling trees, and I jungle-gymmed
Without care, snapping tiny, hopeful arms
As I caroused, inflicting wounds on wood

They're gone now, and I wonder if I ever
Made them cryThe Doe

by: Joseph Arechavala



Does graze by the side of the highway
Twilight glimmering through pines
Hum of mosquitoes and tires
As headlights begin to pierce dark;



They are unaware of the danger
Blazing by in the high seventies



One will leap into hazard, darting,
Daring aluminum, steel and glass
In the reflection of her eye,



And not even Artemis herself could
Dare be so beautiful





Does sweat exist at all?

by: Joseph Arechavala



If life is so meaningless, why do we sweat?
Take out the garbage?



If life is meaningless, why are we afraid?
Compelled to accumulate? To wound, or save?

Why do we? Why at all?



Are we really islands, or symbiotic?
Perhaps antibiotic? Feral or urbane?

Sartre thought he knew emptiness
Augustine thought he’d know bliss

Does reality exist on a mote
or do universes keep expanding?



Are we impelled to act
by Urges, Ego or Creator?

Do we exist in the vacuum
In heavenly spheres?

Does sweat exist at all?



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



SPIT

by: Jen Kirchner (copyright 2007)



I fear they'll find you

They'll look

I think they already did, happy happy he said

he always kept tabs on me

I was spit at

I owe this one my life he lets me know as his waste

hits the ground I am disgusting

with what I don't do.

The suit growls at me did he read

my fetish is improper

I've paint and chalk on my fingers

counting pencils in the basement he doesn't care

though I bet he knows.

And this one smiles, turns and smiles

thinks he's next in line for what you morphed

I have a spring in my step

though there is nothing to smell.

Spit at

Follow me, clear your throat,

Make sure I know.



They'll look for you

For seeing what happened

TRY

rip this silver off my throat

like when they broke my jaw.

But I have my father's grin now

He was here, I am here, twice

I came back like the one who left

Did you read me before they did?

Crazy as shit you said

It's been crazy as shit for eighteen months

and they call me "girl" here

like I'm a treasure the pirate uncovered.

So take another pill! I spit

I've been in this forever and longer and

I don't care if your eyes bulge at that.



...Your smirk astounded me

and sometimes you speak like the one I trashed

but something still is innocent

and I wear this sand dollar like garlic.





DECIDING THOUGHTS

by: Jen Kirchner (copyright 1995)



Thursday



"Maybe married by October......."

We are

moving at a fast pace

if tonight

you would tell your mother

about us.

I only over heard,

still,

my insides were suddenly showing

and embarrassed I asked you to take me

somewhere else,

hold me.

Thoughts...

us, you, me,

life

the half-double with pseudo brick walls

and red wood cabinets

us,

you holding me

forever,

chase round and round.

I can't get enough,

it seems

I never can

get close enough to you.

Where did hunger come from, that

I should want you there

all the time?

Never enough,

I need more and more

of this feeling,

this ecstasy

when I'm enveloped by our simple happiness,

by your arms

and I decided

it doesn't really matter

if you can't buy me a ring

right now.

You're here.

I just can't understand

why I am unnerved

and scared

when you leave;

in the night's hour

I list reasons why I want you for a lifetime

in my journal, in black and white

for future reference.

Deciding thoughts

ensue vague feelings-

my life is just starting

and I'm missing out

on something or other.

I just' can't understand

why your goodnight kiss would leave

a bitter aftertaste

upon my tongue.



Friday



I remember

we made love atop lemon yellow sheets

scented with the days sun,

my bed.

I remember

we made love amid bubble mountains,

time passed two hours, our skin wrinkled

neither cared.

We devoured

feasted of each other

and when I

eventually

floated back to earth

I knew

the feeling, the intensity

would never end

just go on forever,

intermingled, intertwined

before, during, after

warm, loved

forever.

They told me tonight

my grandmother died this morning.

Something,

finally

tore and removed itself from me.

Death

reminded me of my father,

reminded me of loss

and the time I tried to explain

why I am afraid to love.

I cried over death

of love.

I should have told you

I am confused and asked you

to explain where the time went

for making love in lemon yellow sheets and bathtubs.

I can't remember

the last time

you said you loved me

with your touch.

I can't remember

at all.

You fly high

without me

almost there;

you take off and land

then apologize

only,

again.

"I feel I'm cheating you"

you say tonight

You must know then

you are only taking

and I've become

only a vessel.

I bathed alone

scalding hot and a bar of Ivory,

tried to wash away the pain,

the grief,

scrubbed myself raw and emerged pink

with trying to erase your scent.

I find greed repulsive

and no longer like the taste of you

or want your touch

remaining.



Saturday Afternoon



Just kidding

you have told me

I'm not good for much

forget painting and writing,

WHAT

can I find to do during the day

WORTHWHILE?

Lazy.

Unemployed.

Etc.

Inside

I cry

silent tears and decide

I will make up my own mind

as to who I am

even if

you can't see

the need

in me

to create

with my hands and my mind.

And, just kidding?

you always ask

what I would like to do.

Somehow

the movies

are, always, replaced

with sitting in Lynn's Bar

infinite glasses of Riunite and Mich

until

you feel safe enough

for affections.

Too many nights

we're separated

by boob-tube phenomenon or

stony silences, riding aimlessly

never materializing

the trip to New York

the weekend in the Poconos

a night on the town

alone,

the promises.

I know

you may desire

the comfort of my presence,

I resent

the loss of our precious time

I wonder

if you'd like to keep me

with hopes

that dissipate

like early morning fog.

I've said

WE

have to do something about this.

I like beach walking and the stars

you profess

"drinking, screwing, and gambling"

are substantial pastimes,

the beach is too cold this time of year

and you've grown an allergy to

all

my friends

since

just two

tried

just once

to fix me up with someone else.

"WE

will compromise"

yet somehow

I still

have a choice only out of three.

Four months and then some.....

I have taken the time

to find out who you are,

forgetting who I was

when we began.

You

might as well be on our first date.

I look

and can't help but feel

you are growing ugly to me

so often

frustration fills and overflows

like nausea.



Saturday Night



I've realized

what we have in common

couldn't possibly

fill a life.

Two months ago

I escaped to the Maine woods,

you didn't understand

the land called

my need to be there once in the fall

something that was a component of

me.

I gave you

my poetry in a little black book;

you could touch me still

while I was gone.

I never told you

it wounded

when you returned it,

me,

unread,

and I failed to see

two months ago

it began,

your need to control,

hold me under from whatever I might be,

with word and actions

cause insecurity with things

not of your immediate world.

Why?

Isn't it enough

one of us is already

without needing to make

the other feel so too?

You are

moving at too fast a pace

for me.

I can't become a prisoner

of your self doubt

no matter your words

"just don't ever screw me over"

ring in my ears.

I will break free

unless you decide

to let me and my lemon yellow sheets

in again.



Sunday Morning



Last night sitting

side by side on leather barstools

you abruptly stated

we are one sided

and I need to learn

to put my foot down

or you will learn to take permanent advantage.

You must possess a sixth sense,

an eerie perception,

compassion for me

or

am I indeed your prisoner

and you have been watching

for my self emancipation.

How bizarre

you reached in

and pulled out my thoughts

while they sat protected

on the edge of my heart and tongue...]]> Poetry http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=292 Sat, 4 Jul 2009 10:53:54 -0400 http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=290
Once a month, we will screen a "conspiracy theory" film. Subjects include Big Brother, UFOs and coverups, the World Banking system, 911, plans to microchip the population (that's you!!!), corporate conspiracies and the like.

Admission is free, as always, but donations are certainly welcomed.

Coffee will be complimentary, as caffeine and paranoia go so well together!!!

Come to get a laugh, or the info that may save your butt in the coming days!!!

Movies screen at dusk (currently approx. 8pm)

Remember, The Conspiracy Ain't No Theory, Baby!!!

His Holiness, the "Ir-Reverend" Sitarbob
Brainchurch
129C. N. High St.
Millville, NJ]]> Press Release http://wuli.com/inferno/index.php?itemid=290 Sat, 4 Jul 2009 10:48:32 -0400