January 20, 2010- L. I. Iles Book Reading
By Brie Vuagniaux
Larry Iles is a common character on campus as a well-known intellectually interactive and leftist force. Simply say “Hello” to Iles and you will likely be off to the races discussing Kirksville and international political agendas regarding the environment, women, and animals— basically any group that is under-voiced in the political ring. Iles has just published his first novel titled: The Progressive Left Centre Animal Lover Legacy.
Iles’ novel spotlights animal activists George Greenwood and Vera Terrington in their battle in the 1920s British parliament against animal cruelty. Among their accomplishments, Terrington investigated the horrific state of the popular British circus and discovered the performing animals being routinely mutilated, as the circus women were simultaneously sexually exploited. Larry trumpeted, “…children shouldn’t be made to laugh at animals doing strange things…”, as he connected the normalizing of this behavior to the demoralizing of both humans and animals in British society.
The Progressive Left Centre Animal Lover Legacy directs our attention to the state of animals, and further, shows its reader how our treatment of the natural world affects human-to-human relations. Can anyone say Eco-feminism? Like, if you mutilate an elephant, you hold less regard for life in general and will be more likely to abuse members of our species. This book relays the strong message to being more inclusive towards our marginalized members and towards other species, and to do this in the political arenas, where the battle against commercial interests is a hard one indeed.
Copies of The Progressive Left Centre Animal Lover Legacy can be found at Hastings, Hidden Treasures, on Iles’ person. Copies exist in the Truman Library as well. In reading this book one can take notes on how-to think like an activist by transforming sensitivity into action.
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Best Free Date Place- Truman Observatory
A few days every month you can take your date down to the Truman farm, zoom that big telescope into the starry sky, and contemplate the universe. Look at the moon’s mysterious surface and learn how the big telescope works. The farm is set amidst the wide and open Midwest landscape, behind which sits Rainbow Basin (the abandoned and dilapidated ski-resort). The observatory building can be easily seen from the larger parking lot on the farm. Consulthttp://observatory.truman.edu/
for the open-house dates and directions.
Best Date Place (where you spend money)-Bonzai
Bonzai takes the cake for the “Best Date Place (where you spend money)” because you have to make a reservation and that’ll impress your date by showing that you probably pay your bills, and can get into exclusive places. The dark atmosphere and the swanky Japanese food presentation will make you think in the wisdom of haiku. Bonzai is located on the North side of the town square.
BestScavenger Hunt- Hidden Treasures
Last time I visited Hidden Treasures I found many interesting things: lace wedding dresses, Thelma and Louise on VHS, leather pants, over-priced pottery sets, a cage full of live birds, fur coats, oversized wall clocks, walls of romance novels and church cookbooks, gothic jewelry, dart board, pipes, cat food, etc. Go have a looksee, but beware of becoming a hoarder. Hidden Treasures is located on the North side of the square.
A long time ago people were getting pretty good at the things that people get good at and eventually decided that enough was enough. Back then we weren’t speaking English or anything else. Instead we just chirped at each other like birds and I guess everyone understood that. “Everyone” wasn’t a super big deal though because there were probably only like fifty or fifty-five of us back in those days, but still, speaking the same language was awesome. You guys really dropped the ball on that. I guess, also, it just wasn’t that interesting to God. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I saw once your shoulders in dawnlight, freckles slowly surfacing like
Constellations, in the particular measurements that
Govern the lost dog patterns of our lives. I wanted only a crust of honey…
But that sun has died and been resurrected many times over,
Never stopping to bother with our turmoil,
The way we pass through a room and do not see the junk in the drawer.
-By Claire Bowman
Neil said we are Helpless, helpless, helpless.
Neil said Only love can break your heart.
And I said, yes,
Strong drink can cure something, we
Just haven’t figured out
When will the newspapers print the story about
The man in the mountains,
Who left the rest of us,
Lived alone for years and grew a big white beard,
Sitting naked in the sulfur bowls of hot springs, singing songs to passing
When will the television explode in shards
Of lipstick and toilet bowl cleaner all over the living room floor?
When he left the mountain, no one was listening
For the sounds of birds or
The old voice like water.
There are gods out there orchestrating this. They never look up.
By Claire Bowman
After reading Jack Kerouac’s On the Road for the second time, the idea of impermanence has left its footprint on my mind. Discussing the book with other college students, I realized that the philosophy of the “Beat Generation,” (in reference to the literary phenomenon, not the mainstream cultural fad,) is
not one that is readily accepted by the youth of today, or perhaps more specifically, those who grow up in American society. On the Road presents by way of sheer movement an emphasis on the impermanence and continual motion of all life, all matter, all thought. The characters are mainly unemployed, scraping together borrowed cash, money from odd jobs, and stolen goods to sustain themselves while traveling the country to get their “kicks,” a way of life that few of my academic peers
feel is wholesome, or desirable. Of course, these things ring with some truth; these characters are flaky, irresponsible, and deviant, hardly heroes by the standards of the profit motive that drives our culture to
its gruesome excess.