Please Donate! Announcing Our Secret Project ...

My friends, we're ready to show you the secret project we've been cooking up for nearly a year. Literary Kicks is happy to announce that we are founding a new non-profit organization, website and social media presence called Pacifism21.

To find out what the name means, and to watch the cool video I directed myself (yes, I got my Scorsese on — are you talking to me?) please go to our Indiegogo page and, for God's sakes, please donate some money to this worthy effort.

If you are visiting me here on Literary Kicks, you know that the websites I build are built to last. This new project, a long-awaited spinoff from the Philosophy Weekend series that we closed down for improvements a year ago, is an attempt to construct a platform for a serious discussion of global politics and ethics from an existential and empathetic point of view.

Most importantly, Pacifism21 and the website are designed to fill a need, and to energize the already fast-growing community of smart pacifists around the world.

What We're Creating Next

I wonder how many years ago I first made the announcement: "Something new is coming from the Litkicks laboratory". I've been cooking up a secret project for a while, and I've really lost track of all the times I thought I was close to launching this thing.

Maybe the first teaser was this one, from January 2012, in which I hinted that I was looking for new ways to use the blog format to present a unique form of philosophical expression. Then there was this one, from six months down the road, when I was looking to bust out with a new blogging format but clearly hadn't actually drawn any closer to the big dream. Life intervenes, you know? I've often had to put family and work ahead of my creative plans, though I never stopped advancing in small steps. This has been a long time coming.

Well, my friends, next week I'm actually going to launch the thing I've been promising for a while. Yes, really. And I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am about it.

Herschel Silverman, the Bebop Beatnik Candy Store Poet of Bayonne, New Jersey

It was very easy for me to meet Herschel Silverman, then a Beat/jazz poet of some renown, around twenty-five years ago when I began frequenting the downtown New York City poetry scene that swirled between St. Marks Church, ABC No Rio and the Nuyorican.

These were the years when Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso were still alive. Ginsberg showed up constantly at public events; Corso didn't. I can remember a hundred familiar faces from that era, but the memory of Herschel Silverman's gentle countenance brings a special smile. He was a beaming soul, a dignified and natty presence, soft-spoken and so humble that he really didn't seem to care whether he was on stage basking in applause or in the back of a room clapping politely for some greasy kid who wanted to win a poetry slam and become a superstar. Herschel Silverman was himself never a superstar, but he was a part of the fabric of the spoken word scene, and he had a magic way with words.

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— Herschel Silverman, "Cittee Cittee Cittee"
Lift Off: New and Selected Poems 1961-2001

Does Nonviolence Work? Ta-Nehisi Coates and Maria Stephan

I've been trying for a while now to come to terms with the emergence of Ta-Nehisi Coates as the clearest voice of black defiance and determination during the police violence outrages of the past couple years. The appeal of Coates's basic message of empowerment through self-awareness is obvious, but I have a big problem with a second message that permeates all his works, which is that black activists may as well reject the peaceful methodology of Martin Luther King. "Violence works," Coates wrote last year in an Atlantic column that inspired this Litkicks blog post. "Nonviolence sometimes works too."

These are cutting words, and not necessarily wise or mature. I addressed Coates a second time in April when he wrote again of nonviolent resistance as an irrelevant and corrupt political philosophy:

When nonviolence begins halfway through the war with the aggressor calling time out, it exposes itself as a ruse. When nonviolence is preached by the representatives of the state, while the state doles out heaps of violence to its citizens, it reveals itself to be a con.

This is the familiar "Malcolm X" stance on nonviolent resistance, and many other black writers have taken this position as well. Martin Luther King was never universally acclaimed among black activists — though King's amazing achievements stand as great pillars of inspiration to activists of every kind in every part of the world — and it's hardly newsworthy that many reject his deeply principled approach to social change today.

But other engaged activists (like myself) find a vital lifeline for the future of the world in the philosophy of nonviolent resistance, and we ought to pay special attention to Ta-Nehisi Coates, who speaks as an influential voice of a rising generation. This author has the sheer talent as a lyrical essayist to reach large numbers of readers in the deepest recesses of their hearts. I finally began to understand the extent of Coates's unique potential late last spring after I read his delightful coming-of-age memoir The Beautiful Struggle.

The Internet Age Began on August 9, 1995

The Internet Age turns 20 years old this weekend, on Sunday, August 9.

I'm not talking about the Internet itself, which was born in the late 1960s when two computers on two different university networks first exchanged messages, thus establishing a network between networks, an "inter-net". I'm talking about the craze, the delirium, the stock market booms and crashes, the "everything is changing" meme that turned out to be true.

Two separate things happened on August 9, 1995, both by chance emerging from Northern California though they had little else in common. The first was a scheduled event: the initial public offering (IPO) by Netscape, a startup tech firm designed to make software to power the Internet.

My Summer Vacation at Willa Cather Camp

(Please enjoy this delightful photo essay by Sherri Hoffman Hoye, who has been a friend of Litkicks for many years but has never felt inspired to contribute an article until she made a recent journey to a town called Red Cloud, Nebraska ... -- Levi)

I grew up in rural Iowa. It's always affirming to validate your place of origin with literature, and I got my first taste of this by reading W.P Kinsella's Shoeless Joe, which later became the movie Field of Dreams. After college I moved to Omaha, Nebraska and became a high school teacher. My urge to acknowledge my space in literary terms remained. For the next 30 years I tried, and sometimes failed miserably, to illuminate the lives of my students by exposing them to a certain great writer from Nebraska. I often spend my summers discovering new ways to do this.

Each year the Willa Cather Foundation holds an international conference in her hometown of Red Cloud, Nebraska. This annual event brings together scholars and enthusiasts who yearn to discuss this novelist's personal journey within her own space: the wide-open prairies of the great plains, amidst the personalities and legacies of past personalities who sought, not the promise of the West, but its opportunities for true freedom. I have my own reason to attend this conference: I appreciate Willa Cather's novels on a personal level, and I always hope to find new ways to make them relevant for my high school students, who are on the cusp of the custody of their own lives.

Birth Pangs: When Kerouac Met The Web

(Today is the 21st birthday of Literary Kicks. I'm making it my new habit to celebrate these birthdays with memories from friends of the site, so here's Tim K. Gallaher remembering way back when. Tim is a former member of the 1970s San Francisco punk rock band Church Police who later became a biochemist at University of Southern California and a pioneer in computational modeling of neurotransmitter receptors and bioinformatics based gene discovery, as well as an expert in early Chinese literature. He has been participating (as "TKG") in conversations here on Litkicks forever, and I met him for the first time one month ago. Thanks for the memories, Tim. -- Levi)

21 years ago, the World Wide Web was so new that the University of Illinois Supercomputer Center put out a list every few days of literally all the new web sites that had just launched. So I saw Levi Asher's Literary Kicks just days after it was born.

I'd been a huge Kerouac and Beat Generation aficionado and was amazed at the awesomeness of a web site about the Beats.

I was at a University and so was lucky to have full Internet access over a local Ethernet (i.e fast) network. I used the Mosaic browser, and sometimes the text-only Lynx browser via the Unix command line.

Levi Asher was about more than just this one website, though. He really turned me on the the possibilities and power of electronic publishing. He wrote stories for Web literary journals (that seem to have gone by the way side) called Enterzone and InterText. I liked his stories, and I liked that I could read them even though they'd never published in a book or magazine.

That was revolutionary.

We did not need a publisher to publish our work. We did not need to print a book. Anyone anywhere in the world could read what we wrote.

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