The horrors of being a self-employed writer with a long-term debilitating disease. From Redcrowstudio:
Robert Anton Wilson, the writer who more than any other "Illuminated" me about the world(s) of weird we inhabit, is in trouble. Suffering from post-polio, he's wasting away and approaching the end of his days, and people are banding together to help him see his way out of this incarnation in the comfort of his own home. Via Douglas Rushkoff:
I hope people I've inspired with my work would band together to help me out in my later years if I needed it. Which is at least part of the reason why I'm sending what I can to support cosmic thinking patriarch Robert Anton Wilson, whose infirmity and depleted finances have put him in the precarious position of not being able to meet next month's rent.
In case the name doesn't immediately ring a bell, Bob is the guy who wrote Cosmic Trigger -- still the best narrative on how to enter and navigate the psycho-spiritual realm, and co-wrote the Illuminatus Trilogy, an epic work that pushes beyond conspiracy theory into conspiracy practice. Robert Anton Wilson will one day be remembered alongside such literary philosophers as Aldous Huxley and James Joyce.
But right now, Bob is a human being in a rather painful fleshsuit, who needs our help. I refuse for the history books to say he died alone and destitute, for I want future generations to know we appreciated Robert Anton Wilson while he was alive.
Let me add, on a personal note, that Bob is the only one of my heroes who I was not disappointed to actually meet in person. He was of tremendous support to me along my road, and I'm honored to have the opportunity to be of some support on his.
BoingBoing.net has info on how you can help:
http://www.boingboing.net/2006/10/02/robert_anton_wilson_.html
I plan to send something. Its the least I can do to repay someone who cracked open my head many years ago and let some light in (and all kinds of other stuff as well). I feel fortunate I got to see him in person at DragonCon years ago, along with his pal Timothy Leary. His Irish sense of humor was enchanting.
Robert Anton Wilson, the writer who more than any other "Illuminated" me about the world(s) of weird we inhabit, is in trouble. Suffering from post-polio, he's wasting away and approaching the end of his days, and people are banding together to help him see his way out of this incarnation in the comfort of his own home. Via Douglas Rushkoff:
I hope people I've inspired with my work would band together to help me out in my later years if I needed it. Which is at least part of the reason why I'm sending what I can to support cosmic thinking patriarch Robert Anton Wilson, whose infirmity and depleted finances have put him in the precarious position of not being able to meet next month's rent.
In case the name doesn't immediately ring a bell, Bob is the guy who wrote Cosmic Trigger -- still the best narrative on how to enter and navigate the psycho-spiritual realm, and co-wrote the Illuminatus Trilogy, an epic work that pushes beyond conspiracy theory into conspiracy practice. Robert Anton Wilson will one day be remembered alongside such literary philosophers as Aldous Huxley and James Joyce.
But right now, Bob is a human being in a rather painful fleshsuit, who needs our help. I refuse for the history books to say he died alone and destitute, for I want future generations to know we appreciated Robert Anton Wilson while he was alive.
Let me add, on a personal note, that Bob is the only one of my heroes who I was not disappointed to actually meet in person. He was of tremendous support to me along my road, and I'm honored to have the opportunity to be of some support on his.
BoingBoing.net has info on how you can help:
http://www.boingboing.net/2006/10/02/robert_anton_wilson_.html
I plan to send something. Its the least I can do to repay someone who cracked open my head many years ago and let some light in (and all kinds of other stuff as well). I feel fortunate I got to see him in person at DragonCon years ago, along with his pal Timothy Leary. His Irish sense of humor was enchanting.