Bøger af Charles Webb

Comments on the book by leading Roman Catholic theologians: 1. Offensive to God and to the Church. . . action might be taken in this matter. Cardinal Francis George (Cardinal Archbishop of Chicago and President of the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops). 2. I am sure it is a perverted author who wrote it. Bishop Daniel F. Walsh (Bishop of Santa Rosa). 3. horrified. . . blasphemous book. . . that this sickness may be wiped out, and the name of our Blessed Mother, our Lord and all the Saints preserved from this kind of aberrant exploration. Archbishop Wilton D. Gregory (Archbishop of Atlanta, Georgia). 4. I am shocked at the disturbing number of people who believe it is acceptable to mock our Blessed Mother. . Absolutely nothing is sacred. Bishop Michael Sheridan (Bishop of Colorado Springs). 5. A discerning public will refrain from purchasing such unreliable reading material. Bishop Howard Hubbard (Bishop of Albany, New York).

Quick-knife Hoodoo is an introduction to the life and doings of notorious (among those who crossed paths with him), but extremely secretive, con-jure man, con-man, con-vict Otis "Dubble Bubble" Sims, 1905 - 1963, who operated mainly in West Tennessee, but sometimes ranged as far north as St. Louis and as far south as New Orleans. His conjure working methods are described generally...some in detail...and ways of working with him today...his likes and dislikes...are presented for those interested in buying "Dubble Bubble" a drink and asking him for some advice or a favor.

YOU are a bodymind, not a body with a mind or vice versa. You are a verb, not a noun. You are fluid, constantly changing. The static you is a persistent illusion. You... your self, persona, ego...who you are... is a construct that is formed by the interaction of genetics, imprinting, and learning. You have little input into this process until after you have been thoroughly shaped by parents, peers and culture. Now consider that this you that you now seem to be is, actually, very much like a fictitious character that may appear in a novel, play or movie and may be re-written, re-produced and re-performed, using the techniques of those media. One part of your character description that can effectively be re-written, re-produced and re-performed is your functional age, which is defined as a combination and interaction of your chronological, physiological, psychological, and emotional ages. The Cinemorphic techniques discussed in METHOD AGING open the door to this transformation.

YOU are a bodymind, not a body with a mind or vice versa. You are a verb, not a noun. You are fluid, constantly changing. The static you is a persistent illusion. You... your self, persona, ego...who you are... is a construct that is formed by the interaction of genetics, imprinting, and learning. Now consider that this you that you now seem to be is, actually, very much like a fictitious character that may appear in a novel, play or movie and may be re-written, re-produced and re-performed, using the techniques of those media. One part of your character description that can effectively be re-written, re-produced and re-performed is your functional age, which is defined as a combination and interaction of your chronological, physiological, psychological, and emotional ages. The Cinemorphic techniques discussed in METHOD AGING an the Infinite Game open the door to this transformation.

As The Tao of Aging opens, we encounter a strange old, sage-like Chinese philosopher and raconteur who claims to actually be Zhuangzi (ChuangTzu) - the second most important originator of Taoist thought after Lao Tzu. Zhuangzi now lives in San Francisco and is known simply as "Z". As it turns out, over 2000 years after his exploits in ancient China, "Z" is still rambling about the world - trickster to the bone - tinkering with the way we look at what we call reality. He insists that he is not some mythical Taoist Immortal whose condition is due to an alchemical elixir but rather an ordinary man who pays attention to the Laws of Nature. "I am not the Zhuangzi you have read about in books...wallowing in the mud all day. Stuck in the mud really, if you believe what you read, which you shouldn't. There are those who will say that the ideas I am telling you about now are not those of Zhuangzi - that they are different from Zhuangzi's teachings - contrary even. But if they were not freethinking - even heretical - they would not truly be Zhuangzi's - MY - ideas... ...And so you ask about some Tao of Aging? First, there is no Tao OF anything...just Tao. And Tao is not a noun, Tao is a verb. But even Taoing is not Tao because Tao has no name, even though I have just named it. Then, look for yourself. What you call your body may change in a way you call aging, but do 'you' age? Does your awareness get wet when it rains? Does your awareness turn into wearoutness over 'time'? I think not! Just think of yourself as a constantly changing field of energy and potential...swirling and twirling with the Tao..." Is "Z" the real thing? Our conclusion by the end of our encounter with him...MAYBE...

TABLOID HAIKU! Is a collection of haiku based on tabloid headlines. The inspiration for composing these haiku came to me one afternoon while standing in a supermarket checkout line listening to a fellow customer read loudly from the Weekly World News. Off the wall and beyond the fringe pulp poetry resonated down the supermarket aisles as the man read through the paper, then folded it neatly and placed it back on the rack. Haiku immediately came to mind, since the utter strangeness of many of these gems gave them an almost koan-like quality.

There may be no path to follow or method to use to attain realization, enlightenment, waking up, satori...but it is often said that if the fruit is ripened fully it will fall from the tree more readily. Kwatz! shakes the tree a bit. What follows is a confrontation...a strange and amusing, encounter...Dharma combat...between two modern masters...one from the Zen tradition, the other an unlikely Taoist...who has decided that this deadly serious "combat" may be a new and amusing way to spend an afternoon. Each answers the other using variations on sayings from other "masters" that they find apropos to the situation. The writers, philosophers, artists, comedians, etc. whom they paraphrase, are not mentioned by name during the combat itself. The "combat" is intended to have multiple effects upon the reader...a possible shaking of the tree - koan like impact via the odd juxtapositions... confusion trying to figure out who... sort of...said what (a list is provided at the end but no pairings are made)...as well as simply allowing an entertaining and weirdly comic ride with these masters as they verbally whack away at each other...and their audience of students...and readers...and YOU...

When Benjamin came down from university, this is how he talked - 'For twenty-one years I have been shuffling back and forth between classrooms and libraries. Now you tell me what the hell it's got me'. It was not what his father expected from a college education, and everyone was appalled when Ben raped Mrs Robinson and ran off with her daughter.

In the blistering summer of 1911, City stockbroker George Chesshyre moves his family to a new house in south London. George looks forward to a life of domestic bliss but a continuous chain of events conspires against him by the arrival of cantankerous odd relatives, and a merciless drain on his wallet.

The basis for Mike Nichols'' acclaimed 1967 film starring Dustin Hoffman -- and for successful stage productions in London and on Broadway -- this classic novel about a naive college graduate adrift in the shifting social and sexual mores of the 1960s captures with hilarity and insight the alienation of youth and the disillusionment of an era. The Graduate When Benjamin Braddock graduates from a small Eastern college and moves home to his parents'' house, everyone wants to know what he''s going to do with his life. Embittered by the emptiness of his college education and indifferent to his grim prospects -- grad school? a career in plastics? -- Benjamin falls haplessly into an affair with Mrs. Robinson, the relentlessly seductive wife of his father''s business partner. It''s only when beautiful coed Elaine Robinson comes home to visit her parents that Benjamin, now smitten, thinks he might have found some kind of direction in his life. Unfortuately for Benjamin, Mrs. Robinson plays the role of protective mother as well as she does the one of mistress. A wondrously fierce and absurd battle of wills ensues, with love and idealism triumphing over the forces of corruption and conformity.

In this collection, the poet glorifies the spirit, but also the flesh, as exemplified by the poem ""Liver"", ""organ whose name contains the injunction Live!... great One-Who-Lives, so we can too"".

At the end of Charles Webb's first novel, The Graduate, Benjamin Braddock rescues his beloved Elaine from a marriage made not in heaven but in California. It is now eleven years and 3,000 miles later, and the couple live in Westchester County, a suburb of New York City, with their two young sons, whom they are educating at home.