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It's Too Late Now What!

by Prof Shenandoah

184 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #03-0160; ISBN 1-55395-797-0; US$18.95, C$27.07, EUR17.60, £12.20

Hundreds of Shenpen® Cartoons assembled for this brilliant millennial report on the state of civilization, the earth and eternity! For end-of-the-world partygoers who demand the last laugh!

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About the Book Somewhere out there-way out there, somewhere between Buddha and the last of the wild places, this book came to life. In today's terms it might be called a cyber dropout manual. It revisits mankind's sixth sense. Nobody gets left out. Nothing is sacred. Political correctness is boring. Welcome back to the natural world for an end-of-the-world party. A party that kicks out electronic drugs and avoids the hangover. More than three hundred single panel cartoons, several soul-moving essays, a goodly mix of profound poetry from outer space and inner sanctities. This collection is something trippily unique in the way of mirrors for a modern mankind. Well traveled, very hip philosophic Zen humor-with American Taoist roots. Entwines the human galaxy into a soulful dunking with the wise and timeless Starman-who appears as protagonist with delightful unexpectedness. We are constantly elated at the potentials for coming home to no more progress. Prof Shenandoah's daily cartoons create an intriguing philosophic diary of sorts. The artwork is created in a blindfold mind tradition-pure Zen, silent senses Tao. Each drawing is a one-time, no corrections allowed, shot at the bullseye of instinctive wisdom. Challenging, non-conformist philosophy at its finest. It's our invitation to contemplate our potentials in a post-cyber lifeway, a personally fashionable peace in the guts of our own true being. It's the nearest thing to having a 'how to' handbook that transcends bibles, bayonets and bullshit. No more "going forward" on another system's lieing, two-faced treadmill. This book stops here as it goes everywhere. You may be the next winner to hook up with the vast potential lurking in the improbability of it all. Laughter prevails. Love is everywhere. The author is thankful for the inspiration of Joan Baez, Doonsbury, Pogo by Walt Kelly, J. Krishnamurti, Benjamin Hoff, James Lowen, Robert Heideman, C.S. Lewis, Cat Stevens, J.K. Rowling, Douglas Adams, Thomas Paine, The Counselors, Moody Blues, Asterix & Obelix, Luky Luke, T.C. McLuen, Madam & Eve, Richard Bach, Baba Ram Dass, Idries Shah, Lao Tse, Tim Lowe, Zen Flesh-Zen Bones, York Minster, Levi, Andy Wilson, Charlie Chaplin, Stephen Souder, Eric Friedman, John Steinbeck, Chateau St. Ambroise, Deep River Jim, Robin Hood, Kalil Gibran, Geshe Thubten Norbu, Johnny Coyne, Uncle Cosmo, The Nullarbor Ravens, Mt. St. Helens, Art Buchwald and Karl Hass.

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About the Author Prof Shenandoah is the first person in world history to elevate 'strategic wandering' to the level of full academic credit and acclaim. His multifarious careers have included landscape architecture, advertising & design strategy, environmental guru and spiritual advisor, international art dealer, social critic and visionary. He has intimately studied every state in America-been present, since 1935, for The Great Depression, World War Two, the eruption of Mount St. Helens, his own rebirths in California, Kansas, Hawaii, France, Australia & Kathmandu. The humor in human folly is the palette for Prof Shenandoah's pen-as he daringly interfaces people with the potentials for their own souls, in poetic visits with natural realms of blatant simplicity. In fact, he's all ours-our reward for daring to laugh at what we already know, way down deep in the sublime bliss of our chuckling selves. When he isn't drawing at his studio in central France, he may be prowling about the nearest remote reaches of the American West or Australia's brazen Outback.

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Sample Excerpts

ISRAEL MOVES TO IOWA

ISRAEL WAS, JUST TODAY, TRANSFERRED TO IOWA.
Friendly Iowans hailed the event
as a splendid economic opportunity for local growth,
jobs for the needy
and a market for the sale of international peace
and yellow corn.
World leaders viewed the event
as a friendly organic opportunity
to recycle The Holy Land
into a mass mosque market
for true believers in whatever's right
and messianically profitable.
Arabs were ecstatic. Great
celebrations of joy sung praises to the people
of Yahweh. Hebrews worldwide were feted
by Muslim fanatics to fraternal banquets
laden with kosherized love
and...(continued)

PLASTERED POTENTIALS IN FREEWAY MEMORIALS

Plunging through plugged-up, choking, well-landscaped California freeways-perversely enjoying the longest most continuous, snakeless serpentine garden in the whole world! Our enterprise-seeking sensors considered grand possibilities: We shall establish a business offering plaster freeway garden statues to the California Freeway Commission!

Great and small colored life-like replica statues of all earth's living and formerly living creatures. Huge flocks of egrets, packs of cementine coyotes, plastic pigeons tied into eucalyptus tree limbs, an occasional American president poking from bottlebrush hedgerows, flattened world leaders glued to the roadbeds as safety warning devices. The possibilities could be endless as the freeways themselves. Grandma and grandpa could be immortalized in stalled rush hour traffic smog, forever smiling, proud of their prolific progeny far into the future. (continued)

THE LONG ROAD TO ANARCHY

No one, I suppose, really wants to think of themselves as wasting their lives-or even a part thereof. Although, by tradtition, we're taught that all sorts of odious and boring and downright dull activities and endeavors are "just a part of life", I should honestly declare that the first thirty years of my life were victimized by an evil system that taught me all sorts of fatalistic adult nonsense. Indeed, it had me turned into a propaganda collaborator by the time I was ten.

It wasn't until my "accidental" free fall from grace, and into the blessed hippie era, that I finally was given the tools to open the social coffin in which I'd been imprisoned. Yes, blessed be the days when true candid honesty came to America! (continued)

PHILOSOPHY OF THE GARDEN

All living things tent to become their environment. Insofar as we are able to create the environments or sacred spaces for the sensory extensions of our souls, we are responsible for the results. Likewise, we are rewardable and may fully enjoy the fruits of the gardens we've initiated. Indeed, we'd be fools to consider our exterior world expendable. The ultimate erosion of our interior is often gradual but certain as madness to a being separated from affection, love and beauty. Indeed, we've attempted paradise sans garden. In sterility we seek life. (continued)

FRIVOLOUS CONNECTIONS AND MORALITY MONSTERS

TREES GONE, LUMBER DEMAND AT AN ALL-TIME HIGH-
governments began authorizing the harvest of power poles,
often on a clearcut basis, first pay, first served.
Tangles of coaxial cables,
powerlines and phonecords were trampled
into insane patterns by trucks, tractors,
endless commuters and enthralled children
making all sorts of frivolous connections
for millions of people they'd never met
nor heard of

Civilization, it was apparent,
had become quite uncivilized. (continued)

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Catalogue Information

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