wgx roundup

February 2nd, 2015

And the survey says: this past wondrous winter gathering came after the globaly hottest year on record, and we had our own share of superlatives in little ol’ jackson on the night of the 17th! The entirety of the gathering was woven together with strands of ecstasy and trauma, as is all of life. There were so many of y’all bringing your fuel for the flames some were afraid the whole town might burn. Like a cloud of swallows over the trailer park pond our dance of socializing made it hard to get an exact number… Even though our dogs stayed home there were still a lot of animals, and we’re calling it the biggest winter gathering yet– we’re pretty sure we (just barely) reached the triple digits for attendance. Dare anyone claim overpopulation? Let’s find out. We’re asking you all for feedback on your winter gathering experience.

Were you serenaded by the singer/songwriters at cuppa while sipping your pour-overs? Did you scrape your knee (“it is only skin…”) during the outdoor games? Was your favorite part walking through the scenic bookstore to find the upstairs (“o, where is your inflammatory writ”)? Whose chili was best in the chili cookoff? Did you wish there was more time for open mic? Did drunken party-goers spoil all of your fun? Was a night spent in Prison City worthy of a new tatoo: “best time of my life! 1-17-15″? Did you sleep like a baby in the stacks (or in the room for babies)? Were the breakfast pancakes just too tasty? Did you leave running away with haste, or slowly sauntering with sadness while giving the Tipton wave?

Let us know your thoughts and feelings! We’re not “over it”, yet still we wonder if a winter gathering #11 would be worth our time, or if we should spend all next winter in hibernation instead. Serenade us or shout out a short or long reply ASAP at theillalogicalspoon@gmail.com.

Thanks for the fun, food, friendship, forgiveness, and feedback.

Trying not to let the remaining glowing coals go out,

another log for the fire

December 26th, 2014

we know (we don’t know), finally!! (already?)
we’ve patiently waited 4 whole seasons for the next Winter Gathering on the edge of our seats, and here it comes. we’re drowning in birthday cakes, but we are so excited to announce that wg#10 is gonna touch so many extremes at same time you won’t know which way is up!! we’ve missed you all so much, and we can’t wait to cozy up on the proverbial bear-skin rug. last year we went our separate ways just as a snowstorm that only a chickadee could brave came a-raging. come back, it is time! this year we’re going to have all of the 90′s Detroit Pistons ‘Bad Boys’ come to autograph your basketball! of course if that doesn’t work out, there’s always plan b: birds, boardgames, or bedlam, be there to believe it! we’re just bums banking on brighter burns and bigger battles…

YES, once again we are taking shelter in the arms of our gracious friends and holding our gathering at The Book Exchange in prison city (aka Jackson, MI!) we feel alive alive alive when we make new memories in a familiar place.

this winter gathering will feature thee abundance: enticing musicians, open mic time for sharing tales and stories (bring one!), scrumptious potluck fare (bring some!), childcare and kids activities, outdoor games, secret plans, perhaps a little mystery, and scream-cry therapy in the prairie with peace & harmony… and of course a midnight hike to dunk our heads in the cool waters of the Grand River (watch out for broken glass!)

in case you need a recap:

> who: you and your kindred’s, *minus dogs*
> what: Winter Gathering X
> where: The Book Exchange in Jackson, MI 130 East Washington Avenue
> when: beginning at 12:17pm on January 17, 2015 (opening ceremony at the town clock)
> why: oh, no reason…

bring bedding and stay for Sunday morning meditations followed by a Big Boy catered breakfast (jk, it will be homemade pancakes as usual). feel, feel, feel free to contact us with your questions or concerns. we’ll be sending more info as the date gets closer. don’t forget about us!

with passion and desperation while calculating the sensuous mathematics of the fire that warms us all,
the former editors of the Collapse House

p.s. this portion of the email brought to you by vegan powder-milk biscuits

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p.p.p.s, p.s.p., o.p.p….

we are running out of things to say.

getting the ship back into ship shape

June 21st, 2014

friends, lovers!
here we are again, about to begin another journey to your town (maybe).
theillalogicalspoon tour 2014 begins this weekend! won’t you join us for great wounds and wild joy?

JUNE 21 at Cascades Park in Jackson at 7pm, Jeremy will be playing solo as part of a songwriters circle
JUNE 23 house show in Columbus, OH at 9pm at 991 republic ave. columbus, oh
JUNE 24 Rivermont Pizza in Lynchburg, VA
JUNE 25 house show in CANDLER, NC at 32 Wilderness Trail 28715
JUNE 26-30 Wild Goose Fest in NC, Spoon playing Sat night.
JULY 1 Nashville TN
JULY 2-6 Audio Feed Fest in Champaign, IL, Spoon plays on the 3rd.
JULY 6 Chicago! JPUSA? Reba? holla at us!
JULY 11 Martha Wagbo Farm and Education Center in East Jordan, MI

more Michigan shows to come…
mannie hat grasser, holler fest…

change is the only constant theme:


winter gathering #9

January 2nd, 2014

–the winter gathering was started back in the early 2000′s by theillalogicalspoon as a gathering of the local prison city underground music/arts/activist scene. eventually the band connected with a network of christian anarchists throughout the midwest and the gathering grew to include these folks and kindred spirits of all sorts from all over the country, now focusing on the wild world of anarcho-primitivism & christianity, or as we lovingly call it, AP&C. But we still stay rooted in the prison city community of bird alleys, underbridges, and coffee houses.

–the area now called jackson has been a historical cross roads and meeting place since pre-historic times. at least 4 major rivers start in jackson county, the highways of ancient times. the grand river that runs right through downtown was a major north/south route before it turns west into lake michigan. we are happy to carry on this timeless tradition of meeting in Jackson to exchange love and ideas, hope and cynicism, trade goods and poems…

–the four elements we’ve always tried to keep as the cornerstones of the event are music, nature, spirit and community.

–it’s cold out there. these dark days are good for brooding and contemplating and for creating lonely compositions in solitude. but we also need to take time in this bleak mid-winter to draw near the fire with those we love, each bringing a log to add to the fire, helping each other keep the fires burning bright within and without.

–we hope people keep coming to this jackson gathering year after year, but we also hope for more gatherings in other spaces. we want more spring camps, more anarcho-primitivist talks and skills shares, more festivals -common ground, papa, c-stone, holler…, more critical distance hikes, more zines, more love, more rage… keep the fire.

–this Saturday, January 4th, 2014:

we’ll have the opening ceremony at 1pm. enter bucky harris park (corner of Michigan and Jackson streets) from all different sides when the town clock strikes 1. bring a thought, poem, song, story or anything inspiring to share with your friends gathering together in this bleak mid-winter… (while waiting for the ceremony warm up at cuppa coffee shop’s new shared location with the pickle barrel restaurant 156 w. Michigan ave or browse the stacks at the book exchange)

from there we will split into two hikes.

hike one) from the park to the prison to the river. explore the city through the eyes of a local. learn some natural history, how the landscape was attacked by settlers and how it is fighting back. visit sites connected to jackson’s radical political past from railroad saboteurs to abolitionists. walk through the walls of the old prison and down to the river walk to explore the washtenong sepe.

hike two) carpool northeast of town to a wild area of the grand river watershed to search for visiting snowy owls and the return of the beaver. observe and learn from various plants and animals about the art of winter survival in the north country.

then we will all gather back together at 5pm at the Jackson Book Exchange
—a cozy but big-enough-for-all-of-us space above the bookstore where our friends Kevin and Angie will host us!
–there will be a potluck meal (we can’t wait to try what you’ll bring!), open mic, bands, and other merriment… sorry, but no 4 legged friends allowed

–midnight hike to dunk our heads in grand river
–sleeping is on the floor, bring your own bedding
–back to the river for morning prayers at 9am
–vegan pancake breakfast to follow
–please bring coffee or tea
–you are welcome to hang out as long as you want at the space on sunday

finally ready to be unleashed

August 14th, 2013

and now, from the vault, a special secret track written by some of our biggest fans, in collaboration with Jeremy on guitar and our friend Ben’s home recording studio.
let us know if you get the references, or if it was YOU we held hands with at PAPA fest 06.

“Baby, I’m an Anarcho-Primitivist”
and I’m not ashamed.

Baby, I’m an Anarcho-Primitivist

this was originally meant to be unveiled at the Gathering of the Unhewn Stone, but we got carried away in laughter and in the Atlantic Ocean.

tour dates and places… a little late we got stuck in traffic

August 13th, 2013

get to somewhere, then it’s time to go:

8/7 Yellow Springs, OH
Kwanzit Hut/9pm
495 Yellow Springs-Fairfield Rd.

8/8 Nashville, TN

The End/9pm

2219 Elliston Place

8/10 Asheville, NC

Toy Boat/9pm

101 Fairview

8/11 Black Mountain, NC

White Horse Tavern

105c Montreat Rd.

8/13 St. Elmo, TN near Chattanooga

Moccasin Bend Brewing Co

8/14 Lynchburg, VA

Rivermont Pizza/10pm

2496 Rivermont Ave

8/15 Baltimore, MD

Jubilee House/6pm

704 Gorsuch Ave

8/16 West Virginia Show?

8/17 Clearville, PA

Common Ground Festival/8pm

535 Flintstone Rd.

8/18 Philadelphia, PA

Circle of Hope/8pm

2009 Frankford Ave.

8/19 Harrisburg, PA

Little Amps Coffee Shop/8pm

1836 Green St.

8/20 Portville, NY

Crane House Show/8pm

Address TBA

8/21 Pittsburgh, PA Show?

Hot Metal Bridge

8/22 Columbus, OH

The Punk Porch/8pm

Corner of 5th and Bike path

8/23 Brooklyn, MI

Holler Fest/8:15pm & 12:30am

11811 Beech Rd.

8/24 Private Wedding

all roads lead back to MI… the state you never have to drive through to get to another state, so when you go, you know that it’s where you want to be.

what the cardboard sign we hold standing on the side of the road says:

July 21st, 2013

The summer is closing in on a marathon tour for us, or more like a 5K, which we’ve noticed a lot of this year. For about 20 days we will be leaving Michigan (Aug 7) and dipping south, over to visit some of our friends out east, and then back to Michigan to finish off at Frog Hollerfest 2013. If time and cash allows, we may do a mini-trip to Chicago/slightly west afterward, as well. The eight of us hitting the road are pumped…and if we are coming your way, you can be too!

If you are wondering how it will all pan out financially, well, so are we. There are a few remaining costs left for us, including recording, production and duplication costs of the NEW ALBUM we just recorded this past Spring, as well as some additional equipment/travel costs and, well, a largish vehicle to get around in. We are committed to this regardless of the money we can raise, but we are hoping and praying the pocket burden could be a little more spread out among our wider musical community! If you believe in what we are doing, have the means and would like to support us, we are aiming to raise two to three thousand dollars in a couple weeks. The simplest method would be via PayPal: https://www.paypal.com/webapps/mpp/send-money-online . You may send your donation to the e-mail address THEILLALOGICALSPOON@GMAIL.COM.

Side note: If you choose to make a donation now and will be at one of our shows, please feel free to grab one of our new discs//Experiment #4 PartA! If you can’t get to one of our shows, email us at above e-mail, and we can arrange something by mail.

Keep visiting here and our website for some inspiring poetry and other updates. Thank you dear family! Hope to see you soon!!

Under the nearly full moon,

the book with faces and travel plans

July 10th, 2013

in case all of our friends who follow our website (;D) didn’t know… we are now somewhat officially participating in the facebook realm, though we still greatly prefer the physical, sensual, realistic realm called our bodies and this Earth.
but okay here it is: https://www.facebook.com/theillalogicalspoon?ref=stream
and YES… we’re thinking on hitching our way out of our beautiful state for a bit, hoping to see some new and familiar faces, and spiritually spew and strum some of the desperation and awe that we feel.
the tentative plans:

8/7 yellow springs, OH
8/8 nashville, TN
8/9 knoxville, TN
8/10 asheville, NC
8/11 black mountain, NC
8/13 lynchburg, VA
8/14 harrisonburg, VA
8/15 baltimore, MD
8/16 common ground festival
8/18 philly, PA @ circle of hope
8/20 harrisburg, PA
8/21 pittsburg, PA
8/22 columbus, OH
8/23 brooklyn, MI – Holler Fest

And never, ever forget:
You must always have a secret plan. Everything depends on this: it is the only question. So as not to be conquered by the conquered territory in which you lead your life, so as not to feel the horrible weight of inertia wrecking your will and bending you to the ground, so as not to spend a single night more wondering what there is to do or how to connect with your neighbors and countrymen, you must make secret plans without respite. Plan for adventure, plan for pleasure, plan for pandemonium, as you wish; but plan, lay plans constantly.
And when you come to, on the steps of the presidential palace, in the green grass beside the highway, in your cell’s gloomy solitude, your secret plan finished or foiled, ask your comrades, ask your cellmates, ask your wind, the waves, the stars, the sea, ask everything that ponders, everything that wanders, everything that sings, everything that stings ask them what time it is; and your comrades, your cellmates, the wind, the waves, the stars, the sea all will answer: “It is time for a new secret plan. So as not to be the martyred slave of routine, plan adventure, plan pleasure, plan pandemonium, as you wish; but plan, plan secretly and without respite.


art as combat #3

April 25th, 2013

I’m Explaining a Few Things

You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?
and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?
and the rain repeatedly spattering
its words and drilling them full
of apertures and birds?
I’ll tell you all the news.

I lived in a suburb,
a suburb of Madrid, with bells,
and clocks, and trees.

From there you could look out
over Castille’s dry face:
a leather ocean.
My house was called
the house of flowers, because in every cranny
geraniums burst: it was
a good-looking house
with its dogs and children.
Remember, Raul?
Eh, Rafel? Federico, do you remember
from under the ground
my balconies on which
the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth?
Brother, my brother!
loud with big voices, the salt of merchandises,
pile-ups of palpitating bread,
the stalls of my suburb of Arguelles with its statue
like a drained inkwell in a swirl of hake:
oil flowed into spoons,
a deep baying
of feet and hands swelled in the streets,
metres, litres, the sharp
measure of life,
stacked-up fish,
the texture of roofs with a cold sun in which
the weather vane falters,
the fine, frenzied ivory of potatoes,
wave on wave of tomatoes rolling down the sea.

And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings –
and from then on fire,
gunpowder from then on,
and from then on blood.
Bandits with planes and Moors,
bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars spattering blessings
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children’s blood.

Jackals that the jackals would despise,
stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,
vipers that the vipers would abominate!

Face to face with you I have seen the blood
of Spain tower like a tide
to drown you in one wave
of pride and knives!

see my dead house,
look at broken Spain :
from every house burning metal flows
instead of flowers,
from every socket of Spain
Spain emerges
and from every dead child a rifle with eyes,
and from every crime bullets are born
which will one day find
the bull’s eye of your hearts.

And you’ll ask: why doesn’t his poetry
speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land?

Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
The blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
In the streets!

-Pablo Neruda

art as combat #2

April 19th, 2013

Excerpts from ‘Neither Wolf Nor Dog’ by Kent Nerburn

“Write what you see and write what you hear. You are a keeper of the fire. Keepers of the fire cannot be cowards. They are carrying light.”

“People should think of their words like seeds. They should plant them, then let them grow in silence… I listen to voices. For me this hill is so full of life I can never be quiet enough to hear all the voices.”

“Do what you must to find the voices that will speak to you. They are there. They are calling. Do what you must do to find them and share their words.”

“There was an old man who told me when I was a boy that I should look at words like beautiful stones. He said I should lift each one and look at if from all sides before I used it. Then I would respect it.”

“Well, for us, the story of our people was like a song. As long as somebody could still sing it, it was real. It never mattered if someone wrote it down.”

A song: “My heart is filled with anger x2
It is like the prairie fire that burns
I send my anger like smoke to the heavens
The earth is crying now x2
We need to stop her tears
Fire will not stop her tears
This is a song for my grandfathers” x2

” I have honored my gift. What is your gift?”