Marty (Martin C.) Campbell

Posted on: Jun 24, 2021 at 3:33 AM

or https://www.dignitymemorial.com/obituaries/wilmette-il/kermit-westerberg-10135327

all in one?

i find Kermit's comment on Linda Pontious Relias 's In Memory in 2015 is expecially poignant here & now.  and wonder if the same kind of info may be afforded us now here for Kermit.  all love to this website.

What?  No!  Kermit died without giving me a chance to appologize with all my heart for incessantly, irresistably messing up his impecible microscopic pencil-sketched work-of-sacred-art notes in whatever class it was i have no memory in what our Sophomore year?  Kermit stands out as my most respected scholar-intent-and-executing friend in all of highschool.  a true & earliest mentor to me of how to be a gentle, serious man and human in this bedraggled species.  nuff respect.

Marty, Thank you for your masterfully written entry here in Jim Deerfield's, and prior in Bill Bunce's In Memory.  Your writing is so filled with grace that it reaches, for me, the pinnacle where—that it is written by a writer at all remains invisible.  You are in it. 

Bless your grief.  And thank you for giving this all to the rest of us. 

I note your profile is not accepting comments at this time, and so I am trying to recapitulate what i wrote and lost there, here.  And I will ask someone else to please do what I am asking for me and perhaps others.

I knew, and i guess know, Bob Reeder the best of all four of you.  I believe he may've been on more than one year's basketball team prior to our senior year varsity.  And I'm wondering if he isn't the one of all of us who still looks so much like he did way back then.  I knew Bill Bunce by name and by sight, and exchanged respect when we passed in the halls.  I knew Jim Deerfield this same way.  I am surprised that I knew you, Marty, most vaguely of all, given that we share our given first names and nicknames!  What I ask is that someone identify the positions of each of the four in the now increasingly precious picture you include in your twice-blessed entry here.  I'll start: Bob Reeder, bless your heart all so, back left.

Bless your whole long grieving of this whole woeful year.  We surviving mates remain with you in solidarity of living memory.

          Marty

i knew Bill as Bunce, as a fellow jock among jocks, i guess is how i see it looking back from here.  i did not know him well, i knew him as a good man and a fun being.  ¶i have registerred and plan to attend Bill Bunce's zoom Celebration of Life, in solidarity with the many classmates i knew and know better than he, who knew him better than i did.  i infact see it as a rare opportunity to be with by zoom many classmates dear to me across thuh world, including Bill himself.  ¶ if there is a limit reached on how many may register, i would like my registration to be stricken to make room for others closer to Bill.  ¶ please let me know if my reason for registration sounds too odd for a Celebration of Life.

Posted on: Jan 02, 2020 at 1:10 PM

thank you Susan. your comments herein to everybody, even me a coupla times, are all ways special to me. you're a deeply, melodically thoughtful lady. bless this one more year for all of us blessed to begin it.

dear sibling communitarian.
in all the levels and definitions of community which we may share,
as members of our species.
i come anew.   

i come to you as a being who believes in, and lives in, both writing and community,

   as a conjugal sacred spiritual practice. as best as i am able.


i am writing you to pledge anew, and for life, my devotion to: Writing in Community
      (and am hereby writing in community!)
   and to ask you to continue joining in on it: let us put our ink to glue …

       as a conscious, regular spiritual practice. those who may wish to.

in community

• • •

This month, i’m hoping to initiate a 1-2 hour Writing in Community session here in the multi-layered, multi-millennial Mimbres River Valley community in SW NM (San Lorenzo NM, please e-me if nearby & interested) Thursday, August 22.

a week later i’ll attend, and hope to co-offer such as a break-out session at, the 2nd Annual SW Inter-Community Summit at Lama Foundation community north of Taos NM (www.lamafoundation.org/events/) Labor Day weekend, Aug 30 - Sept 2. might you join me—as co-facilitator-and-participant?

We could then pick the date of FIC’s first North American Day of Sustainable Communities, https://www.sustainablecommunitiesday.net/ ; Sept 21, Saturday, 2019. — On that date, i hope to co-author and re-begin Writing in Community as a nother one of their many, newly blossoming regular conscious spiritual practices, where I’ll be, in The Farm community outside of Summertown TN.

Koinonia Farm community has already presciently, preempted her submission to my challenge! — with her initiation of & commitment to this regular spiritual practice! https://www.koinoniafarm.org/short-writings-from-koinonia/ ; https://mailchi.mp/7ce5b17f846d/introducing-a-way-of-prayer-and-short-writings-from-koinonia?e=53d6e927b4

Please consider joining—and/or initiating another, wherever you are, whenever you can.

Help plant the seeds for continuance of this conscious spiritual practice. A practice nearly all of us obediently observe—unconsciously, since the beginning—when written word kindly followed our species’ invention of language. in community.

• • •

   at this moment, i’m suggesting 1-2 hour writing/sharing-of-writing sessions on a regular basis in all of our communities of any definition, each person present participating in facilitation and procedures, but all in all, as much as possible: no holds barred.

   do we want a prompt or cue? let’s decide together among our selves each time. there are books of them. the variety is infinite. and we can always make more up ( … a nother form of writing!).
   the least binding might be the ole “free write”, even untimed? i offer an example of perhaps a most rigid type of prompt, attached (page 3).

• • •

   and please start without me. i believe this is Goddess stuff.

   i believe no other form of communication involves such deep composition—such multilevel visceral, cerebral, and spiritual participation on the parts of each composer and each audience. and when we do it in Community, … there is a nother level we achieve. individually and together. i mite call it glue. it could be Oneness. the one in many, that we may be.

   and by Writing i am meaning: shopping lists to txting, showing your work in math, spirituality writing, to revolutionary tracts, highfalutin story—single words to books.
   i’m saying it is sacred, caressed by our fingers, eyes, & brains simultaneously, in delivery and reception.

• • •

at this juncture, at 73, i am devoting … the rest of my life to live in community. year round 24/7, as a Peripatetic Communitarian—attending 2 or more of the same communities every year for 2 to 10 months each. so long as i am able.
   
   i pledge to every community i touch to bring the seed and burning coal of Writing in Community as an offering of both our harvest and our sowing. to nurture as glue, within each community—and among us all, community-to-community.

as i compose to completion my full letter & sample topic to send to each of you, to all my communities i NOW this year face and own as mine—my HOME—at long last. not this house here alone, no not at ALL. All these HOME—S!!! PLURAL in one. HOME. in community

      sharing the flame of love of community. grateful ole marty
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addendum: no topic wrong—no topic necessary—>

one of infinite possible topics for us Writing in Community: Communities We Belong To, … or Do We?

all creation, matter, and spirit, A
all living beings on Earth, L     (animal kingdom & plant kingdom & others, all life on Earth)
our species homo sapiens, S (if indeed we as individuals may recognize this as our species)
our family, F
our circle of close friends, CF
an activity or organization we align with, O
our culture and/or race, R
residential intentional community listed in and/or member of FIC Foundation for Intentional Community, ICF
residential intentional community not listed in and/or member of FIC Foundation for Intentional Community, ICI
residential community that as a community decision does not consider itself a community, NIC
residential/neighborhood/regional community forming around any such a residential community, CC
nonresidential community, NRC (could be combined with O or others)


1. name the community i am speaking of, and which initials above, if any, apply to it (or make my own initials).
   + add my name & date to the paper or e-file.

2. say whether it is a community i feel i am a part of.

3. say whether i feel this community feels i am a part of it, and in what way (could be in what status of membership they’ve officially given me, but please let me define this in my own way: “whether i feel this community feels i am a part of it”).

4. what is it about this community that makes me feel it is a true community?

5. what is it about this community that makes me feel it is not quite really a true community?

6. is spirituality involved within any of this, and if so, how so?

7. notice the perhaps brief community i am just now being part of, perhaps all writing silently together except for scratches & key clicks. maybe a community within community. even under an umbrella? like FIC & GEN?

Suggestion: we answer these questions from our own heart, no one else’s. and answer each question in its face, as if it is completely legitimate, and don’t leave any of them out. i.e., answer both 2 & 3 straight up. then answer both 4 & 5 straight up. let our heart and time alone (or consensus) determine where we start & how far we get at one sitting (with time for sharing & feedback). and let this be wildly creative writing, free of any formal constraint (including if we’re still writing, we don’t listen to the bell).

Suggested intention: for each of us to have, keep, reflect upon, revise, and look at inside of our selves and our hearts. to know as well as we are able at any given time, where we are in relationship to each community we are or are not part of. and to be able to share this self-community heart knowledge with others.

Overall suggestion: if we start writing without any topic at all, keep writing and complete that as well as we are able, as the priceless gift that it is. for our selves alone (from our Self to our self). and/or to share. gift to gift
pur haps in community

Judy, can you follow this link
http://www.eths1964.com/class_profile.cfm?member_id=6130056
to the thread of Susan and my comment-versation just now? and/or see my second comment under Lawrence (Dick) Lawson, In Memory
http://www.eths1964.com/class_profile.cfm?member_id=6129725
i.e. i wonder if you could ask Lawson's wife if there were any pieces of his writing or links to such, or sources where we could buy copies—info we might put on his in memory page, or somewhere on this site so classmates (like me) could read some of his written work, and thus his work live on in us?—in all due tenderness. long sentence huh? hope you can get the gist. grateful ole marty my/our heartfelt sorrow to his wife.

Posted on: May 05, 2019 at 9:39 PM

as i also said on Dick's page, "Susan, I wonder if we could get a piece or two of Dick's writing to share here among us classmates, or references or links as to how to get copies for ourselves. Us writers (and inventors) live on in our work. I would sure love to read some writing by Dick on any subject, in any genre, even technical—i'll bet he snuck himself into it even when he mightn't be spose to. Robert's writing has me very curious as to what his friend might write as a writer." And thank you for YOUR wonderful sharing from your heart (and mind!).

to Robert (Sheridan) & Dicky & borrowing from Susan: this is the most dear simple human loving obit i have ever read.  is that the work of a lawyer?  or a writer about a fellow writer & inventor?  bless your friendship.  how sad that it was taken away in our dependent years.  what an homage to us all.  thank you dearly for taking the time and heart to compose this morsel for all us morsels in the world to hope to find in this haystack life.  marty to Robert, unknown eths soldier to unknown eths soldier in solemn memory of all us known n unknown soldiers in life here on earth

this is the most dear human loving obit i have ever read. is that the work of a lawyer? or a writer about a fellow writer & inventor? bless your friendship. how sad that it was taken away in our dependent years. what an homage to us all. thank you dearly for taking the time and heart to compose this morsel for all us morsels in the world to hope to find in this haystack life. marty to Robert, unknown eths soldier to unknown eths soldier in solemn memory of all us known n unknown soldiers in life here on earth

dear John. it is wonderful to hear you speak about your life and your passions. it fills with wonderful form a relatively silent, mysterious classmate in elementary school whom i don't recall encountering in junior high or high school—likely because yes each hall was larger than most other high schools, as much as your perhaps continued kindly meek silence.

I have fond memories of your presence at Orrington School, even or especially with the minimum of interaction i observed. a kind of gentle mystery that's stood with me until this many years to this speaking out. i am grateful for the whole journey, and again most especially grateful for the new-or-fulfilled view this website gives all of us of each other. to me it is way more than any other form or media of reunion or even classroom could afford. kind of fantastical magical.

i have whistled misty all my life, along with o-o-o baby baby, ebb tide, a white sport coat, probly since i first heard them, as i walk or bike a path or road or sidewalk alone, going anywhere of peace in some common, blessed quality of joy, a habit born, perfected, and first-borne on my walks from home at 2024, the eight or so blocks up & down Orrington to & from school. i actually have nearly always blended the two, misty and ebb tide, back and forth into each other and out, balancing and pivoting on the three notes-and-meter they both appear-to-me to begin with.

i do love your rendition of misty. and also have enjoyed watching it with the sound off as a graceful soft dance fully as beautiful and soothing to my eye as the audio is to my ear; an odd-view pure visual aspect, i offer you, of musictosoothe.

i remember coming clearly conscious of my love of the solely-visual motion/installation/performance art of a musician dancing with their instrument(s) in absence (or oblivion) of sound at a renown child violinist's solo performance at a vast ETHS auditorium where i was with my mother way way up at the back, and i was stunned at how beautiful this dance was visually, even (or especially) when i didn't pay attention to (or struggle to hear) the sound. that was probly before i was in h.s..

i enjoy greatly your hands' rendering of misty, with and without sound.

hope you do, John. ole orrington classmate! grateful to see you on here.