Sy Safransky
Sy Safransky is founder and editor emeritus of The Sun. He lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
1977
New Year’s Day. No television, or newspaper, to remind me of the world outside. No news-of-the year in review. I can tell myself better lies than that. Nineteen seventy-seven. Seven years to 1984.
February 1977On Selling Advertising
Advertising, hmmm. Never thought I’d be an advertising salesman, but it comes with the territory. When COSMEP South — the newsletter of the Committee of Small Magazine Editors and Publishers — asked for my thoughts on advertising, I pulled this out of my bottom drawer.
December 1976An Open Letter To President-Elect Carter
As a bodily illness tells us something about the body of our thoughts, so are our national ills a sign we give ourselves, a challenge we fashion for our own awakening. The relationship between leader and led is intimate and profound, a delicate feedback system the Founding Fathers intuitively understood, and which it is our challenge to understand again, and more fully. The politics of consciousness.
December 1976Freedom And Other Prisons
There are many prisons — illness, poverty, insanity. Life itself. We create our own realities; if we bleed for one another, so must we laugh. But it’s no less the prison for our having laid the brick.
November 1976Town Hall: The Downtown Blues
I’m probably the wrong one to eulogize Town Hall. Someone with a taste for the crowds and the suds should be sweeping the ashes, humming all the while.
October 1976
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