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Universe Contains a Maybe. Go Get your self off the shelf, climb down the tube and un-stitch your mouth, weave, come on out, shout out, together now. Truck Censorship, Up. reach out, teleport to Geneva, teach out the peach box, call me the Queen of foreva, teach the furtive fruits from the roots, from the shoots, meditate on the river. Squat. State your ground ground your state. Dive in swim with Me'Eva forever and flock censorships to shore. You add the adjective ending to the Law of fives and Burroughs. Diva dives and rises with a Beat-box to put minds in flux. Break out the prison planet damn it. Walk through the walls Kick out the JAMS. Slam your tongue and have a conscious nice day, day in day out and about, kicking in/out the jams with boots coated in SaTiVa, Shiva Finnevil. Blowing wind melody, laying mellow day dreams with tunes from flutes, living in the "DICE" days. Let the wind speak. Kiss my LPs The Keys. (Burp) the the blind speak (Burp Bap) Embracing change, an open mind with a mic', Diva eva Allieva the world debt of imagination of imagination. Eva electronic Diva. Get your self off the factory shelf moth flickers!, Time to deliver the way of the winding wynding river. Maybe Nine patterns in nine-four timespace, 123 BPM. shroom TeleTelecommunication fast EH! Fast EH! whizz-bang the peed of soundead. Wholly Chao! Wholly Chao! All along the River watchbanktowers. Un-stitch time with the Maybes of NINE time, Eva herself, yourself, ourselves, minutia of greater organisms. Mini MC Elves. Go DO It Trucking do it! start collaborative writing projects like lightening. We live love and learn as one family, join us, maybe in our non-equation gravy tea room. Wind and stars. Words and lights. Jimmy Calendrix pulls out a lighter tonight. Chimera of Nine Millennium bugs in a boogie, from fertile bogs. Percussive sound wholesome like Clogs. Don't disturb Eva. Code values 9/9/99, the usual data appears absent. Shut down. Rule Lasagna. Nines to mean shutdown. Rule Lasagna. History shot-down. Who's the author, who's the author.

Since way before before History history, from the sky and sea of green tea came the spirit of great Borsky. Tele-ported from 54 BC. Poet bard inventor of mystickle cakes ice cream cakes. Borsky bakes History's mystery solid to the pan of pun. Leaves scraps for the dog pan. Borsky of the Bong gone eara, days of crazy wisdom, with wit of Banshee and Tongue of tong fu tea. Casting light back out to sea and sky and making the shoes fit snug with a super-lace, knotting land and sky together, Borsky moth flickers! To cross again is not to cross, polite line, do not get cross. Pulling down the sky, Emcee Borsky of the Eburonic Chapter for 'Pataphysical Research. Borsky To the B Sky Bee Boy Broadcasting Tea tymespicy. Wholly Chao! An ode to Eris and Everyware. Tetra-teleporting slack spyme juice. Borsky on the loose. Ubiquitusk. Tie it up nice to your face. Slingshot rotten teeth bullets to fix the world web. Beat-box the Battle of the French Canadian Bean Field Soup, keep Spitting Maybe debris, phalanx of panarchy. Baba Borsky. Invoking She, and doubtfulness with finesse so slick that it can undress your daughters of congress. Fix this mess, Baby logic can fix this chest of draws. All here now in the room and Borsky will not flee or pee his panties. He stands besides me. Us, on the magic bus, the Maybe baby class of 07. who's the author, who's the author.

Toby Jongleur perceptions angular, aerospace engineer, i can make flowers bloom in triangular patterns in the shape of a mouse ear. If i want. Or just sit by the riverside drinking from a fount singing this Lament of a Groan Man. Smoking a Sherman. No lamb just mint. From hour to theur you listen and hear the Bronx cheur from the folks that give ear n' eye to Jogleur the Juggleur, spayking is clear as a king. Even after a beur or three, or seven other relative Instruments. Jongleur shows no fear of hell nor of heaven. n'J after class. Rah, Rah, Rah! Rest in Discord RAW! Coincidance Hall TJ passes a year in a single tear. Strong heart of a red deer. Smiling in a nation of racial profiling, harmonica harmony for humanica, solar symphony. TJ mossy software engineer. Shaman of the world and your gentle to your mum. Shaman to turn New York into Amsterdam. Bard TJ financier of words, pioneer volunteer for Humanica, joining hearts and minds together. Got cauliflower ear from days playing Rugby. You put the verb stem in, you take the ending out, At the last frontier getting young wonderers into freewheeling gears for the whole worlds rising day, the world premier of the third seer. No Slaves, No Tyrants, No Discord. TJ metallurgical engineer. The nine gods of Egypt descended from eleven. This Sweet story weaves nine stitches in timespice, and brings nine dogs with nine tales up in hods to the fifth floor. See rectanguleur and sleep away with me with that sheep you dimensional meddling little bus stand! Who's the author, who's the author.

Figure it out yo, just do the Mathias, figure it out yo yoshi yoshi. Like Hungry DavI.D Thoreau up. Me the math face, X,Y Z graph reads "T" thats "T" time for the staff, Math of the snow on the flow. On your face! Eh! Universe Contains a Maybe. Acid rain guitar moth flickers. Snow like missiles of bass when entering the vessels of the lasagna brotherhood, Rule Rule Rule Lasagna. Do the math in the snow, you'll piss the test! Do the math like the graph, drink the red Bordeaux, who got the flow? (let me hear ya?) SNOW. Who got the flow? (let me hear ya?) SNOW. Who got the flow? Ra Ra Ra! Yush! (let me hear ya?) SNOW. Who can make it cold, hot however you go. Between your eyes on the dance floor at the disco, Eh! Shake it. Eh! Bake it. you put the future tintz of sum in & you milkshake it all about. in concord with number & person. Eh Eh " Universe contains some gravy. Me crazy flinging lyrics like Tessa Sanderson. With my Snow hammer throw i knock punks down, Yo, i'm even a CEO of a little picture show. It's a long way to tickle Mary. Do the Math, read the graph, switch on. Turn on to the Math Snow TV show your face place. On the case like John Holmes. Comb back your hair and drop the gun slow honey, snows gonna melt your mind down to chemical elements, right clown to your little toe, snow flow gets in between every toe and paints it in the style of Vincent Van Gough, a tidal flow of menstrual snow can defeat an empire in one, two, three, lasagna slings. Tic-tac-toe time me and my nine we got game to play. Come on moth flickers, paint up your game theory, do the math, my rhymes a Graph, a Glyph and a spliff. All that is, is metaphor. For burning snow mathias man, fire and the Ice Nine. Time to tell a Tub truth or two. Who's the author, who's the author.

The puppet, and the puppeteer. Me and my crew all got a tattoo saying Statutory Apeshit. We are the nine, know no fear. Hard, tuff, Teeth of George Washington, Hair of Kool keith. Listen up you might cat shit. With a copper Aura protecting the flora. Kick out the Jams moth flickers. Me and my brothers and sisters worked our selves into blisters for this life and shampoo. Now we bloom. I got the sauce and the verse noodle, the chrome and the curse, make rhyme tints for the review. ragu, shows you how to break through, with just a gym shoe and a tube of glue, ragu can make do, and now debut to the ground crew the strength of his home brew, ha ha, Ragu can renew the word, undue the absurd with a pool cue. Maybe Baby Ragu can see through the untrue and can subdue the political beef stew that threatens you with Minnesota-style decency. Ragu helps us pull through the intro-verse and traverse the "Universe" (Let me hear the stars) No taboo, all walls to be walked through, use magic fish stew, Oyster stew, kangaroo Ostrich stew. Wholly Chao! Wholly Chao! Rag studied in Timbuktu, got mad knowledge in the bag. Travelled to Kalamazoo to learn Kazoo from Master How Tsu Do. Ragu rhymes like a walking shoe, traveling soul about the world in my black bamboo earrings, reading, writing, daydreaming, sleep-dreaming, pot-smoking, feeding various neighborhood critters, and playing poker. Ragu the Queen of hearts Ragu the Joker. Favorite Student. Fun Uncle. Devil's Advocate. Unwilling Recruit. Far-Out Friend. Maddening Boyfriend. Diplomat. Bureaucrat. Dreamer. But Who's the author, who's the author.

Tsar bright eyes tongue made of blue stars. Coincidence? Synchronicity? Cosmic Hilaritaste? just a taste. Wrestle with Malignant Extraterrestrials and Gawd while still scratching my face. Minjah Minja who bakes mysteries into edible puppets, action at a distance, effects from afar eye, living laws of five, maybe nine till five? Minja telepathic radar, solid as iron bar, tuned in with her super-Dog star, vigilant like a patrol car, on track like a railroad car and her sweet music, the sounds of minja on her old steel guitja. Minja is healthy, like rain like a salad bar, or Sushi bar, or yugoslavian dinar. Government Puja pusher. Minjah knows where what how and who you are. Left her Dogmas at the door. Telkepathic action at a distance, knowledge from afar, star born! Minja no kiddin' turns out city lights when travelling back through a time hole. Turn you into a granola bar with my verse so far a crumbling strategy, and im just getting warm, waking up sons. aka Puller. Ninjah! Minjah! The words gonna Get Cha! Wife, momma, youngest daughter, baby sister, favorite Auntie. Rah, Rah, Rah! Rest in Discord RAW! Who's the author, who's the author.

Nip it, slap it like stand up bass. Come on now snap it on. Snap the beat in the Budd. Shuffle to NP's beat. Shake it baby. Take it off, maybe. The universe contains a baby in the Budd. When i start to rhyme its like a terrible flash flood, nip it in the budd, dam it. Nip it in the budd Eh! Rah, Rah, Rah! Rest in Discord RAW! When i start to rhyme i go off like a scud, like a scud full of flowers. Yeah Eh! Mixed drinks in my rose garden. Rhyme in the mud, from the forests and the waterfall, i rap for Eris, Wholly chao! Nine's crossed. A vine-hole to the Year Zero Zeroine. She in the cheese moon pulling it all in like a blog hole. History, that bloody dictionary of fundamental materialist facts incidentally recorded An ode to Eris for the Nine and for Elvis, the spirit of Rock n' Rolled up gods, full blood Budd, mixed tipsy turvey, little rad writing pad wearing a hood. Everything and nothing are everyware now in a Web 3D spice. So lets milk it with the spirit of capitalism. Massage the udder of all cows. Nip it. Everything has vanished. Gone gone gone. Can you sell emptiness and space? SKY can! Ephemeral beings of deconstruction are eating reality. All of it, allmen. No authority can contain the water Web 3D coming all over you with slime and fluffy poodle fur and some bristles and a pink nozzle cap to paint your puzzle black. Nip it. Tuck it. Go ahead punk. Go find you Relative Instruments. Relative Instruments. Relative Relative Relative Instruments. Who's the author, who's the author.Fly behind the scenes

Sweet Flock whore. Dramatic fanatic idiotic robotic word machine comes clean. Whistle Pissing Sonata. Stoned melodramatic agaric. All that is, is metaphor. Acrillic figa it out, axiomatic and diplomatic toxic in high does. Aromatic agaric but toxic. Turntable static tingle taste of Agaric. Wholly Chao! Cinematic stinking Fungus, fun gloss agaric antibiotic, auntie bionic, old tea, drink and be merry agaric, speaking semi-automatic and almost hypnotic toxic, toxicating, intoxicating, symbiotic intoxicating king of beers, and sewers. Turning to Howords Way and Immediate spacetime date tinter technology, lung wordsmanships but bogged down in a war on culture. They put holes in my raft. Hegemony, monotony, monogamy. Sturch choirs in chorus. The Spooks that spiked us? Straight authority figurines. DO Poetry, Join the Battle of the French Canadian Bean Field Souper men. Make it KNu. A stew. Make it brew Ha Ha. Unstoppable. Unknowable. Unthinkable. Your Mom. Love. Sweet FA spray particles of rim. Nine portals "driving storm" to Butter-table-minster. 1776: Starport "licks". Forged keys. Unlicked lockgates. acrillacked restraint. Daisy-chain makers arms scaffolded. Lock, key, gate. Bow, crescent, chicane and curve. Who banks with river banks anymore anymore. Oh shit Diaper backward spells repaid. Who's getting laid and paid with aid, who's the author, who's the author.

Nonprophet, back to back to transmit the message about how we make a global massage to relax the globe, see through the fake shit, nunsrocket tool kit bag full of witty letter to make your eyelash glitter. Star fragments i emit, cutting at History; a drill bit, turntable skit fleeting in/out, shake it, Eh! Shake it! Eh. The Universe contains a maybe so bake it baby. First take at a Ken Traverse Lament, then flush it away. With Nine here in everyware world always on timespice, fresh like what's dew to the grass, made all my base hits and reversed profits to fit the feet of prophets, dressed in a nuns gown, the Suits just can't make it man, suits and brown shoes don't make it, Rah, Rah, Rah! Rest in Discord RAW! "BUY IT" commit to this HIT, hoof to the record stores and buy a bit of Nine maybe, use this tool kit put my rhymes back together, together bring the weather and colur back, the wooden furniture and garden perfumes, all in the room make it, bake, twist and get off it. Wholly Chao! Wholly Chao! Lickety split. See y'all in the orchestra pit where i'll be piloting my spit to send waves out to caves on Mars, 12 bars blues, better pack your travel kit and have your expansion bit, double knitting time and rhyme and do it legit, non-prophet. Scribe of the holy writ, allmen! That's the future perfect pissing tints. Who's the author, who's the author.





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RED FLY STUDIOS

I was stunned to see the website - flashed out - of the new GAME MUSHROOM MEN, from red fly studios.

They have dug deep into mushroom folklore, biology and panspermia: (the seeeding of life on earth by extraterrestrial spores) and come up with a condensed interactive environment to explore these ideas through game play.

I am personally thrilled by the game and all of its positive iconography and names and wordplay and - poetry. It maybe the most naturally symbiotic GAME yet, as many of the ideas correlate, somewhat, with our own earth based natural fungus infested landscapes and spore packed planet. Indeed, you can play the game and then see some of it unfold in your back garden or local forrest, field or park. You might even find an interactive species and take it back to the video game world of mushroom men and see for yourself the endless possibilities of the spore of the words.

That Les Claypool has been involved with the project makes shroomsense and adds that extra cutting edge feeling of fungal wisdom and funkation'.

http://mushroommen.com/news/pre-order-today


"Mushroom Men – Rise of the Fungi tells the story of the birth of the Mushroom Men. It starts out with the simple tribe of Bolete learning to live off the land. They struggle against their environment for a time until the Amanitas Empire arrives. To their dismay, the Bolete learn that their fellow Mushroom Men aren’t any better than the hostile insects and other creatures that threaten them.

Mushroom Men – The Spore Wars, the Wii version of the game picks up where the DS leaves off. The Spore Wars rage fully across the miniature landscape. The societies have advanced to a point where theology and metaphysical pursuits have developed. Pax does not yet understand his place in the world of Mushrooms, when he accidentally absorbs a meteorite while training with the Bolete Sage. Pax is then banished until he can bring back another of the life-giving rocks that the Sage believes made the Mushrooms sentient."

http://www.mushroommen.com/

FBI is for Faith Based Initiative: OBAMA. Fly feedback (II)

Bush's promotion of ties to religious institutions raised constitutional concerns from the left as well as the right. For the black community, troubling issues run deeper than the possibility of constitutional circumvention. In reality, governmental links to the religious community did not begin with Bush. In fact, Clinton's welfare reform bill had a faith based component built into it. -- Ricky L. Jones. I don't care what Jesus would do, I've got to get paid. What's wrong with Obamamania. SUNNY PRESS 2008.


I'm concerned about FAITH BASED INITIATIVES in the US and within the UK. F.B.I's are a serious blockage to 21st century data and research based initiatives being enacted and relized in our communities. These FBI screens and FBI superstition guided excuses for foul, divinely guided policy seem based on mystical thinking. Superstition. Dogma. And firthermore, are simply out dated in light of 21st century scientific methods, reasearch, technological breakthroughs: Neurological relativity and HUMANISTIC RESEARCH BASED INITIATIVES. As Buckminster Fuller As Bob so neatly sez it put...

Faith and docility are the bulwarks of Tsarism; any hint of scientific knowledge, rationality or even plain "horse sense" among the serfs are its major worries, and it blocks them every way it can.http://www.rawilson.com/tsog.shtml


Obama may help to unite the Christian, Muslim, Jewish tribes together, in a business like meditation, in prayer, faith and some more business, and some conflicting interests. Religion and Politics may find a new synthesis through Obama. But, if it is through a unity of blind faith (as distinct from a older Buddhist faith,) then in some sense unity may just be a snowballing new world order, getting bigger and more unified and so more problematic? As i feel that small maybe beautiful! Big banks, big economies and big engines, the boom bust cycle goes for everything - galaxies, human cells, atoms, economies, boom & bust.

"While business (fund raisning, institutional expansion, etc.) has always been an aspect of the black church, in many ways the black megachurch is a business. Unfortunately, along with the size, power, and influence such entities bring, they (like other large business) also carry with them veracious appetities for economic resources that must be fed. -- Ricky L. Jones. The "Right" Partnerships: Black Religious Elites, Conservative Politicians, and faith-based access points.


Looking at faith from a scientific and philosophical point of view we must question it's use within governments and organizations in 2009. Who's GOD, spelt in who's language, in who's context? I ask that if the single almighty creator of all things, the omnipotent one, the lord GOD who art in heaven is so, then you can and must have an equal and opposite faith in not-all and not-everything, so then it might follow that there is no need for a faith based initiative. Everything and everybody is equal, in some sense, (A STAR) and so humanity based initiatives based on the best data from other human beings and feedback from human beings seem the quickest way to foster a planetary recovery from economic, eccological and linguistic collapse.

GT: What is your feeling about this administration's favor towards faith-based organizations?

Robert Anton Wilson: Bush wants to put his money into faith-based organizations. You know what faith means? Huckleberry Finn explained it at the beginning of that great novel: Faith is believing what you know ain't so. That is what Bush's whole career and the whole Bush crime family career is based on: getting people to have faith in what they know ain't so - like his prescription drug plan. -- http://www.deepleafproductions.com


Maybe Obama has already read RAW's TSOG essay, i hope so, because if he is serious about putting the United States Constitution back together again i strongly feel that the roll of the CIA and its network of faith based espionage over the last 60 years requires a complete review, salvaging anything worth telling the kids about that may make them proud of their country and the planet. Same goes for the UK and the history of MI5 other than the sad fact that we don't have a Robert Anton Wilson essay to condense and detail our history like the US does. I am personally excited by Obama's intellectual interests and talk of knowledge and new dialogue. RAW would be too if he was here with us to join in some feedback.

"It's alright to tell a man to lift himself by his own bootstraps, but it is a cruel jest to say to a bootless man that he ought to life himself by his own bootstraps. -- M. L. King.


Well a man without the kind of right faith in the right country is a bootless man indeed. In the US / UK we have a Faith based hijacking of any democratic or statemanship like good governance left. It does not seem to matter which of the two lying bastards are in power: republicrat or conlabortive, it's as if the executive descisions regarding the most critical areas of - action, non-action, investment, support and spending and non-spending are carried out by FAITH based government. Acting in the interests of the private corporations, the bankers and their stock holders. Not for the people and by the people. Like the false information circulated in order to illegally invade Iraq, and the holes in the 911 investigation and a long line of inhumane and hyper-crooked activities perpertrated by the US / UK Euro TSOG. Under both chains of the Republican and Democratic US parties and the whips of the Conservative and Labour parties in the UK, respectively, from my experience, i have noticed that they all act upon the same impulses when working at their most dangerous and deceptive. FAITH.

"The democracy established in America in the eighteenth century was not, and was not designed to be a democracy of the masses of men and it was thus singularly easy for people to fail to see the incongruity of democracy and slavery. -- W. E. B. Du Bois.


Many artists and writers have left us textual maps to help us figure out a better humanity, those that have withstood the test of time best seem to be those infused with the most novelty, scientific structure and all-around-the-world view. In some sense:
James Joyce warned us and made us feel paranoid at times, by using his unique writing - of both the Church, and the State, of the Pope and the President/Prime Minister. Ezra Pound warned us of Usury and International Bankers, Arms dealing and rice powder poetry, of credit crunches and war fought over sacred scripture and/or natural resources. Eric Blair warned us of the police state and the electronic prison that awaits anybody not actively resisting control at all times. Of the nightmare of British authoritarianism.

Aleister Crowley warned us of the spiritual and religious pariahs and charlatans who may one day implement a Christian/Muslim/Judaic New World Order. Timothy Leary and Robert Anton Wilson warned us of the pharmacratic inquisition, the piss police and the DEA (Dutch English American) led war on some people who use some drugs. Wilhelm Reich warned us of a male dominator dictatorship, supression of the functions of the orgasm and bullying by the American Medical Association. William S. Burroughs warned us of crooked evil law men and their old pinched, wrinkled up old faces.

I mention warned here, above, to imply that these great thinkers were on the side of what i personally value as good, for the liberation of the individual and the community and the breaking free from slavery, both physical and mental. The above writers were antenna for the race and i believe, somewhat temporarily that they have produced works which offer a working textual interface to begin some 21st century dialogue about identity, knowledge, culture, warfare, economics, consciousness and harm reduction. Yet at the moment it seems that these and many more humanitarian geniuses with a flare for individuality and liberation have been swepty under the carpet of modern political debate and discussion, deemed too obscure, irrelavent, blasphemous or worse. Diss-speakable. Now in the age of internet we can more reasonably pitch our arguments, alternatives, maps and metaphors.

And so, the Constitution in tatters, spies everywhere, we inhabit "one nation under surveillance with wiretaps and mail covers for all;" and everybody is terrorized about whether their houses and property will be seized next. In short, we find ourselves, as Trotsky found the Russians a century ago, midway between European monarchism and Asiatic despotism. -- Robert Anton Wilson. TSOG.



We do not turn a new page or start a new chapter with Obama. The world is now an open book and we all have the responsibility to write and feedback upon some of the most pressing issues con fronting us. Faith. Research. Consciousness. Time. Spirit? The big questions are seemingly centering themselves in 2009 around the questions of consciousness. How does it operate, why, where are the things you are thinking of when you think of them? The source? The paradox? the law of opposites, of coincidance of contraries?

I often feel it worth mentioning, as a slight digression, that most statespeople, politicians and religious leaders in 2009 neglect THE CANTOS of Ezra Pound at their peril. It has a certain magnetic forcefield surrounding it, timewound, like an unexploded bomb poised for the world-culture to work through it again, to work out it's keys, seals, and re-read and re-translate it's maps and metaphors in a new way that unleashes a torrent of international communications and dialogue. So Encouraging individuals and Nations across the world to draw up their constitution, their poem and their story, and to compare and cross fertilize with others, older ones, the classics, way back to the complex of origins, of the epist, or the phonetic. Way back. No political mouth piece i have ever heard - except Guns and Dope party candidate Hagbard Celine' - has spoke of Pound's Cantos as a text worthy of study for any 21st centuy citizen.

Same of Joyce, Leary, Crowley, Reich, McLuhan. All of whom were before their time as creative geniuses and punished by authority for their exceedingly rich intelligence.

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OBAMA & HIP HOP? fly feedback. (I)




Hip Hop culture, rap, graffiti, turntablism and breakdancing? African American community and non-African American community HIp Hop? what? Rap vs. Poetry. Graffiti vs. Art. Breakdancing vs. Ballet. Turntablism vs. Automated Radio broadcast. How to define Hip Hop? Who distributes it and how? Old School, Gangster, Conscious, underground, Krunk, Christian vs. Muslim Hip Hop cliche'.

Those who distribute the message and have the means to shape it and mass produce it also further define it in accordance with the monopoly of meaning and media-spheres of influence to propogate that single sighted truth. What of Rap vs. Poetry, Graff vs. Art etc. conflict, two-valued logic games highlight dualisms in which most but not all HIP HOP culture seems to be wrestling with on masse. As if it has not already totally permeated every part of everyday life, langugage and culture. Like an African American language virus eating up stiff white English meat: Hip Hop culture has transformed the worlds cultural, political, economic and linguistic landscape. But what parts of the new HIP HOP culture of 2009 resemble those of 5, 10, 20 or 30 years ago, when HIP HOP and the four elelments were coming together for the first in such a urban street hip incarnation.

I have my own views of what real HIP HOP culture and music are, were and should be. And as a DJ have spent more than 15 years making mix tapes, mixing beats and developing the art of turntablism for my own ends, listen to these tapes and tracks for yourself and come to your own conclusions. I mean to say that one sure sign of HIP HOP seems to be a strong sense of self reference. Identity and purpose! To be living the way, the path, and for the art, for the the word and the music. Yes. A way of life in the fullest sense of the word. Therefore we have a large degree of self explanation involved, but sadly those not out on the streets or inside the music studios fail to experience the kind of lifestyles many of the artists lead and which they reflect upon in their work. Reflect, redirect and blow into and out-of proportion. Depending on a massive flux of socio economic factors, and personal aesthetic and structural descisions that each HIP HOP artist may encounter.



Alike most things in modern consumer life, 90% of HIP HOP, as we know it - around the world - seems shallow, predictable, dogmatic, and full of cliche'. No surprises there. But its that small percentage of great inventive, improvisational and creative individuals that we are aiming to highlight, push forward into the mediasphere and let loose upon the agricultural industrial military media that helped spawn it. HIP HOP as the invention of new languaging tools to help make tribal bonds within the new electronic tribal world (1970's) and F-E-E-D-B-A-C-K using microphones, spray cans, dancing, walls, turntables, amplifiers.

With organizational groups within communities creating SPORTING meetings between local ARTISTS in a similar spirit to that of the great African Indian American's and the Mardis Gras Indians battles. ART. Music, song, dance, poetry, graffiti! In neighbourhoods across New York and Brooklyn and then reaching out around America and the rest of the world, HIP HOP culture began to spread. Another Black Revolutionary Language virus was on the loose and taking over sound systems and boomboxs and the radio waves, like Blues, Country, Jazz, Rock and Roll music before it - HIP HOP would rock and shock the nation' and was spreading to every street corner and every store, every radio channel and every TV station, everything had something connected with HIP HOP culture within the small period of roughly 20 years. But, as i keep repeating - along that road something happened to HIP HOP, a hijacking?

The DJ's stopped being such a crucial center piece of the experience, backing tracks played more often than a beat juggler! The Graffiti writers no longer followed the MC, tagging and designing the environment on the fly, using all their worldly experience as a Graffiti icon, defender of the word, truth and beauty and all things that resemble those things; meanwhile the breakdancers also splintered off into the FAME school or fitness academy - at least seemingly to my eyes and ears around about 1996-98 when HIP HOP started to emerge into the mainstream of UK music culture, and become the most popular US musical export, overtaking ROCK music by 2001. By which time i was in the US playing turntables with a band called Garaj Mahal, who defy musical definition, and kindly invited me to plug in my turntables and introduce scratching, samples and beats to the music, jam and represent. (type: DJ FLY AGARIC 23 + GARAJ MAHAL and search)

I have already raised many questions, and don't pretend to give any easy answers, as the field of HIP HOP culture maintains many more knowledgeble and versatile minds than my own, plus individuals who can realize American HIP HOP and African American Hip Hop culture from expereince more so than my own UK Gothic Hip Hop cultural pickling that culminated in my recording with early UK HIP HOP crew NEW Flesh FOR Old, on one of the most respected and own personal favorite HIP HOP music labels from the UK: BIG DADA recordings, sister label to the mighty NINJATUNE.


My major concerns about HIP HOP and the new American President Obama and his comments and interest in SOME hip hop revolve around the question of who decides what is GOOD hip hop and what is BAD. What are the values - hierarchy of values - with which the comparisons are drawn? What shall we do about the N word? or for that matter any other single WORDS that are deemed different, special, more meaningful and powerful than the others? what of context? what of the arts of deception? of language used to persuade and coerce people by forcing them into two valued logic traps.

What of aristotelian logic games? and epistemology, the question of origins? the divine rights of kings, the greek letters fraternity? what of the NEW language? Of CHINA and Ideogram? HIP HOP and Graffiti? compare them? how many GRAFFITI superstars? Ask yourself questions about ART and |Culture, the balance between the visual arts and the aural arts? Record deals and Mural commisions? Compare the fine ART industry and the recording industry? Economically and then from the point of view of public entertainment and celebrity status?

Why have we allowed HIP HOP culture to be cracked open and robbed its meaning, satisfied with an empty shell of material beef rappers and mouth pieces. Why did we loose the balance between the four legs of DJ'ing, MC'ing, Graffiti and Breakdancing? Here i find a more interesting place for study, as the likes of JZ, Kayne and other outspoken supporters of OBAMA seem to have forgotten the other 3 disciplines and the fact that one of them: GRAFFITI is deemed ILLIGAL and a Crimnial activity by the worlds backwards government authorities from Australia to the UK and the USA. ARTCRIMES is the name of the largest online GRAFFITI archive for a good reason!

President OBAMA! Graffiti and Hip Hop? If you want to help educate the youth and inspire their minds open up the designated Graffiti areas, and teach them how to modify their environments for the benifit of the many rather than the few. And any UK authorities reading this i urge you to quickly do the same. But, alas i suspect that a political figure who can speak smoothly about music and about HIP HOP in particular (as the biggest youth culture movement of the 21st century) coming from the UK is sadly unlikely within the next 8 years. Since the criminal Justice act of 1994 in the UK they have been moving towards a police state and surveliance culture, from my own observations. The United Kingdom has never seen the coming together of some quality artists and politicians like what we have just witnessed in the USA, the closest links between celebrities and the state in the UK are through sporting avenues, maybe best embodied in one man: Lord Sebastian Coe. Say 'HIP HOP' in the houses of parliament and the echos will ring out as if Horace Andy sang em. But if the UK wants to stay on the scene, themn it better get up! and rise to the new age of African American Culture, including HIP HIP, Blues, Jazz and Reggae. In fact, anybody who wants to do business, dazzle and turn on the Obama administration better have some soul music, some improvisational skills and at least a breif understanding of HIP HOP culture. Rap. Graffiti. DJ'ing and why YOUTH culture are using these tools to revolutionize humanity, in the minds of the people.

I am still only just getting to wrestle with the questions of poetry, what is it, what does it mean? And so to distill poetry from Rap and Hip Hop culture requires a firm foundation for describing what poetry is, in fact, how it operates, its structure and other pointers, without which it remains simply language, charged with the upmost meaning.