Panoramical
"As you decide on the hue of the tone, visual elements melt and evolve before your eyes; you are traveling through the song you are weaving, or you are painting a picture using complex and beautiful noises. The visuals offer just enough familiar hooks that you always feel essentially like you are looking at a world, a place. There is the suggestion of a storm over the ocean, clouds trumpeting and congesting together. Colored streamers in a garden, or perhaps they are little red fish playing over a pond. It is more than "making music" or "creating your own song", as you experiment with the intensity of different sonic elements. At times it defies description—I reach for words to try to describe the Panoramical "levels" I played, and there are none. Is "played" the right word, or did I "make" or "find" instead?--http://boingboing.net/2015/09/18/panoramical-will-change-the-wa.html
I reach for words to try to describe the Panoramical "levels" I played, and there are none.
Cor Bin Yow (For Jeremy Corbyn)
Cor Bin Yow
oi you
its you
innit
cor bin yow
could it
to have bin yow
or not bin yow
to have run a mile
in another mons shoe
another you
seems possible to
me and a new you
too for true
cor bin yow
was it
core of bin yow
could it
really
you there looking
at these letters
the core
the bin
the apple and the
trash
what
the core the apple
the bearded voice of
the people
not angry
comprehensive
the core of the apple
the pip and the
seed
thrown by the
newsdogs
into the trash
core to bin
the apple of
discord hurled
into the rubbish
rubbished by
newsprint
with the black
and bloody news
bullies
the fast food
wrappers
and coke cans
the core sits
gleaming
who can lift the
great ball of light
a real man
a man of letters
books and poetry
in the heart
and marrow of the
matter mutter
the core
corbyn
the bin
news media
politics and poetry
laughing buddha
phallus with purple
octopus glyphs
pulse and speech
like a sun to a beach
all dune
and dusted
trashed against the
waves
the wave tongue
speaks
the waves are
part of the process
the weaves a strand
of unity engineering
language to bind
bind the time and
space with the word
core of bin yow
could it
just then
right there on the
beat
clawing out from
the trash
the trash of you
in the letter bin
you
defined in 26 litter
puzzle code
on the air and eye dust
the feint
dew drops on the grass
tips and in that drop
a mini earth reflection
you
in there beyond the
word chains
pulled by giant man eating
dinosaurs
the newspuss
pressing delete on
culture
the core bin
stands in the park
rusty and covered in
graffiti
the glyphs depict
a new story
untold
a tale of the sun and
moon
venus and the spaces
between us
and with a name
to come
the has bin
the is being
and the will bee
sting in the head
the subject
of these verses
orbits and convoluted
feedback loops
in english
are driven by
humanities
tears of oi
smiles of wake up
grab that pen and
enter an avant garden
of deletes
to unveil oneself
the yowness of being
the U in yuw
and the how in yow
the howness of being
corbeing
of all beings
perhaps straight down
the line
what
a straight talking
politician
only taking the chicane
when doing verse
or when verse
is doing him
what the flock
of hummingbirds
is going on
turn on and drop
out into verse
and stand up and talk
straight when at the gate
of poly tricks
or
multiple tricks of the
tongue and head
bypassing the heart
the raw business model
of political influence
conceited nations
conceited scholars
but the poets
push out into the
human
universe
that rusty bin stood
in the park next to the bench
where workers can rest
or anybody who would
like to sit
simple
a seat for all souls
the bardic park of
lips and quiet
whispers
where to gather thoughts
about what to say
next and how
in what context and
whichnotness
monster raving
sanity speech
the headonistic
imperative and the
statesmanship
sailing in opposite
directions
meeting soon enough
after
a full rotation
after which both circum
navigate together
in sync
the journeyman
maverick explorer
seeking new
synthesis in the gutter
laboratory
of an old street
walked by liars
cheats bullies
and spies for the
crown
a new core
after the meal
inside of which are the
codes and instructions
to grow another
pretty much identicle
tree
bee yowself
beehive yourself
pollinate
work together
make honey
sweet
cor bin yow
--Steve Fly Agaric 23. Bristol. Uk.
'The Eternal Festival Of Memory' for Mick Wood and Cookie
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'Muster Up Some' and 'New Pictures Of Plutocracy'
Muster Up Some...
...can you muster up
some good faith today
can you give the
benefit of doubt
medicine for the hypersensitive
everybody on the edge-cusp
stress of language used badly
pushing on reality
how can i be the same person
everyday?
exorcising the right
to be unpredictable yet
friendly sympathetic and
willing to listen
are you willing to listen?
willing to give up your time
to understand and
re-register sameness
equal to difference
to blame yourself and
others equally but not
to dwell on what might
have been so it clouds
the here and now
fill in the missing parts
of every message with a
balanced openness to
alternative meanings
love all the people
shine bright and let the
warmth of well wishes
charge the hearts of
all humanity
love thy enemy
with a furious blessing
a bolt from the blue
a stern good luck charm
a simple nice word or two
everybody has a complex
story hidden away
can you listen to the tale
can you overlook the
distortions and conceits
will you share some
good faith today
and hold back the
prejudice snapping at
the front of your head
quick to judge blame
and smudge based on
subjective sensations
unaware of the hoodwink
acting like the center of
everything
including the center of
other people
like a omnipotent God
of righteousness
find some good faith today
consider that you might be wrong
and they might be right
or that a universe may exist
where both opinions hold
truth and falsehood
and where probability informs
the discussion
bad faith and empiricism
the illusion of the totality
of meaning and worse yet
the imposition of such bad faith
in deed and action
a literal call to arms
muster up some good faith
today and launch your
lucky charms
help keep yourself out
from harms way
muster some
instant karma
instant karma
--steve fly
Kinkerstraat, Amsterdam. Friday 18th July, 2015. 11:54 A.M
John Sinclair: 'Bloomdido' and 'An Oscar For Treadwell' at the Cosmic Trigger Launch Party
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Cheers Nic.
just a few things that wus' running through my heeed
Preservation of the self
What TORY poet?
to jump ship
and join the self
preservation society
resist creeping humility
the others
the 7 billion or so
others here on planet earth
kill or be killed
no its program or be
programmed and so
both and more
all for your genes the pool
they happen to come from
did you ask to be born
to the genetic and class
you ended up in?
the elite and the high brow
looking down from top dog spot
moral superiority to go with
privilage and invisible righteousness
those who are stupid
and damn sure
stupid and certain
those know-it-all
fascists
do not forget that each and
every human being thinks and
feels and desires and loves
not just your family and friends
everybody
and here comes everybody
the hyperdiversity and
multiplatform entities
take your fucking racist elite
and rot on your island
selfish and centralized
authoritarian and
conservative
ruthless and gangster
yes we need a serial killer in
power
no room for suspended judgement
or philosophy
no time for humanitas and
for the long poem
give me tweets and slogans
vote forget trust confuse
sleep
and those with wish to keep it
all to themselves by hook and
by crook and by fucking the
working class in the ass
over and over again
sometimes i wonder about
when the revolution comes
if i will be there in the thick of it
or watching from a safe distance?
when the other 7 billion wake up
and take agency of their collective
futures
and i hear you thinking
who am i to say?
good point and first thought
i am fly agaric 23
ready and willing
finger on the trigger
Im gonna' pull it
What TORY poet?
Well what political poet
where who step up friend
where you at?
any political Pratt
show yourself to me
come now step fourth
times up
calling all Tory poets
calling all high brow bards
where are you at
where is your army and ammunition?
200'000 working class poets
got my back writing write now
with deeper feelings than you have
more truth and beauty in one breath
than three decades of your filthy lies
against humanity against god
you have no pantheon of gods
nor bards
your literary lineage reads like
a similar stunted list as your royal
retards
hey Tory boy and Tory girl too
you have no poets and no men
at your side just an army of
spin doctors who
spin and doctor
and money men
and spies that are world beaters
at lies
and the hard bards cry
and wail at the fire storm
the waste lands and fracking plans
offshore banking tax haven scandel
ideological austerity and a war
on the poor and vulnerable
like Goebbles and Himmler
got back in the driving seat
only a superficial Tory beauty
like plastic flowers and fake trees
chemicals steel and plastic all
mushed together with human flesh
the Tory ball of shit
rolling down every street in Britain
industry and capital all stolen
or borrowed with previously stolen
or borrowed credit
what fucking TORY arts?
what music and painting from the upper class
twats? who WHO WHOOOOO?
drunk on the Hollywood goop
the vacuous and empty pop culture
spawned by the likes of Simon Cowell
this reflect proper TORY talent
and a culture of conceit
'we are the self preservation
society
we are the self preservation
society
we are the.....
no matter your own opinion
or side of the argument
try oh please do
try again to retain a critical
view
criticise your darlings
pull your own playhouse down
stay relative
and keep it real
have a sense of duty
patriotism if you like
in constructive criticism
and critical thinking
upon ALL matters
critical thinking and regular
what if? sessions
deconstruct synthesize and
reconstruct catepillar
butterfly style
You are wrong
I am wrong and they are
wrong
all of these wrongs do not make
a right
embrace the ambiguity of things
the immeasurable nature of
reality
strive for pluralistic and open
process
open mind open data sets open
access to information
law based
medical based and
corporate tax avoidence based
dig deep for humility folks
yes you few reading this
those who already have a feel for it
a sense of the others and perhaps even
the ancestors
the bigger picture
the magical view if ypu will
the human universe and the shared
experience of the other
playful and sympathetic
listening and understanding
just say no to political
representative democracy
and failed bloody corpse
wringling on the battle field
all limbs removed together with
the vital organs
the collective will of the people
around planet earth
remains strong and steady
on the trajectory toward equality
and better distribution of the wealth
the resources and the infinite
benefits shared freely by this
beautiful planets natural
abundence
a giving planet
a naturally healing planet and
naturall healing nervous
body brain system
self regenerative
in body and in earth
the magic of the recycling process
before time
and bangs
the return and condensation
the poem and the life
Oh England
please find your way now
out from the insular close minded route
marked out by the leaders leading
followers to a life of mental torture
how...HOW could i ever have voted for them?
like in Nazi Germany 1939
an entire nation hoodwinked by a strong
leader and a militant insular plot to
take over the world by brute force
just like the British empire
and the Hang dynasty
and Geroge H. W Bush
and Tony Blair
unfair tactics
below the belt blows
reff!
REFFFFF!
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