I was very sad reading my local rag last week. So sad that i started to write a letter to the paper and the people of Stourbridge, a letter to reach out and communicate. Peace comes of Communication said Ezra Pound.
And here comes everybody
Peace
AcrilliQ
We will see if it gets published at all, i'll feedback as soon as i hear or see anything.
Stourbridge News Website feat. the inspirations for this letter.
[Title = "Stourbridge 2.0"
Dear Stourbridge and The Stourbridge News.
In these shattered times, i often turn to the Stourbridge News for information and knowledge about Stourbridge and its surrounding area, to get the swing of whats going on locally. It often makes me smile and sometimes sigh. Last week your printed pages made me literally cry.
I might have cry'd because i was feeling sensitive or maybe i cry'd because of the powerful combination of articles and letters published with such a compelling political aura? Politics or a kind of political commentary always appears in your paper, its literally full of it, but last week it was jam packed full with such powerful politics. I just welled up, "Jesus" i thought, i need to communicate more. So this is how i propose to help. With a new idea. Stourbridge 2.0
The Stourbridge News LTD. now has a web site that publishes selected stories and letters (And hopefully this letter), and for the first time in History has the wonderful added bonus of a feedingback function. (although very primitive as web feedback technology goes) None the less, its much like the printed letters section of the actual paper paper itself but on an "open" public computer network. This network is still under moderation by your editing board, so i assume your capable of keeping a scholarly, balanced and democratic environment. Equal to any News Services goal of objectivity, fairness and equality when representing information to the public.
I was upset and frustrated partly because of the tragically wasted opportunity for a real community service, a real democratic interactive political environment; an interactive democratic Stourbridge based forum to discuss the most important issues facing us today. Maybe featuring various models of politics (from the Greens, BNP, Liberal Dem's, Labor, Conservatives, Independents etc), Various economic models, various models of community activities in progress, all in various models of communication: (Multimedia - Video, Audio, Text), various models of Government, various models of anything you fancy? Anything the PEOPLE fancy or wish to discuss that they feel strongly enough about. To quote a popular phrase "We have the Technology". But do we have the collective will power?
A closed circuit attitude towards the electronic integration of "Stourbridge" into the World Wide Web of Globalization and Global Communication can only stifle our culture. If Dudley is introducing electronic voting systems for example, then where's the electronic public feedback forum? You can't have one without the other brother. Just 23 Megabytes of feedback space for each voter, at a conservative guess, would suffice. Imagine an electronic democratic forum for voters to have THEIR say about WHAT they are voting for, and to provide THEIR alternatives? You better imagine faster because the whole world is waiting, a whole "Other" world. Who knows, more people might come to visit Stourbridge who never heard of it, so helping the businesses which seem to be in need of more custom.
I ask of Stourbridge or the gentle readers of the Stourbridge News - why have they (The Council, Newspapers, Political Parties, Major Corporations) NOT joined together on the internet yet? with a PUBLIC FEEDBACK Forum for us, your subjects, your workers? and not just e-mail and private use of the Global internet communications available in 2007, why, not as yet have they created an interactive community forum, integrating both the local community, businesses, education centers and POLITICAL think tanks, and, the non-local "World Wide Web" all together? Why not a Public open feedback forum?
Not forgetting the Stourbridge News itself. In fact the Stourbridge News would have to be the hub, the nest if you like from which this inevitable communications revolution will remerge as if by magic to those people with insufficient technological awareness of Globalization, Internet 2.0 and the long lost and ancient bones of what a political democracy IS: An Open society with multiple models, open debate, free criticism, free speech and freedom of the press, right to assembly etc. Healthy fast FEEDBACK!
What i propose then, considering my own shock and terror after reading your articles last week that resulted in much emotional drama is a "Public forum" based around Stourbridge News .COM, but maybe opening up the editorial to different public groups like the local Churches and Learning Institutions for example, why not LINK us all up together or at least allow for those who would like to Link LINK, at least temporarily, at least.
I figure if enough people vote that this is a good idea and vote for it to be implemented, then its pretty easy to add such a "forum" section to your website, which incidentally already has NETWORK Links to all of the major Council, Media, Political Parties, Major Corporations active in and around Stourbridge. Who knows if we pray the .Gov might have some funding for you to set this all up? IMHO this "Forum" is exactly what they should provide THE PEOPLE with. When we have such political emergencies to deal with, and we have many political emergencies to deal with.
A slogan i like that outlines good internet etiquette is that if your can't achieve tolerance at least attempt a little courtesy. I often wish political councillors could understand this phrase, in the non-internet world.
Collaborate, Communicate, Coagulate
-fly (Chief Commissioner of the River Stour)
Names and Addresses Irrelevant.
Freestyle Raps Sun 6th May 2007. Eat me.
Welcome to my blog, a break in between the supermarket shopping news,
My views, my writs, raps and thunderclaps, unedited excursions
Through valleys and down various avenues
Like that I believe its healthy to have a hierarchy of values
A spectrum like a rainbow, a selection, an array
I think about values each moment each second, each day
What's important and what comes next
Have i put the maximum meaning in my text?
Although metal and organic material
Can be easily distinguished like the difference between a mushroom and an aerial
Politics oscillates like a food blender blade, leaving me head in bits
Left and right wings switch sides when that crazy bird flips
Without your grounded values laid out on a landscape:
A Mountain, a crop field and a cooking stove
Liberty, Justice and Freedom are like wild Starlings
Twisting, turning, falling and rising
Poles shift each day, and most political dogma lacks
A true varied hierarchy
Of values.
Ivan the terrible and the Dali Lama
Mahatma Gandhi and Stalin
You always need a contrast to make sense fast
Somethings to refer to, more than one
Like the 1968 Chicago fiasco or
The whole Bay of Pigs thing or The British miners thing.
How many died how many live with the scares
How can you calculate the amount of people who died in cars
Going to work? Think i'm bezerk wanting to abolish work?
Work kills, and work is genocide and factory fascism
I agree with Bob Black and i too want my Freedom back
If my body is the earth then i speak for humanity
I want my freedom back, hey dude where's MY country
Who owns the rivers who owns the soil?
I sit smoking blunts contemplating this huge capitalismicrophone boil
On the landscape, i escape temporarily into an Autonomous Zone
Dial up global internet with my phone
And search through a wide variety of metaphors for
Mankind and Nature entertwined, a rose in the iron dust?
A weed growing through a leak in the pavement.
A ant colony that functions like New World government?
War, i will be your abolishment.
What can we learn from Natures ecology management?
By 4 A.M my minds spent, the roses on my table are loosing their petals
But still, they provide a contrast against the various metals
On my desktop tables, a pen, a knife, a gun and a bullet
Inspiration for blended fables,
Like flesh and plastic talking through interactive turntables
Like a sound-wave transforming into neuro-electric impressions
Like the sun that still can cast the darkest of visions
Like the signals that consume us coming from outside our televisons
Kill them! With TELL YR/ VISIONS.
here then, from my beer pen is my hierarchy of values
The black and the blues
Here's what i think is most relevant today, my views, my news:
-Transposeons in Biology that link species
-Quantum insperability principles that link all things
-Renewal of the natural environment to its healthy balance
-The end of the means to create war, monopoly.
-Prove that no one has the right to kill anyone, killing is wrong.
But a hierarchy of values implies that you choose
What values go above, below or besides B'side Education
B' Side Defense and B' Side Economic senses
All ebb and flow
What comes first, what go? what gives?
The starving majority or me and my blogs to the Universe?
I'm playing swingball on the lawn, drink in hand
There's a barrage coming from the garage thats the sound of a band
Prophets hunched around microphones, spitting as the rains come
Themes of Justice, nature and revolution drift into the garden
Khemical agents here to dissolve terror and error
Its simple, just lick me and look in the mirror
Not the paper, the polished glass crystal spaceship
Me and you, out on a whim, breaking down the mess we're in
TOGETHER
On the verge of obscenity with an alternative reality
Sex drugs and revolution, whatever it takes to pull on the breaks
And change vehicle, we need a miracle, a magical rising
To dissolve the fakes and feed the fat and greedy bastards their cakes
Speak out, breathe in, relax to some tracks and crack some four packs
That's what it takes, make grape juice of your enemies
Squirt lemon in the eye of the Bavarian Illuminati,
Don't try, do.
Source out your truth and then spit out your poo
Worlds ablaze with war machines and metal giants on the march
Time to straighten out this dirty laundry with exotic salts and starch
Old guard dinosaurs taking their last breath,
New flesh cyborgs just becoming inspired
Fire in the head and the flames spread like FLU to the Kings bed
Put the lights on red, get out your truck and look up
Times up, were all HERE already
And we don't need your laws no more
No more laws distributed by santitized tele
I no longer sleep with my teddy, i don't need no government to own me
I diss-own you back, i am expat; and i post and roast your hungry ghost
Salute - a toast.
Raise another toast to the end of the word
The end of imperial rule, a swollen inch with a pinch of pepper
I'm with the criminal classes, with the heretics, the outcasts
I'm a loner, anarchist, poet and leaper
Come step and keep your reppup'
Hope you get my letter, but the less you read the better
Maybe the ghosts will gettcha' like they got me,
Forever tuned into flies psychic T.V,
My wireless MP3 tech support cloud that follows me,
I call it "SHE"
Because she loves me
At least Temporarily!
Swam the sea and now i'm beached up with just a log from a birch tree
With salted eyes i spies the city through the jungle lozenge
Steel and glass and concrete, totally alien, totally viral
Lights, a low hum and pre cooked pre packaged foods, um yum.
From the ocean to the car park to power stations
That power nations
Species integrations limited by the harsh metallic environments
Even Bees now die off like democracy
In an upside down Bush/Blair world of disspair
Don't...
Not for those pair, say you don't care, show some flare
Make your face bare and stand your place, then move on
Run your things, ride your truth and raise the roof, write your
Spoof, be tuff, call out the killers and crooks, don't buy Nike
And abstain from Mcfries, Tesco and Starbucks.
So, i secrete the secret secret into your nickel bucket,
Give your SUV a soapy wash with a chemical called POSH
Post Ontological Silicone Heroin,
The surface contains liquid crystals within
So the car can play the image on its hood of a dead boy in Iraq
Next to his toy, OY! what about that boy, what about that girl?
Wake up and smell the OIL
Here's how you get out of a war, breath deeply
Pull down the all the wall and any boundary
And pull down
Trade embargoes
Pull down thy vanity and gain sanity
Size up your liberty and compare with celebrity
Pull all the troops out out of their jobs, turn them into
Squads of circus performers
Decommission all your weapons of mass and - less than mass - destruction
Turn them into rapid food delivery systems
Catapulting wealth to the poor and those in need of aid
To end war you must make your enemies friends
And make communication a priority above all other ends
Dissolve all the worlds sovereign nations into lessons
In cooperative global villages, all independently
Interrelated like an M.C Escher painting
I can sense authority fainting in the face of a painting
And the gov is panting, the gov is necromancing
History of corpses and ghosts dancing
Whirling through Oxbridge and Yaleard encircling
Churches
Disembodied events pitch themselves in History like tents
Blowing in the WIND -
Wars end with the end of history. So let it be.
So said she.
Brew the new tea to replace T.V
Helps you see the bomb and the tree equally
In our hierarchy of anarchy and sarky sparky rhymes to drop in the park
Tune into dark with a spark a light a flash a new, flesh.
End of history, the word and all that resembles it.
Never forget who started the end of the end of it.
You want to end wars then you must master Joyce's Finnegans Wake
Forgive the mistakes i make, but i'm deep in the lake
Giving to take back the sack with imperial letters of attraction
And manufacture a crystal structure to remove the hex of tax on a ration
I keep my mind in traction when i make a financial transaction
Who distributes it how, who's moos define the cash cow
Impeach Bush and Blair for their crimes, today, NOW
Impeach God and replace the void with new woid,
Stay cool and calm now, don't get annoyed
End wars by being overjoyed in the face of shattered times
Forgive all the terror and brutality and government crimes
To End wars start a new, turn your gun barrels into daisy spouts
And your mortar back to poo.
Turn your wars to the canvass the page the air if you still must fight
End wars by converting them into white phosphorus poems
Blow up your art, kill your characters and take over your gallery
But End wars which blind and burn and mutilate and really hurt everybody.
End wars start parties, kiss cuteas and shake booties,
Build your peace zone and claim the earth temporarily
Therefore in harmony with change, process and temporality
Don't fight gravity, love levity.
Turn tanks into turntables, secret plans into fictional fables
To end wars declare peace, its over its over again, its over
End the pain and spend a thought for those poor slain
In memory of the lame and sick involved in the thick of it
End wars by showing that to Kill is to loose,
You carry that bruise with you, murder is known for eating your brain
Murder is psychically self defeating, thats why its eating the killer
Like Hannibal lector.
End wars by becoming a benefactor of change,
Be the one to experiment and re arrange the pieces
Follow the creases and fight the mental diseases that tease us
Turn banks back into bakeries and put icing on the similarities
Between bread and bread.
End war by using your head, end war by staying in bed
End war by stopping work on the factory floor and together chanting
No more. Settle the score but not with violence. With L'amour.
More debate and more alternative models - the cell, the spore.
Say what are we fighting for, ask this question and STOP war.
A new hierarchy to combat oligarchy
To excorcise the demons and end the malarchy
End the paranoia and the Scanning Darkly, quickly
Make haste we have so much time to catch, just ahead
A non-war torn home and a non war torn bed,
End war and rest your head, raise your hand and voice
Embrace the not language of Joyce's and histories dead.
Gone forever, overruled by a new vision, capable of lifting the veil
I've been following for 10'000 years hot on the veiled trail
Methodically and carefully like steven the slug or Smith the snail
End wars and admit the apocalypse, get over it
Move on.
Stop wars with your shoes by standing your ground
Stay around don't be square, wear flowers in your hair
Wave your hands in the air like you just stopped an F 16 fighter
Yeah, switch off the war at the controls,
In your mind find the blind of ignorance and then open it
In your heart find the part that is art and just peddle it
In your friends find the lens to see yourself look at it
In the dark kind the key to the door and then skip through it
In your life make the meaning in words that refer to it
In love find the dove and the peace and commune with it
In death cherish breath cuz your now here without it
If your sure look again because there's reason to doubt it
If you got a song like this don't be afraid to spout it
In this spacial place i guess the ways to face it
What's it? Why's it? Are you it? if its Bullshit?
Who disperse it, how, are you milking her cash cow?
Outerspace to find a new place to re create it
Outside there's a slide i'll think i'll climb and descend it
Out of time, out of lime, if there's lemon i'll squeeze it
Out on the town with my spiked crown to tease it
Nowt that you write can ever contain it
How do you explain it, maintain it, how do you chain it?
I am it you are it, each and every bit, we fit the same slit
You are it, that pefect fit, my words your eyes, flies on it
Talk seems cheap when hiding behind it
That, them, the thing, the big swindle - a broken spindle, a parasitic nit.
Black white red yella we gotta get together
Be a rainbow arching over any bad weather, what infinite ever?
Sleep on each others wing, as birds of a feather
The infinite within "IT" also haunts never and whatever.
Eat me! Lick me.
My views, my writs, raps and thunderclaps, unedited excursions
Through valleys and down various avenues
Like that I believe its healthy to have a hierarchy of values
A spectrum like a rainbow, a selection, an array
I think about values each moment each second, each day
What's important and what comes next
Have i put the maximum meaning in my text?
Although metal and organic material
Can be easily distinguished like the difference between a mushroom and an aerial
Politics oscillates like a food blender blade, leaving me head in bits
Left and right wings switch sides when that crazy bird flips
Without your grounded values laid out on a landscape:
A Mountain, a crop field and a cooking stove
Liberty, Justice and Freedom are like wild Starlings
Twisting, turning, falling and rising
Poles shift each day, and most political dogma lacks
A true varied hierarchy
Of values.
Ivan the terrible and the Dali Lama
Mahatma Gandhi and Stalin
You always need a contrast to make sense fast
Somethings to refer to, more than one
Like the 1968 Chicago fiasco or
The whole Bay of Pigs thing or The British miners thing.
How many died how many live with the scares
How can you calculate the amount of people who died in cars
Going to work? Think i'm bezerk wanting to abolish work?
Work kills, and work is genocide and factory fascism
I agree with Bob Black and i too want my Freedom back
If my body is the earth then i speak for humanity
I want my freedom back, hey dude where's MY country
Who owns the rivers who owns the soil?
I sit smoking blunts contemplating this huge capitalismicrophone boil
On the landscape, i escape temporarily into an Autonomous Zone
Dial up global internet with my phone
And search through a wide variety of metaphors for
Mankind and Nature entertwined, a rose in the iron dust?
A weed growing through a leak in the pavement.
A ant colony that functions like New World government?
War, i will be your abolishment.
What can we learn from Natures ecology management?
By 4 A.M my minds spent, the roses on my table are loosing their petals
But still, they provide a contrast against the various metals
On my desktop tables, a pen, a knife, a gun and a bullet
Inspiration for blended fables,
Like flesh and plastic talking through interactive turntables
Like a sound-wave transforming into neuro-electric impressions
Like the sun that still can cast the darkest of visions
Like the signals that consume us coming from outside our televisons
Kill them! With TELL YR/ VISIONS.
here then, from my beer pen is my hierarchy of values
The black and the blues
Here's what i think is most relevant today, my views, my news:
-Transposeons in Biology that link species
-Quantum insperability principles that link all things
-Renewal of the natural environment to its healthy balance
-The end of the means to create war, monopoly.
-Prove that no one has the right to kill anyone, killing is wrong.
But a hierarchy of values implies that you choose
What values go above, below or besides B'side Education
B' Side Defense and B' Side Economic senses
All ebb and flow
What comes first, what go? what gives?
The starving majority or me and my blogs to the Universe?
I'm playing swingball on the lawn, drink in hand
There's a barrage coming from the garage thats the sound of a band
Prophets hunched around microphones, spitting as the rains come
Themes of Justice, nature and revolution drift into the garden
Khemical agents here to dissolve terror and error
Its simple, just lick me and look in the mirror
Not the paper, the polished glass crystal spaceship
Me and you, out on a whim, breaking down the mess we're in
TOGETHER
On the verge of obscenity with an alternative reality
Sex drugs and revolution, whatever it takes to pull on the breaks
And change vehicle, we need a miracle, a magical rising
To dissolve the fakes and feed the fat and greedy bastards their cakes
Speak out, breathe in, relax to some tracks and crack some four packs
That's what it takes, make grape juice of your enemies
Squirt lemon in the eye of the Bavarian Illuminati,
Don't try, do.
Source out your truth and then spit out your poo
Worlds ablaze with war machines and metal giants on the march
Time to straighten out this dirty laundry with exotic salts and starch
Old guard dinosaurs taking their last breath,
New flesh cyborgs just becoming inspired
Fire in the head and the flames spread like FLU to the Kings bed
Put the lights on red, get out your truck and look up
Times up, were all HERE already
And we don't need your laws no more
No more laws distributed by santitized tele
I no longer sleep with my teddy, i don't need no government to own me
I diss-own you back, i am expat; and i post and roast your hungry ghost
Salute - a toast.
Raise another toast to the end of the word
The end of imperial rule, a swollen inch with a pinch of pepper
I'm with the criminal classes, with the heretics, the outcasts
I'm a loner, anarchist, poet and leaper
Come step and keep your reppup'
Hope you get my letter, but the less you read the better
Maybe the ghosts will gettcha' like they got me,
Forever tuned into flies psychic T.V,
My wireless MP3 tech support cloud that follows me,
I call it "SHE"
Because she loves me
At least Temporarily!
Swam the sea and now i'm beached up with just a log from a birch tree
With salted eyes i spies the city through the jungle lozenge
Steel and glass and concrete, totally alien, totally viral
Lights, a low hum and pre cooked pre packaged foods, um yum.
From the ocean to the car park to power stations
That power nations
Species integrations limited by the harsh metallic environments
Even Bees now die off like democracy
In an upside down Bush/Blair world of disspair
Don't...
Not for those pair, say you don't care, show some flare
Make your face bare and stand your place, then move on
Run your things, ride your truth and raise the roof, write your
Spoof, be tuff, call out the killers and crooks, don't buy Nike
And abstain from Mcfries, Tesco and Starbucks.
So, i secrete the secret secret into your nickel bucket,
Give your SUV a soapy wash with a chemical called POSH
Post Ontological Silicone Heroin,
The surface contains liquid crystals within
So the car can play the image on its hood of a dead boy in Iraq
Next to his toy, OY! what about that boy, what about that girl?
Wake up and smell the OIL
Here's how you get out of a war, breath deeply
Pull down the all the wall and any boundary
And pull down
Trade embargoes
Pull down thy vanity and gain sanity
Size up your liberty and compare with celebrity
Pull all the troops out out of their jobs, turn them into
Squads of circus performers
Decommission all your weapons of mass and - less than mass - destruction
Turn them into rapid food delivery systems
Catapulting wealth to the poor and those in need of aid
To end war you must make your enemies friends
And make communication a priority above all other ends
Dissolve all the worlds sovereign nations into lessons
In cooperative global villages, all independently
Interrelated like an M.C Escher painting
I can sense authority fainting in the face of a painting
And the gov is panting, the gov is necromancing
History of corpses and ghosts dancing
Whirling through Oxbridge and Yaleard encircling
Churches
Disembodied events pitch themselves in History like tents
Blowing in the WIND -
Wars end with the end of history. So let it be.
So said she.
Brew the new tea to replace T.V
Helps you see the bomb and the tree equally
In our hierarchy of anarchy and sarky sparky rhymes to drop in the park
Tune into dark with a spark a light a flash a new, flesh.
End of history, the word and all that resembles it.
Never forget who started the end of the end of it.
You want to end wars then you must master Joyce's Finnegans Wake
Forgive the mistakes i make, but i'm deep in the lake
Giving to take back the sack with imperial letters of attraction
And manufacture a crystal structure to remove the hex of tax on a ration
I keep my mind in traction when i make a financial transaction
Who distributes it how, who's moos define the cash cow
Impeach Bush and Blair for their crimes, today, NOW
Impeach God and replace the void with new woid,
Stay cool and calm now, don't get annoyed
End wars by being overjoyed in the face of shattered times
Forgive all the terror and brutality and government crimes
To End wars start a new, turn your gun barrels into daisy spouts
And your mortar back to poo.
Turn your wars to the canvass the page the air if you still must fight
End wars by converting them into white phosphorus poems
Blow up your art, kill your characters and take over your gallery
But End wars which blind and burn and mutilate and really hurt everybody.
End wars start parties, kiss cuteas and shake booties,
Build your peace zone and claim the earth temporarily
Therefore in harmony with change, process and temporality
Don't fight gravity, love levity.
Turn tanks into turntables, secret plans into fictional fables
To end wars declare peace, its over its over again, its over
End the pain and spend a thought for those poor slain
In memory of the lame and sick involved in the thick of it
End wars by showing that to Kill is to loose,
You carry that bruise with you, murder is known for eating your brain
Murder is psychically self defeating, thats why its eating the killer
Like Hannibal lector.
End wars by becoming a benefactor of change,
Be the one to experiment and re arrange the pieces
Follow the creases and fight the mental diseases that tease us
Turn banks back into bakeries and put icing on the similarities
Between bread and bread.
End war by using your head, end war by staying in bed
End war by stopping work on the factory floor and together chanting
No more. Settle the score but not with violence. With L'amour.
More debate and more alternative models - the cell, the spore.
Say what are we fighting for, ask this question and STOP war.
A new hierarchy to combat oligarchy
To excorcise the demons and end the malarchy
End the paranoia and the Scanning Darkly, quickly
Make haste we have so much time to catch, just ahead
A non-war torn home and a non war torn bed,
End war and rest your head, raise your hand and voice
Embrace the not language of Joyce's and histories dead.
Gone forever, overruled by a new vision, capable of lifting the veil
I've been following for 10'000 years hot on the veiled trail
Methodically and carefully like steven the slug or Smith the snail
End wars and admit the apocalypse, get over it
Move on.
Stop wars with your shoes by standing your ground
Stay around don't be square, wear flowers in your hair
Wave your hands in the air like you just stopped an F 16 fighter
Yeah, switch off the war at the controls,
In your mind find the blind of ignorance and then open it
In your heart find the part that is art and just peddle it
In your friends find the lens to see yourself look at it
In the dark kind the key to the door and then skip through it
In your life make the meaning in words that refer to it
In love find the dove and the peace and commune with it
In death cherish breath cuz your now here without it
If your sure look again because there's reason to doubt it
If you got a song like this don't be afraid to spout it
In this spacial place i guess the ways to face it
What's it? Why's it? Are you it? if its Bullshit?
Who disperse it, how, are you milking her cash cow?
Outerspace to find a new place to re create it
Outside there's a slide i'll think i'll climb and descend it
Out of time, out of lime, if there's lemon i'll squeeze it
Out on the town with my spiked crown to tease it
Nowt that you write can ever contain it
How do you explain it, maintain it, how do you chain it?
I am it you are it, each and every bit, we fit the same slit
You are it, that pefect fit, my words your eyes, flies on it
Talk seems cheap when hiding behind it
That, them, the thing, the big swindle - a broken spindle, a parasitic nit.
Black white red yella we gotta get together
Be a rainbow arching over any bad weather, what infinite ever?
Sleep on each others wing, as birds of a feather
The infinite within "IT" also haunts never and whatever.
Eat me! Lick me.
GUCT is for Grand Uniflyed Conspiracy Theory.
Its coming together, i've got em' them-my thoughts
They have conspired together long enough to make
Break through into megagrand unified theory that is
Grand Unified Conspiracy. Plot hatched by my mynd
To find co-operation and con-nectivity, in all things
In my my'd. But conspiracy and physics and science?
A unified science of conspiracy theory? language vs.
The Equation? My version is spacetime allied and so
Mindtimespace allied, and so mind your connectivity
Make the nu Bridge our link of unity; the conspiracy
The plot, your plots, your mind plotting a conspiracy
Novelty and your Concrescence no center no essence
Eschaton Immanentizing conspiring to come together
111 Words ¿
They have conspired together long enough to make
Break through into megagrand unified theory that is
Grand Unified Conspiracy. Plot hatched by my mynd
To find co-operation and con-nectivity, in all things
In my my'd. But conspiracy and physics and science?
A unified science of conspiracy theory? language vs.
The Equation? My version is spacetime allied and so
Mindtimespace allied, and so mind your connectivity
Make the nu Bridge our link of unity; the conspiracy
The plot, your plots, your mind plotting a conspiracy
Novelty and your Concrescence no center no essence
Eschaton Immanentizing conspiring to come together
111 Words ¿
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ML is for Maybe Logic: The final secret of the Illuminati.
"maybelogic" the movie!
ROBERT ANTON WILSON Maybe Logic
The final secret of the Illuminati revealed. Finally.
Directed by Lance Bauscher
Coming May 2006 from Disinformation Home Entertainment
"I have learned more from Robert Anton Wilson than I have from any other source."
– George Carlin
Winner Best Documentary Audience Award - San Francisco Independent Film Festival
Robert Anton Wilson is undeniably one of the foundations of 20th Century Western counterculture. Robert Anton Wilson: Maybe Logic, a feature-length documentary, is a hilarious and mind-bending journey into the multi-dimensional life of Robert Anton Wilson, author of the Illuminatus! trilogy. Featuring video spanning 25 years and the best of 100 hours of footage thoroughly tweaked, transmuted and regenerated, Maybe Logic follows the ever-open eye of Pope Bob as he penetrates human illusions, exposing the mathematical probabilities and spooky synchronicities of the eight dimensions of his universe.
Features:
Tom Robbins, Paul Krassner, Douglas Rushkoff, R. U. Sirius, Douglass Smith, Valerie Corral and Ivan Stang.
Extras:
Maybe Logic exercises - in the spirit of a zen roshi and the exercises of Prometheus Rising and Quantum Psychology, Wilson leads the viewer through experiential maybe logic.
ROBERT ANTON WILSON Maybe Logic
Directed by Lance Bauscher
Coming May 2005 from Disinformation Home Entertainment
82 minutes + 12 minutes bonus footage * Region 0 * NR * $19.95 (US)
Disinfo.com
Label: deepleaf productions
Catalog#: none
Format: DVD
Country: US
Released: 2003
Genre: Non-Music
Style: Interview, Political, Education, Speech
Credits: Artwork By [Package Design] - Propane Studio
Directed By, Written-By - Lance Bauscher
Executive Producer - Timothy F.X. Finnegan
Featuring - Douglas Rushkoff , Ivan Stang , Paul Krassner , R.U. Sirius , Tom Robbins , Valerie Corral
Music By - Amon Tobin , Animals On Wheels , Boards Of Canada , Cinematic Orchestra, The , Funki Porcini , Ognen Spiroski , Pullman , Rick Walker , Supplicants, The , Tarentel
Music By [Dvd Menu] - Fly Agaric 23
Narrator - Robert Anton Wilson
Other [Associate Producers] - Amanda Dofflemyer , Fly Agaric 23 , Katherine Covell
Other [Best Boy] - Robert Anton Wilson
Other [Camera] - Amanda Dofflemyer , David Allen , Ivan Stang , Katherine Covell , Lance Bauscher , Robert Dofflemyer
Producer, Edited By, Artwork By [Designed By] - Cody McClintock , Lance Bauscher , Robert Dofflemyer
Notes: Contains over 3 hours of material including Maybe Logic feature, expanded interviews with all the featured RAW cohorts, maybe logic exercises, and original, non-simultaneously, DVD-randomized footage of the best of Pope Bob. - MAYBELOGIC DVDETAILS
Special thanks to donacha.
ROBERT ANTON WILSON Maybe Logic
The final secret of the Illuminati revealed. Finally.
Directed by Lance Bauscher
Coming May 2006 from Disinformation Home Entertainment
"I have learned more from Robert Anton Wilson than I have from any other source."
– George Carlin
Winner Best Documentary Audience Award - San Francisco Independent Film Festival
Robert Anton Wilson is undeniably one of the foundations of 20th Century Western counterculture. Robert Anton Wilson: Maybe Logic, a feature-length documentary, is a hilarious and mind-bending journey into the multi-dimensional life of Robert Anton Wilson, author of the Illuminatus! trilogy. Featuring video spanning 25 years and the best of 100 hours of footage thoroughly tweaked, transmuted and regenerated, Maybe Logic follows the ever-open eye of Pope Bob as he penetrates human illusions, exposing the mathematical probabilities and spooky synchronicities of the eight dimensions of his universe.
Features:
Tom Robbins, Paul Krassner, Douglas Rushkoff, R. U. Sirius, Douglass Smith, Valerie Corral and Ivan Stang.
Extras:
Maybe Logic exercises - in the spirit of a zen roshi and the exercises of Prometheus Rising and Quantum Psychology, Wilson leads the viewer through experiential maybe logic.
ROBERT ANTON WILSON Maybe Logic
Directed by Lance Bauscher
Coming May 2005 from Disinformation Home Entertainment
82 minutes + 12 minutes bonus footage * Region 0 * NR * $19.95 (US)
Disinfo.com
Label: deepleaf productions
Catalog#: none
Format: DVD
Country: US
Released: 2003
Genre: Non-Music
Style: Interview, Political, Education, Speech
Credits: Artwork By [Package Design] - Propane Studio
Directed By, Written-By - Lance Bauscher
Executive Producer - Timothy F.X. Finnegan
Featuring - Douglas Rushkoff , Ivan Stang , Paul Krassner , R.U. Sirius , Tom Robbins , Valerie Corral
Music By - Amon Tobin , Animals On Wheels , Boards Of Canada , Cinematic Orchestra, The , Funki Porcini , Ognen Spiroski , Pullman , Rick Walker , Supplicants, The , Tarentel
Music By [Dvd Menu] - Fly Agaric 23
Narrator - Robert Anton Wilson
Other [Associate Producers] - Amanda Dofflemyer , Fly Agaric 23 , Katherine Covell
Other [Best Boy] - Robert Anton Wilson
Other [Camera] - Amanda Dofflemyer , David Allen , Ivan Stang , Katherine Covell , Lance Bauscher , Robert Dofflemyer
Producer, Edited By, Artwork By [Designed By] - Cody McClintock , Lance Bauscher , Robert Dofflemyer
Notes: Contains over 3 hours of material including Maybe Logic feature, expanded interviews with all the featured RAW cohorts, maybe logic exercises, and original, non-simultaneously, DVD-randomized footage of the best of Pope Bob. - MAYBELOGIC DVDETAILS
Special thanks to donacha.
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Kurt Vonnegut, Robert Anton Wilson, James Brown, Alice Coltrane mixed
My favorite music and writing
So honor em' how? damn words to start off with?
Build statues and make plaques?
Plant trees, label meteorites, craters
And scientific principles after em'?
A great big love up, a big up to em' Cheers!
Omnipotent Everyware and Nowhere:
Great thoughts dispersing like
Cotton seeds...
Representatives and word sound power
Way Post Modern like
Past Post structuralist
Post quantum Culture culture.
Encyclopediatricks and vast museums of culture
How to fit it all in or get it out?
Huge Galactic Archives of good Word
And good sense i think, but so different too,
Together in a blogg train cause' they tripped out
And may never come back?
Word deployed to the new world disorder
Disorder like spring, uprising voices "word magic"
Everywhere whispering like the wind
Earth culture highlights in just 5 Cherry stones, 5 lives
5 piles of books, 5 glasses of water, incense, light
"Absent without leave" where,
Where are their thoughts now?
A scent within leaves blowing in the greening spring wind
Is music here? where does it go?
Becoming their complete "Unabridged" selves,
Bound as word, as writers, musicians knotted all up together
Entering their own "WORLD" their own realms, constellations,
Their recorded legacy
Left behind their senses all-together
A full blooming, all together NOW!
Read them, read them, process their thoughts, listen
Cast seeds east/west north/south, open your mouth
Sing of Wilson, Baudrillard, Vonnegut, Brown, Coltrane
Most potent Quintet don't you THINK?
Their birth/death dates now sealed
Their calendars sealed, without end of correspondences,
Without end in e-journal space
Messages from space, inner/outer and between
And the numerous other worlds Among
Boundless stars,
Death has become the ultimate absurd: the opposite of
Resurrection, of life, only through words can death survive
LOOK between the lines
These are vehicles, blueprints, ships and portals
The solid Newtonian universe involving such immutable concepts as mass, force, momentum, and inertia has long been repealed. The dull, dependable, predictable general motors universe has been transformed into shimmering quantum electronic possibilities. It seems that it all comes down to programs, information, and rhythms - endlessly complexifying with unpredictable results. In other words John Coltrane. - Timothy Leary and R.U Sirius, Design for dying, pub. Thorsons 1997.
In a similar way that any serious 21st Century musician and DJ alike would be familiar with the incalculable contributions James Brown has made to modern culture, any serious writer, or blogger of the 21st Century would be familiar with the contributions Robert Anton Wilson, Jean Baudrillard and Kurt Vonnegut have made to humanity. James Brown has been popularized by many people worldwide as the Godfather of Soul, and so to make fun, Wilson might deserve a corresponding title such as the Godfather of God. Jean the Godfather of Hyperreality. Vonnegut the Godfather of narrative. Alice Coltrane the Godmother of Ambient. They are like Gods to me. So i'll praise em'. How to pay tribute.
Visualize them cruising through limitless spaceless spaceless spaceless that they all helped shape, riffing off each other riffing, entangling words and strings, spinning, dancing, shouting. Melting into their life's work completed, a full 'good" life. This time around. Full of life, recordings and recordings, encapsulated for another eternity, still around in living minds through common playback devices. Tune in with a Wishing wand.
Alice playing that sensual sweet mystical nectar, washing the wall with tie dyed patterns, coming from her grand piano. Jean sits in the shadows next to a claret stage at the bar" talking with BOB and his beloved wife Arlen a tale of Joyce and the Gorillas of Paris, singing in sharp Haiku bursts of light, fountains of oriental glossolalia. Bob lights a joint and the hills come alive. Everyone's relaxed and cheerful, sunshines through a stunning great glass window, rooms awash with lemon. Soon a wind breathes a thousand brogues, streaming out of a translinguistic goo forming on the white marble flooring, goo that speaks. Kurt mimes each one with each crease in his face, old Buddhas laughing a Buddha belly laugh. James singing with a chorus of his angel divas, like another take of the classic Gospel scene from the Blues Brothers, Hot piercing screams like firebirds building up and up, Alice escorting the mouthful of air until release. Then everybody sits back a moment and nods to the music. Smiles radiate all around the room through the smoke, the whole scene is a hologram. Playing backwards and forwards in a torrent of sound light and soul and "Word"
Timequake, John Coltrane: Infinity,
The Third Coming, Ishtar Rising, Divine Song,
Reality, À l'ombre des majorités silencieuses
The Sex Magicians, Sex Machine
I got the feelin' Everything's Under Control
Sex and Drugs, Ain't it funky,
Down to Earth, Wilhelm Reich in Hell,
Transcendence, L'échange symbolique et la mort
Right Where You Are Sitting Now, Hot pants,
Papa's Got a Band new Bag
The Trick Top Hat, The Illuminati Papers
Breakfast of Champions, The Popcorn, Pass the Peas,
The Golden Apple, The Homing Pigeon, Cat's Cradle
World Galaxy, The Sirens of Titan, I'm real,
The Gulf War Did Not Take Place
Think, Astral Meditations, Mind power, L'échange impossible
Quantum Psychology, The Elements, Slaughterhouse-Five
Coincidance,
Email to the Universe, Universal Consciousness,
Journey in Satchidananda, Galápagos,
Reflection on Creation and Space, Cool Memories V
My Life after Death, Simulacres et simulation
Reality Is What You Can Get Away With,
The Conspiracy of Art
Grits and soul
The Universe Next Door...
Kurt Vonnegut (November 29 1922 – 11 april 2007)
Jean Baudrillard (July 29, 1929 – March 6, 2007)
Robert Anton Wilson (January 18, 1932 – January 11, 2007)
James Brown (May 3, 1933 – December 25, 2006)
Alice Coltrane (August 27, 1937 – January 12, 2007)
So honor em' how? damn words to start off with?
Build statues and make plaques?
Plant trees, label meteorites, craters
And scientific principles after em'?
A great big love up, a big up to em' Cheers!
Omnipotent Everyware and Nowhere:
Great thoughts dispersing like
Cotton seeds...
Representatives and word sound power
Way Post Modern like
Past Post structuralist
Post quantum Culture culture.
Encyclopediatricks and vast museums of culture
How to fit it all in or get it out?
Huge Galactic Archives of good Word
And good sense i think, but so different too,
Together in a blogg train cause' they tripped out
And may never come back?
Word deployed to the new world disorder
Disorder like spring, uprising voices "word magic"
Everywhere whispering like the wind
Earth culture highlights in just 5 Cherry stones, 5 lives
5 piles of books, 5 glasses of water, incense, light
"Absent without leave" where,
Where are their thoughts now?
A scent within leaves blowing in the greening spring wind
Is music here? where does it go?
Becoming their complete "Unabridged" selves,
Bound as word, as writers, musicians knotted all up together
Entering their own "WORLD" their own realms, constellations,
Their recorded legacy
Left behind their senses all-together
A full blooming, all together NOW!
Read them, read them, process their thoughts, listen
Cast seeds east/west north/south, open your mouth
Sing of Wilson, Baudrillard, Vonnegut, Brown, Coltrane
Most potent Quintet don't you THINK?
Their birth/death dates now sealed
Their calendars sealed, without end of correspondences,
Without end in e-journal space
Messages from space, inner/outer and between
And the numerous other worlds Among
Boundless stars,
Death has become the ultimate absurd: the opposite of
Resurrection, of life, only through words can death survive
LOOK between the lines
These are vehicles, blueprints, ships and portals
The solid Newtonian universe involving such immutable concepts as mass, force, momentum, and inertia has long been repealed. The dull, dependable, predictable general motors universe has been transformed into shimmering quantum electronic possibilities. It seems that it all comes down to programs, information, and rhythms - endlessly complexifying with unpredictable results. In other words John Coltrane. - Timothy Leary and R.U Sirius, Design for dying, pub. Thorsons 1997.
In a similar way that any serious 21st Century musician and DJ alike would be familiar with the incalculable contributions James Brown has made to modern culture, any serious writer, or blogger of the 21st Century would be familiar with the contributions Robert Anton Wilson, Jean Baudrillard and Kurt Vonnegut have made to humanity. James Brown has been popularized by many people worldwide as the Godfather of Soul, and so to make fun, Wilson might deserve a corresponding title such as the Godfather of God. Jean the Godfather of Hyperreality. Vonnegut the Godfather of narrative. Alice Coltrane the Godmother of Ambient. They are like Gods to me. So i'll praise em'. How to pay tribute.
Visualize them cruising through limitless spaceless spaceless spaceless that they all helped shape, riffing off each other riffing, entangling words and strings, spinning, dancing, shouting. Melting into their life's work completed, a full 'good" life. This time around. Full of life, recordings and recordings, encapsulated for another eternity, still around in living minds through common playback devices. Tune in with a Wishing wand.
Alice playing that sensual sweet mystical nectar, washing the wall with tie dyed patterns, coming from her grand piano. Jean sits in the shadows next to a claret stage at the bar" talking with BOB and his beloved wife Arlen a tale of Joyce and the Gorillas of Paris, singing in sharp Haiku bursts of light, fountains of oriental glossolalia. Bob lights a joint and the hills come alive. Everyone's relaxed and cheerful, sunshines through a stunning great glass window, rooms awash with lemon. Soon a wind breathes a thousand brogues, streaming out of a translinguistic goo forming on the white marble flooring, goo that speaks. Kurt mimes each one with each crease in his face, old Buddhas laughing a Buddha belly laugh. James singing with a chorus of his angel divas, like another take of the classic Gospel scene from the Blues Brothers, Hot piercing screams like firebirds building up and up, Alice escorting the mouthful of air until release. Then everybody sits back a moment and nods to the music. Smiles radiate all around the room through the smoke, the whole scene is a hologram. Playing backwards and forwards in a torrent of sound light and soul and "Word"
Timequake, John Coltrane: Infinity,
The Third Coming, Ishtar Rising, Divine Song,
Reality, À l'ombre des majorités silencieuses
The Sex Magicians, Sex Machine
I got the feelin' Everything's Under Control
Sex and Drugs, Ain't it funky,
Down to Earth, Wilhelm Reich in Hell,
Transcendence, L'échange symbolique et la mort
Right Where You Are Sitting Now, Hot pants,
Papa's Got a Band new Bag
The Trick Top Hat, The Illuminati Papers
Breakfast of Champions, The Popcorn, Pass the Peas,
The Golden Apple, The Homing Pigeon, Cat's Cradle
World Galaxy, The Sirens of Titan, I'm real,
The Gulf War Did Not Take Place
Think, Astral Meditations, Mind power, L'échange impossible
Quantum Psychology, The Elements, Slaughterhouse-Five
Coincidance,
Email to the Universe, Universal Consciousness,
Journey in Satchidananda, Galápagos,
Reflection on Creation and Space, Cool Memories V
My Life after Death, Simulacres et simulation
Reality Is What You Can Get Away With,
The Conspiracy of Art
Grits and soul
The Universe Next Door...
Kurt Vonnegut (November 29 1922 – 11 april 2007)
Jean Baudrillard (July 29, 1929 – March 6, 2007)
Robert Anton Wilson (January 18, 1932 – January 11, 2007)
James Brown (May 3, 1933 – December 25, 2006)
Alice Coltrane (August 27, 1937 – January 12, 2007)
The beat the beats the beat
After Hangin' up me mouse last night, i dreamt
Amen, Amen brother. I can sure dig that beat.
One for the Winston's.
Amen and drum nd' bass culture wave rebellion spirit of uprising
Dansin' blayzing chronic times
Sweaty times and Spaces
Thunder Bass ([{whu wowu' womb]})
And to the Funky Drummer: Clyde
Amen brother, and the udder drummer
Bernard Purdie, and the other...
Drummers a one, two, a one-two-three-for
Good god' the Break-bits, is there no school left?
Once rare Akai now popular Digital sampler software fully-
Loaded HTML SD
To King Tubby and Lee Perry , Sly and Miles
Amen, Peace
To the funny people who came again and again,
Paid their fees and maybe ate a few E's and got down
On their bare knees
With Whistles and Horns and lighters
Amen brother,
heh heh
Reconnected with Funk-Soul-Reggae
Roots Roots
To the "Amen" break break
Church of Drum and Bass congregation
Sweaty jungle orgies of sound,
My om pom: A sample sample of terms Word word, jams germs
Credit where credits due
Thanks bro. NOW-Now
Let the DJ DJ DJ DJ
BeeYOU
Amen, Amen brother. I can sure dig that beat.
One for the Winston's.
Amen and drum nd' bass culture wave rebellion spirit of uprising
Dansin' blayzing chronic times
Sweaty times and Spaces
Thunder Bass ([{whu wowu' womb]})
And to the Funky Drummer: Clyde
Amen brother, and the udder drummer
Bernard Purdie, and the other...
Drummers a one, two, a one-two-three-for
Good god' the Break-bits, is there no school left?
Once rare Akai now popular Digital sampler software fully-
Loaded HTML SD
To King Tubby and Lee Perry , Sly and Miles
Amen, Peace
To the funny people who came again and again,
Paid their fees and maybe ate a few E's and got down
On their bare knees
With Whistles and Horns and lighters
Amen brother,
heh heh
Reconnected with Funk-Soul-Reggae
Roots Roots
To the "Amen" break break
Church of Drum and Bass congregation
Sweaty jungle orgies of sound,
My om pom: A sample sample of terms Word word, jams germs
Credit where credits due
Thanks bro. NOW-Now
Let the DJ DJ DJ DJ
BeeYOU
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
A day in April 2007
Spring morning at place of group learning
One man incarnating evil on campusl
One day in April 2007
Weeping, screaming kids broadcast into my head
Hot bullets fired bring flowers into bloom,
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
We have his identity, the killer,
We have him now,
We have his remains and inner illness on display
Springtime, gotta turn this off.
Not this day in April.
Flowers blooming at the end of the sound of shooting
Springtime, gotta turn this off.
I can see the flowers though, in the blood
I'm seeing like the poet sees
How to make light of bloody massacre?
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
With light, there's darkness,
So in heaven too.
Shut your eyes, block your ears
No. no. Springtime, gotta' turn this stuff off.
Now Bush! Agh! look away kids
Now a cryptic note, a weirdo' poem/note
A suicide tattoo, oh, ou,
Shut your eyes, block your ears
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
Terrible blood bath in America
Oh God, not another war now, not again,
Was this indiscriminate or planned?
Was HE a Muslim or not a Muslim
What is a Muslim? What is an American?
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
Oh, i dunno what's what, anymore.
Questions about a boy to help answer
More questions about a why?
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
Damn, gotta go out and buy dinner
Water the tomato plants
Oh No, Not another war
Not now, not over this
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
Forget about it, stop trying to
Solve this murder
Is it another "plot to secure more security contracts
More scanners, more nuke deals with Korea?"
I read on that on a Horror blog today
Springtime, gotta' turn this off now.
More gun
Control?
Springtime, gotta' turn this off now, damn,
Who makes them guns and the ammo?
OFF!
Turn on to TV like a Junky, turning to the news
Wondering why? Cooking noodles and Tofu
Trying to think like a murderer, umm,
In the Killers shoes while wtaching the sad news
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
I'm looking at American/Korean relations
Historically with internet
I'm Looking for a revenge, a crime motive, a reason?
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
These things seem like an infinitum absurdumb
As Suicide and death: absurdumb
Who manufactured the Bullets?
Why can't we read all the death note yet?
Why the security failure and communication failure?
Springtime, this time, i really gotta'
Turn this Newspeak off and eat somthing
Spring morning at place of group learning
One man incarnating evil on campusl
One day in April 2007
Weeping, screaming kids broadcast into my head
Hot bullets fired bring flowers into bloom,
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
We have his identity, the killer,
We have him now,
We have his remains and inner illness on display
Springtime, gotta turn this off.
Not this day in April.
Flowers blooming at the end of the sound of shooting
Springtime, gotta turn this off.
I can see the flowers though, in the blood
I'm seeing like the poet sees
How to make light of bloody massacre?
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
With light, there's darkness,
So in heaven too.
Shut your eyes, block your ears
No. no. Springtime, gotta' turn this stuff off.
Now Bush! Agh! look away kids
Now a cryptic note, a weirdo' poem/note
A suicide tattoo, oh, ou,
Shut your eyes, block your ears
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
Terrible blood bath in America
Oh God, not another war now, not again,
Was this indiscriminate or planned?
Was HE a Muslim or not a Muslim
What is a Muslim? What is an American?
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
Oh, i dunno what's what, anymore.
Questions about a boy to help answer
More questions about a why?
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
Damn, gotta go out and buy dinner
Water the tomato plants
Oh No, Not another war
Not now, not over this
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
Forget about it, stop trying to
Solve this murder
Is it another "plot to secure more security contracts
More scanners, more nuke deals with Korea?"
I read on that on a Horror blog today
Springtime, gotta' turn this off now.
More gun
Control?
Springtime, gotta' turn this off now, damn,
Who makes them guns and the ammo?
OFF!
Turn on to TV like a Junky, turning to the news
Wondering why? Cooking noodles and Tofu
Trying to think like a murderer, umm,
In the Killers shoes while wtaching the sad news
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
I'm looking at American/Korean relations
Historically with internet
I'm Looking for a revenge, a crime motive, a reason?
Springtime, gotta' turn this off.
These things seem like an infinitum absurdumb
As Suicide and death: absurdumb
Who manufactured the Bullets?
Why can't we read all the death note yet?
Why the security failure and communication failure?
Springtime, this time, i really gotta'
Turn this Newspeak off and eat somthing
Get Hooked pt.3 Fly Acrillic
Somebody's going into business
Competition Commission inquiry
Trade Union busting, Worldwide
Slave wage? Tescopoly Commis-
Sion impossible? How can you
Fully gauge their global IMPACT
Winter blackout electric drought
And climate change, country all
Skint'd by the illegal War. Got
Any lamp oil, Jobs? MONOPOLY
Everywhere. On water on air.
Ghosts of Thatcher's Britain. GET
HOOKED on Kapitalismus. Here
Comes E-Baysbody. Amazon
World trade and google, digital
Highs. Get hooked on electronic
DRUGS! Internet Direct delivery
Service. Who issues it, how? Get
Loan, get hooked on consumism.
Rusting iron-ore sunset Through
Cracked looking glass, sand Led
And a bitter pint. Not rioting just
Wrioting Making "herb" Tunes for
Bob. At peace with Mary Jane.
Gordon Brown in Bollywood, Bush
Disney world, Blair in theological
Tennis tournaments With Cliff R.
Me down the pub pissed, Lottery
Economy X-factory life. Balls all
Up in air, have yours Dropped?
Get hooked On Urban Shamanism
Big Brother maybe watching YOU
His Sister Him the last time I had
Looked. Crime against humanity
Crimes Against nature. Tzar's
"Faith Based" government wishes
Humanity Dumb, hooked on sugar
Meat And Koks-Kapitalismus. Drop
The "IS" of identity and discover
Semantic clarity. Oled Angleterre
Of mud n' blog I love thee so.
I Love BOG Spirit S/he hooks me.
Get hooked on nature, seed, fruit
Flower, waterfall the OUR "Rivière"
The ills, my spores rest on the air
Mycoremediation of decaying nation
Riverruning renewal. A lone duck
Pushes on down rivière. Quacking!
Sovereignty = nature and Wealth
Eglise d'Etat spires now interrupt
Malvern, Clent GREEN space. Distant
Chinese landscapes? A Salamander
Spitting fire on Dudley coat of arms.
Peace comes of communicaxion.
Wikipedia culture wiki-Commons
Google government Not a House of
Corpses. A huge democratic theatre
To Broadcast yourself! Get Hooked.
TRU-TUBE! Total broadband aware-
Ness and blue-tooth democracy
NOW! Total Information Awareness
Of awareness, Get Reality Support
Systems swiftly swiftly. When i think
Of it? The Government stole mums
Water, but can there be a holy War?
Seal the vision: Don't PUSH the river!
What region Borough County district
Territory, Reich, Nation, Union, New
WORLD Order? Quick Uprising for
Easter time up up like
Lazarus, Finnegan and Prometheus
WILSON. Let the wind speak, Aisey
Now, through the clear bardo state.
Culled from my book:
WORLD PISS: THE SPORE OR THE WOIDS
Competition Commission inquiry
Trade Union busting, Worldwide
Slave wage? Tescopoly Commis-
Sion impossible? How can you
Fully gauge their global IMPACT
Winter blackout electric drought
And climate change, country all
Skint'd by the illegal War. Got
Any lamp oil, Jobs? MONOPOLY
Everywhere. On water on air.
Ghosts of Thatcher's Britain. GET
HOOKED on Kapitalismus. Here
Comes E-Baysbody. Amazon
World trade and google, digital
Highs. Get hooked on electronic
DRUGS! Internet Direct delivery
Service. Who issues it, how? Get
Loan, get hooked on consumism.
Rusting iron-ore sunset Through
Cracked looking glass, sand Led
And a bitter pint. Not rioting just
Wrioting Making "herb" Tunes for
Bob. At peace with Mary Jane.
Gordon Brown in Bollywood, Bush
Disney world, Blair in theological
Tennis tournaments With Cliff R.
Me down the pub pissed, Lottery
Economy X-factory life. Balls all
Up in air, have yours Dropped?
Get hooked On Urban Shamanism
Big Brother maybe watching YOU
His Sister Him the last time I had
Looked. Crime against humanity
Crimes Against nature. Tzar's
"Faith Based" government wishes
Humanity Dumb, hooked on sugar
Meat And Koks-Kapitalismus. Drop
The "IS" of identity and discover
Semantic clarity. Oled Angleterre
Of mud n' blog I love thee so.
I Love BOG Spirit S/he hooks me.
Get hooked on nature, seed, fruit
Flower, waterfall the OUR "Rivière"
The ills, my spores rest on the air
Mycoremediation of decaying nation
Riverruning renewal. A lone duck
Pushes on down rivière. Quacking!
Sovereignty = nature and Wealth
Eglise d'Etat spires now interrupt
Malvern, Clent GREEN space. Distant
Chinese landscapes? A Salamander
Spitting fire on Dudley coat of arms.
Peace comes of communicaxion.
Wikipedia culture wiki-Commons
Google government Not a House of
Corpses. A huge democratic theatre
To Broadcast yourself! Get Hooked.
TRU-TUBE! Total broadband aware-
Ness and blue-tooth democracy
NOW! Total Information Awareness
Of awareness, Get Reality Support
Systems swiftly swiftly. When i think
Of it? The Government stole mums
Water, but can there be a holy War?
Seal the vision: Don't PUSH the river!
What region Borough County district
Territory, Reich, Nation, Union, New
WORLD Order? Quick Uprising for
Easter time up up like
Lazarus, Finnegan and Prometheus
WILSON. Let the wind speak, Aisey
Now, through the clear bardo state.
Culled from my book:
WORLD PISS: THE SPORE OR THE WOIDS
New Page in the book of the World
One of my fav. books.
Small and handy for short trips.
This book was course work for the 'Ideogramic Method" class conducted at the Maybelogic Academy.
"This twentieth century not only turns a new page in the book of the world, but opens another and a startling chapter. Vistas of strange futures unfold for man, of world-embracing cultures half weaned from Europe, of hitherto undreamed responsibilities for nations and races. -Ernest Fenollosa, The Chinese written character as a medium for poetry
Small and handy for short trips.
This book was course work for the 'Ideogramic Method" class conducted at the Maybelogic Academy.
"This twentieth century not only turns a new page in the book of the world, but opens another and a startling chapter. Vistas of strange futures unfold for man, of world-embracing cultures half weaned from Europe, of hitherto undreamed responsibilities for nations and races. -Ernest Fenollosa, The Chinese written character as a medium for poetry
T is for Tale: of the Tribe (Happy NEW Year!)
I made this reply at a forum to a question about the
Tale of the Tribe - the title of an unfinished book by
Robert Anton Wilson, and also the name of a past course
At the Maybelogic Academy, which may return as a self
Directed course in the future!
fly
There is a book titled "The Tale of the Tribe":
Ezra Pound and the modern verse epic by Micheal Bernstein.
Although RAW's interpretation of the tale of the tribe and
The course work material expand way beyond Pound and poetry
This book IMHO still gives a wonderful "Rag bag of notes"
From which to tuck into. It might be classed as literary criticism
At a library or bookshop? but now after RAW's touch,
This book has become a great research tool for me,
I would say a good introduction to some RAW TOTT material
The Chinese Written character as a medium for poetry by
Ernest Fenallosa proved to be another valuable, insightful text
For making the most of the class, and perceiving differently
You can find this text on-line.
The Cantos of Ezra Pound and
Finnegans Wake by James Joyce are two primary
Texts/maps/puzzles permeating the entire course,
And known universe - read them and re-read them Bob
Might say.
Here are the wiki entries for the major tribe players below,
If you can hold the vision - these characters with RAW himself
At the mixing desk are THE "tale of the tribe" - in some sense,
Happy New Year!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giordano_Bruno
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marshall_Mcluhan
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ezra_Pound
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Joyce
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Fenollosa
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bucky_Fuller
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giambattista_Vico
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alister_Crowley
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Leary
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Butler_Yeats
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lilly
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Anton_Wilson
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eight_circuit_model_of_consciousness
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Krassner
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Shannon
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korzybski
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nietzsche
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dymaxion
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_von_Neumann
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludwig_Wittgenstein
Tale of the Tribe - the title of an unfinished book by
Robert Anton Wilson, and also the name of a past course
At the Maybelogic Academy, which may return as a self
Directed course in the future!
fly
There is a book titled "The Tale of the Tribe":
Ezra Pound and the modern verse epic by Micheal Bernstein.
Although RAW's interpretation of the tale of the tribe and
The course work material expand way beyond Pound and poetry
This book IMHO still gives a wonderful "Rag bag of notes"
From which to tuck into. It might be classed as literary criticism
At a library or bookshop? but now after RAW's touch,
This book has become a great research tool for me,
I would say a good introduction to some RAW TOTT material
The Chinese Written character as a medium for poetry by
Ernest Fenallosa proved to be another valuable, insightful text
For making the most of the class, and perceiving differently
You can find this text on-line.
The Cantos of Ezra Pound and
Finnegans Wake by James Joyce are two primary
Texts/maps/puzzles permeating the entire course,
And known universe - read them and re-read them Bob
Might say.
Here are the wiki entries for the major tribe players below,
If you can hold the vision - these characters with RAW himself
At the mixing desk are THE "tale of the tribe" - in some sense,
Happy New Year!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giordano_Bruno
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marshall_Mcluhan
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ezra_Pound
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Joyce
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Fenollosa
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bucky_Fuller
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giambattista_Vico
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alister_Crowley
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Leary
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Butler_Yeats
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lilly
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Anton_Wilson
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eight_circuit_model_of_consciousness
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Krassner
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Shannon
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korzybski
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nietzsche
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dymaxion
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_von_Neumann
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludwig_Wittgenstein
LS is for Li Sao and Canto CXIII
for Bob.
"And the road upper apple-boughs
mostly grass-covered
And the olives to windward
Kalenda Maja
Li Sao, Li Sao, for sorrow
But there is something intelligent in the cherry-stone
--Ezra Pound, Canto CXIII.
LI SAO by Qu Yuan
I cultivate plenty of fragrant thoroughwort
And plant a multitude of orchid
With ligusticum and sweet grass on the ridges
And inter cropped wild ginger and dahurican angelica.
I wish they grew tall with luxuriant branches and leaves
That I can reap when they grow up.
I lament not that they may wither
But they go degenerated and mixed with disorderly weeds.
I am dressed in the garment
Made up of water cal trop leaves and lotus.
I won't care if I am not to be understood,
So long as I remain lofty and honest.
Putting on a high official hat,
I adorn myself with long ornaments.
Even though the fragrant and clean
Are nowadays mingled with the filthy,
My moral characters are never harmed and corrupted
That are so perfect and pure!
Setting out from the Change Mountain at dawn I keep driving
Till I arrive in the middle of the Kunlun Mountains at dusk.
Here I want to have a stop
In front of the carved doors of Immortals' Palace,
For the sun is soon setting.
I order Xihe, the chauffeur of god of Sun, to pull up his chariot
So it won't come near to the Yanzi Mountain
Where the sun enters and sets.
Along the long and far-reaching road
Up in Heaven and down to Earth I will seek!
Qu Yuan
"And the road upper apple-boughs
mostly grass-covered
And the olives to windward
Kalenda Maja
Li Sao, Li Sao, for sorrow
But there is something intelligent in the cherry-stone
--Ezra Pound, Canto CXIII.
LI SAO by Qu Yuan
I cultivate plenty of fragrant thoroughwort
And plant a multitude of orchid
With ligusticum and sweet grass on the ridges
And inter cropped wild ginger and dahurican angelica.
I wish they grew tall with luxuriant branches and leaves
That I can reap when they grow up.
I lament not that they may wither
But they go degenerated and mixed with disorderly weeds.
I am dressed in the garment
Made up of water cal trop leaves and lotus.
I won't care if I am not to be understood,
So long as I remain lofty and honest.
Putting on a high official hat,
I adorn myself with long ornaments.
Even though the fragrant and clean
Are nowadays mingled with the filthy,
My moral characters are never harmed and corrupted
That are so perfect and pure!
Setting out from the Change Mountain at dawn I keep driving
Till I arrive in the middle of the Kunlun Mountains at dusk.
Here I want to have a stop
In front of the carved doors of Immortals' Palace,
For the sun is soon setting.
I order Xihe, the chauffeur of god of Sun, to pull up his chariot
So it won't come near to the Yanzi Mountain
Where the sun enters and sets.
Along the long and far-reaching road
Up in Heaven and down to Earth I will seek!
Qu Yuan
Robert Anton Wilson R.I.P 1932-2007
Stuck for the precise words
Li Sao!
robertantonwilson.blogspot.com
FlyRAWInterview 2002
Have a great trip!
Peace
fly
The Number 23 [THE MOVIE] Feat Jim Carey
Yeah, i can relate to the synopsis of this movie Number 23. It is Due for release 23/2
This movie has Robert Anton Wilson all over, under and secreted through it, and William Burroughs too, as he turned RAW onto the 23 enigma originally - see RAW's book "Cosmic Trigger: The Final secret of the Illuminati" for more details. This book and possibly ILLUMINATUS itself, written with Bob Shea, might be the book outside of the movie that can pull YOU into the movie. At least this synopsis outlines the kind of strange phenomena i have personally experienced after gratfing the number 23 onto my DJ avatar and drafting in some strange and wonderful entities!
It's like a story within a tale within a dream within a perpetual case of Deja Vu, and i have not seen the damn movie yet! Set to become a cult classic i rekon, i predict. If it's called the number 23 then it has extra meaning to me, because i have been touched by the 23 enigma, i have proof that it is NOT just another number after 22 and before 24. 23 has a very magical quality. It once spoke to me and said Fly Agaric. My birth date 15/04/76 = 23, when you add the single digits together and my birth year 1976 also = 23. What does this mean? well, it means you should buy MY book "World Piss: The spore or the woids" and find out for yourself. I think it means we are all going into space on the 23rd of some month or other, i am not certain which one yet, maybe December, maybe July? Maybe this movie will hold some clues. I discovered it best NOT to read too deeply into numerology from my encounter with the 23 enigma, and Cosmic Trigger - to a limited extent. Maybe this movie will re:light my 23 fire? I hope so, lets all watch it together and moke annoint.
"Animal control officer Walter Sparrow (Jim Carrey) has found a book he doesn't dare put down. By reading a mysterious novel, "The Number 23", given to him as a birthday gift by his wife, Agatha (Virginia Madsen), Walter wists his once placid existence into an inferno of psychological torture that could possible lead him to his death and the deaths of his loved ones. And all because of a number: The Numer 23.
The novel is a chilling murder mystery that seems to mirrow Walter's life in dark and uncontrollable ways. The life of the book's main character, a brooding detective named Fingerling (also played by Jim Carrey), is filled with moments that echo Walter's own history. As the world of the book starts to come alive, Walter becomes infected by the most frightening and evocative part of it: Fingerling's obsession with the hidden power of the number 23.
This obsession permeates the book and begins to control Walter. He sees the number everywhere in his own life and becomes convinced that he is damned to commit the same horrific crime as Fingerling - murder. Nightmarish fantasies come to haunt Walter concerning terrible fates for his wife as well as family friend Isaac French (Danny Huston), placing him on a desperate quest to understand the mysteries of the book.
If he can unlock the power behind the number 23, he may be able to change his future. - www.jimcarreyonline.com/movies/23
FLY AGARIC
Acrillic Figa
FW is for Finnegans Wake: Awake Aweek. Part:1 Episode:5 Page:106
Happy Holidays everyone.
I found myself swimming in the wake again this week, this jumped out and asked to be posted.
Link to the entire blook @ the End.
Fly Acrillic
serve Him with Thee, Of all the Wide Torsos in all the Wild Glen,
O'Donogh, White Donogh, He's Hue to Me Cry, I'm the Stitch
in his Baskside You'd be Nought Without Mom, To Keep the
Huskies off the Hustings and Picture Pets from Lifting Shops,
Norsker Torsker Find the Poddle, He Perssed Me Here with the Ardour
of a Tonnoburkes, A Boob Was Weeping This Mower was Reaping,
O'Loughlin, Up from the Pit of my Stomach I Swish you the White
of the Mourning, Inglo-Andeen Medoleys from Tommany Moohr,
The Great Polynesional Entertrainer Exhibits Ballantine
Brautchers with the Link of Natures, The Mimic of Meg Neg end
the Mackeys, Entered as the Lastest Pigtarial and My Pooridiocal
at Stitchioner's Hall, Siegfield Follies and or a Gentlehomme's Faut
Pas, See the First Book of Jealesies Pessim, The Suspended
Sentence, A Pretty Brick Story for Childsize Heroes, As Lo Our Sleep,
I Knew I'd Got it in Me so Thit settles That, Thonderbalt Captain
Smeth and La Belle Sauvage Pocahonteuse, Way for Wet Week
Welikin's Douchka Marianne, The Last of the Fingallians, It Was
Me Egged Him on to the Stork Exchange and Lent my Dutiful
Face to His Customs, Chee Chee Cheels on their China Miction,
Pickedmeup Peters, Lumptytumtumpty had a Big Fall, Pimpimp
Pimpimp, Measly Ventures of Two Lice and the Fall of Fruit,
The Fokes Family Interior, If my Spreadeagles Wasn't so Tight
I'd Loosen my Cursits on that Bunch of Maggiestraps, Allolosha
Popofetts and Howke Cotchme Eye, Seen Aples and Thin Dyed,
i big U to Beleaves from Love and Mother, Fine's Fault was no
Felon, Exat Delvin Renter Life,The Flash that Flies from Vuggy's
Eyes has Set Me Hair On Fire, His is the House that Malt Made,
Divine Views from Back to the Front, Abe to Sare Stood Icyk
Neuter till Brahm Taulked Him Common Sex, A Nibble at Eve
Will That Bowal Relieve, Allfor Guineas, Sounds and Compliments
Libidous, Seven Wives Awake Aweek, Airy Ann and Berber Blut,
Amy Licks Porter While Huffy Chops Eads, Abbrace of Umbellas
or a Tripple of Caines, Buttbutterbust, From the Manorlord Hoved
to the Misses O'Mollies and from the Dames to their Sames,
Manyfestoons for the Colleagues on the Green, An Outstanding Back and
an Excellent Halfcentre if Called on, As Tree is Quick and Stone is - FINNEGANS WAKE. Part:1 Episode:5 Page:106
Acrillic Figa
I found myself swimming in the wake again this week, this jumped out and asked to be posted.
Link to the entire blook @ the End.
Fly Acrillic
serve Him with Thee, Of all the Wide Torsos in all the Wild Glen,
O'Donogh, White Donogh, He's Hue to Me Cry, I'm the Stitch
in his Baskside You'd be Nought Without Mom, To Keep the
Huskies off the Hustings and Picture Pets from Lifting Shops,
Norsker Torsker Find the Poddle, He Perssed Me Here with the Ardour
of a Tonnoburkes, A Boob Was Weeping This Mower was Reaping,
O'Loughlin, Up from the Pit of my Stomach I Swish you the White
of the Mourning, Inglo-Andeen Medoleys from Tommany Moohr,
The Great Polynesional Entertrainer Exhibits Ballantine
Brautchers with the Link of Natures, The Mimic of Meg Neg end
the Mackeys, Entered as the Lastest Pigtarial and My Pooridiocal
at Stitchioner's Hall, Siegfield Follies and or a Gentlehomme's Faut
Pas, See the First Book of Jealesies Pessim, The Suspended
Sentence, A Pretty Brick Story for Childsize Heroes, As Lo Our Sleep,
I Knew I'd Got it in Me so Thit settles That, Thonderbalt Captain
Smeth and La Belle Sauvage Pocahonteuse, Way for Wet Week
Welikin's Douchka Marianne, The Last of the Fingallians, It Was
Me Egged Him on to the Stork Exchange and Lent my Dutiful
Face to His Customs, Chee Chee Cheels on their China Miction,
Pickedmeup Peters, Lumptytumtumpty had a Big Fall, Pimpimp
Pimpimp, Measly Ventures of Two Lice and the Fall of Fruit,
The Fokes Family Interior, If my Spreadeagles Wasn't so Tight
I'd Loosen my Cursits on that Bunch of Maggiestraps, Allolosha
Popofetts and Howke Cotchme Eye, Seen Aples and Thin Dyed,
i big U to Beleaves from Love and Mother, Fine's Fault was no
Felon, Exat Delvin Renter Life,The Flash that Flies from Vuggy's
Eyes has Set Me Hair On Fire, His is the House that Malt Made,
Divine Views from Back to the Front, Abe to Sare Stood Icyk
Neuter till Brahm Taulked Him Common Sex, A Nibble at Eve
Will That Bowal Relieve, Allfor Guineas, Sounds and Compliments
Libidous, Seven Wives Awake Aweek, Airy Ann and Berber Blut,
Amy Licks Porter While Huffy Chops Eads, Abbrace of Umbellas
or a Tripple of Caines, Buttbutterbust, From the Manorlord Hoved
to the Misses O'Mollies and from the Dames to their Sames,
Manyfestoons for the Colleagues on the Green, An Outstanding Back and
an Excellent Halfcentre if Called on, As Tree is Quick and Stone is - FINNEGANS WAKE. Part:1 Episode:5 Page:106
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BC is for Blueberry Cave: by Garaj Mahal
I was fortunate enough to be on two cuts from this album, as DJ Fly Agaric 23.
So, i'll be finding my way into some record shop or other near you soon, with abit of luck.
Blueberry Cave is a winner in the 2007 Independent Music Awards, whose esteemed panel of judges include Peter Gabriel, Ozzy Osbourne, McCoy Tyner, Paul Oakenfold, Suzanne Vega, Cyndi Lauper, Marc Ribot, Buddy Guy, David Grisman, Bebel Gilberto, Bill Frisell, Rob Wasserman and FatBoy Slim. The album was selected as the Winner of the Album - Jam category from the largest number of entries the program has received to date, according to award organizers Music Resource Group. - Garaj Mahal.net
Acrillic Figa
So, i'll be finding my way into some record shop or other near you soon, with abit of luck.
Blueberry Cave is a winner in the 2007 Independent Music Awards, whose esteemed panel of judges include Peter Gabriel, Ozzy Osbourne, McCoy Tyner, Paul Oakenfold, Suzanne Vega, Cyndi Lauper, Marc Ribot, Buddy Guy, David Grisman, Bebel Gilberto, Bill Frisell, Rob Wasserman and FatBoy Slim. The album was selected as the Winner of the Album - Jam category from the largest number of entries the program has received to date, according to award organizers Music Resource Group. - Garaj Mahal.net
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T is for TRYDONT 2013
Please, Mr Blair
(now...Mr Cameron)
Please TRYDONT!
Again I ask myself (in 2006 and 2013)
Trident of Victoria on a
Two penny peace?
Tridents are manufactured
in Britains BOMB factory!
(Somebody call the POLICE!
Quick, a BOMB factory!
BBC News from 2000
on your coat of arms,
those dolphins, please remove them.
Royal Navy Seals
you do NOTHING but ill to
marine life.
And as far as i know,
give a fuck about
real Lions, or seals!
why not spend the money on
clean drinking water,
adequate food and
some shelters?
livingry for the
BILLIONS of people
around the world and
millions in the UK!
who would want to
terrorize them rather than
help?
what sadistic sons of
bitches?
may Poseidon and all the Gods and Goddesses
of the ocean curse
the nuke dealers, lobbyists and M.P's
responsible for Trident
(now...Mr Cameron)
Please TRYDONT!
Again I ask myself (in 2006 and 2013)
Trident of Victoria on a
Two penny peace?
Tridents are manufactured
in Britains BOMB factory!
(Somebody call the POLICE!
Quick, a BOMB factory!
BBC News from 2000
on your coat of arms,
those dolphins, please remove them.
Royal Navy Seals
you do NOTHING but ill to
marine life.
And as far as i know,
give a fuck about
real Lions, or seals!
why not spend the money on
clean drinking water,
adequate food and
some shelters?
livingry for the
BILLIONS of people
around the world and
who would want to
terrorize them rather than
help?
what sadistic sons of
bitches?
may Poseidon and all the Gods and Goddesses
of the ocean curse
the nuke dealers, lobbyists and M.P's
responsible for Trident
T is for Tyrrells Potato Chip at Tesco's
"In January 2005, Tesco faced criticism for their testing of RFID tags used to collect information on product movement in pilot stores. Critics label the tags "Spy Chips" and allege that they are to be used to collect information on customers' shopping habits. - Tesco @ Wiki
"Tyrrells Potato Chips, a Herefordshire-based company with a turnover of just £10m, had refused to supply its upmarket ranges to Tesco but found that the retailer was selling its products at a reduced price in 70 stores, having sourced them on the grey market. Following complaints from Tyrrells, Tesco declined to stop selling the products. So Will Chase, Tyrrells' founder, appointed HBJ Gateley Wareing, the law firm, to examine his legal options. - ARTICLE
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"Tyrrells Potato Chips, a Herefordshire-based company with a turnover of just £10m, had refused to supply its upmarket ranges to Tesco but found that the retailer was selling its products at a reduced price in 70 stores, having sourced them on the grey market. Following complaints from Tyrrells, Tesco declined to stop selling the products. So Will Chase, Tyrrells' founder, appointed HBJ Gateley Wareing, the law firm, to examine his legal options. - ARTICLE
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MCC is for Mushrooms and Climate Change.
After reading a little of the new Stern report about Global climate change and proposed new Green Taxes i remembered the theme of my Spring essay for the magazine Maybelogic Quarterly: Mycoremediation. ALIGHT MATTER by Fly agaric 23
Governments will ignore the medicinal, environmental, and social benefits of mushrooms at their peril.
I hope that somebody will read this book and help get this mycoremediation revolution going, running.
Thankyou Paul Stamets for taking mushrooms and their properties very seriously and unleashing the science fiction therein.
If you are in the UK i rekon that picking some Liberty caps and settling down somewhere comfortable to contemplate global mycoremdiation and the potential to tackle global Climate change with mushrooms. This might be the most important question for mankind, or it could make you laugh and smile a bit?
Fly Agaric 23
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Governments will ignore the medicinal, environmental, and social benefits of mushrooms at their peril.
I hope that somebody will read this book and help get this mycoremediation revolution going, running.
Thankyou Paul Stamets for taking mushrooms and their properties very seriously and unleashing the science fiction therein.
If you are in the UK i rekon that picking some Liberty caps and settling down somewhere comfortable to contemplate global mycoremdiation and the potential to tackle global Climate change with mushrooms. This might be the most important question for mankind, or it could make you laugh and smile a bit?
Fly Agaric 23
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A message to Corporate Marketing D'evils and historical materialists...
I met Bruce Sterling, very briefly, at an Information technology, global ecology conference held in San Francisco, called "planetworkers" in 2000 A.D. His absolutlyfucking brilliant presentation, full of satire and typical neird-wit, was through a Scanner-Sterling lens focused upon a recent fire (May 2000) at the Los Alamos laboratories. He left no pun unpunished. He said that he quickly put this satirical-prose together on his flight, and i believed him. Inventive sharp-cutting satire, poetic genius, and a refreshing insightful criticism though without any low personal attacks, tabaloid-like attatcks, on character, or even Human error in some sense. Other forces are at work here.
I felt a refreshing contempt for the dull profit driven industrial/militaristic/agricultural/media marketing monsters too. IMAMMM "my own interpretation of THEM. THEY. The wealth and life-support monopilists. Maybe YOU are hypnotised by IMAMMM today? The excellent Planetworkers conference and its wide range of participants went on to provide concise, practicle, sustainable alternatives, GREEN ideas - if you like - which provided a vital backdrop for Sterling's particular species of silver-flash discourse.
After that experience Bruce Sterling became a name that i looked out for. A Novelist, and linguistic gymnast, [see google video below] video linked below, gives you a taste of Sterling. For the record, i detect the felt presence of William S. Burroughs, Philip K. Dick, Robert Anton Wilson, Leary and Mckenna in his presentation too. But i would do, naturally, because i admire these literary giants so much and feel most attracted to their world views and reality tunnels. The Novelist and poet deserve equal respect and attention, NEWS attention, IMHO, as the popular scientist and engineer - the champions of our popular technological industrial world - for the novelist, and other exponents of quality literature, include the more murky and subtle "social-psychological" parameters hidden within us all, often missing, occult, edited-out or watered down by the mediaters of our pissy-trickle-down "mainstream" of daily electronic signals; our surrounding digital environs. A technosphere becoming increasingly under attack or under renewal? from a kind of SPIME? trying to SELL/GIVE something, or make YOU believe/doubt something fundamentally, or maybe just partially? Do you see Brightly or darkly? I feel Bruce has a lot of questions for us, the digital aged, that will be of critical importance to our children and the future populations of Humanica! [
Blogjects created by clouds, spy chips and hyperlinked OBJECTS. GOOGLING life-support systems etc. Yeah, exactly. Immediatism. And the radical semantic implications of shortening the time between what you think and what you will, to their manifestation's in 3 dimensional space time. Its a kind of magic then? MIND? BODY? SPEECH? How will a corporate consumer landscape, for example, be changed by the introduction of the electronic TAO? Immediatism? You will become what you think, eat and act out almost Instantaneously? MIND BODY SPEECH. Supported by the hyperlinked GLOBAL tinternet? And so....
"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him. - Buddha"
Welcome to the afterfuture.
Bruce Sterling speaking at LIFT conference.
SPIME
Acrillic Figa
I felt a refreshing contempt for the dull profit driven industrial/militaristic/agricultural/media marketing monsters too. IMAMMM "my own interpretation of THEM. THEY. The wealth and life-support monopilists. Maybe YOU are hypnotised by IMAMMM today? The excellent Planetworkers conference and its wide range of participants went on to provide concise, practicle, sustainable alternatives, GREEN ideas - if you like - which provided a vital backdrop for Sterling's particular species of silver-flash discourse.
After that experience Bruce Sterling became a name that i looked out for. A Novelist, and linguistic gymnast, [see google video below] video linked below, gives you a taste of Sterling. For the record, i detect the felt presence of William S. Burroughs, Philip K. Dick, Robert Anton Wilson, Leary and Mckenna in his presentation too. But i would do, naturally, because i admire these literary giants so much and feel most attracted to their world views and reality tunnels. The Novelist and poet deserve equal respect and attention, NEWS attention, IMHO, as the popular scientist and engineer - the champions of our popular technological industrial world - for the novelist, and other exponents of quality literature, include the more murky and subtle "social-psychological" parameters hidden within us all, often missing, occult, edited-out or watered down by the mediaters of our pissy-trickle-down "mainstream" of daily electronic signals; our surrounding digital environs. A technosphere becoming increasingly under attack or under renewal? from a kind of SPIME? trying to SELL/GIVE something, or make YOU believe/doubt something fundamentally, or maybe just partially? Do you see Brightly or darkly? I feel Bruce has a lot of questions for us, the digital aged, that will be of critical importance to our children and the future populations of Humanica! [
Blogjects created by clouds, spy chips and hyperlinked OBJECTS. GOOGLING life-support systems etc. Yeah, exactly. Immediatism. And the radical semantic implications of shortening the time between what you think and what you will, to their manifestation's in 3 dimensional space time. Its a kind of magic then? MIND? BODY? SPEECH? How will a corporate consumer landscape, for example, be changed by the introduction of the electronic TAO? Immediatism? You will become what you think, eat and act out almost Instantaneously? MIND BODY SPEECH. Supported by the hyperlinked GLOBAL tinternet? And so....
"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him. - Buddha"
Welcome to the afterfuture.
Bruce Sterling speaking at LIFT conference.
SPIME
Acrillic Figa
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