I have been writing and posting at internet for over 4 years, and since owning my first computer in July 2005 i increased my web activity thrice fold. I just experienced a mac hardrive crash and am currently using borrowed computer terminals, contemplating a new processor...
I would like to link to some of my friends, and some of my own work-spaces/screens at various web addresses - as a ODE - to the web critters who have helped bring me into the bloggsphere by linking and commenting and co-creating with me. Listening and making sense out of my strange cuisine. Thankyou...
Steven "fly Agaric 23" Pratt.
MPHDJ
http://maybelogic.blogspot.com/
http://schudio.co.uk/
http://www.maybelogic.net/
http://clinamen23.blogspot.com/
http://www.buddhafart.com/
http://www.myspace.com/propagandaanonymous
http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/08/0801FlyRAWInterview.htm
http://raw.maybeee.com/
www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=21887797208 (Keep The Ravioli In Orbit. Backface Group)
http://www.maybelogic.org/
http://www.myspace.com/flyagaric23
http://johnsinclair.us/10for2/
D is for Digital Arts: A Tim Leary quote translated.
FAT BOY by flyagaric23
"Surrealism produced a slick, smooth-plastic fake reality that was later perfected by Sony. In Tokyo i have listened to electronic anthropologists argue that Dali's graphic "The Persistance of Memory" - featuring melting watches - created modern Japanese culture, which no one can deny is eminently surreal. -- Dr. Timothy Leary. CYBERPUNKS CYBERFREEDOM. RONIN PRESS 2008. PG. 115.
C is for CHU: Painted Plane
Sea'in and not-seen,
from the nozzel to object
& knu end language of gas ungrasspalpabble.
GAS bag of AEROSOUL beyond...Chuscape't.
Wind and stars. Fillamint-buster and the firm-cement. Spewing gas but some froth and cake't up swirl of pigment. Congress. Vortexture of cream.
Yes. Cherry Peppermint swirl, Jungle Lozenge mumint, See weed green with blush.As seen from a Nozzle head of the game at hand.
Objects hunted down AND NEUTRALIZED. CornersRemoved, adjusted, arranged according to the
CHUSCAPE 360 exit'Planet Graffiti Mustards. Skeye Socket, pivot, ball and fully flexi jointed. Perceptual waltz into and out of that word..Corpse-
manure on the lips of the Literati. What IS and ISN'T? Litres of spit-atoms brew nothing NEW on TV? swatches? The Great Lie, Con,
Insider trade and perceptual coersionYes. The great spirit of Illusion.
Cracked open and caked to our faces. Deception turned into ART Mask and Anti ART Mask Painted Plane, painted banking towers.
Painted cardboard people.Nozzle-view sees through that, and through timespice pace pace. Masking, anti-masking the delightful environmint,
YOUCAN - You are the Nozzle of perception. Just spew it.
Paint seas of snot green. Papermunt Origreeny Hulk.
Cream cake of Nozzle clog residua - spurts rusty cherry bombsLike a Jam donut explosion, cap switch switch.
And the picture has not yet even fully taken shape, even, as, i write this.Chuscaprism from Alphabeta v 1.0
I painted, from one viewpoint, a CHUSCAPE vision of an aeroplane engine falling
through the roof of the bar. –CHU
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http://stores.lulu.com/flyagaric23
http://fatteningblogsforsnakes.blogspot.com/
http://flyolympic.blogspot.com/
http://wordspore.blogspot.com/
http://tsogblogsphere.blogspot.com/
http://flyagaric2019.blogspot.com/
http://acrillic.blogspot.com/
http://maybelogic.blogspot.com/
http://electronicdrugs.blogspot.com/
http://ataleofatribe.blogspot.com/
http://www.myspace.com/flyagaric23
http://www.myspace.com/flyagaric24
http://www.myspace.com/rawmemorial
http://soundcloud.com/flyagaric23
http://www.flickr.com/photos/14660896@N05/
http://djflyagaric23.blogspot.com/
R is for RETAIL ACTIVITY (alphabeta transliteration v1.0)
RETAIL ACTIVITY, a aerosol painting on canvas by CHU.
Fly Agaric Xpandjin’ the context, into alphabeta. Feedback loops.
2009/6002 upsidedown…
Some changed (REMI’T) terms: FREE MARKET - FREEDOM TO MARK IT’ WITH GRAFFITI - CAPITALISM - AEROSOL CAP’ USED TO DIFFUSE COLOUR - CONSPIRACY - COMING TOGETHER OF ONE OR MORE FORCES - ART - INSIDER TRADE.
Americana paint PAWD over Disneylyed
A new window into the reality of NOW. Fake simulations.
Your culture today? Virtual Cultural Jocking by the major crim’ syndacate
ARTIST buying time for the audience to buy themselves out. Degrading the consumer
By degrading the product.
“Will art have the right to a second, interminable existence, like the
secret services that, as we know, haven’t had any secrets to steal or exchange
for some time but who still continue to flourish in utter superstition of their
usefulness, perpetuating their own myth. — Baudrillard, The Conspiracy of Art.
1996.
Turning the shopper into shop. Nouns into stone. Grey wall. Yes. No. Mighta'...
Retail Activity Infinite stupidity of consumer.
Insider grey shady trade wall.
Supermarket sweep-up.
CCTV, Banking, shopping, to infinity.
Retail Activity Infinite stupidity of consumer.
Insider grey shady trade wall.
Supermarket sweep-up.
CCTV, Banking, shopping, to infinity.
“The “stereo” effect of verse is not merely one of simultaneous stimulation of
two different brain areas, but also the result of a necessary integrative
collaboration and feedback between them. - Frederick Turner. Space and Time in
Chinese Verse.
Admidst all this con.crete money and fuzzy sign and
symbol maze making, words of support are few and far between.
Artists illegalized, jailed, punished, fined, criminalized.
Meanwhile the .GOV hand and purse is busy snatching everything - the artists
and creatives have made, slithering off…
and retailing them…exchange for cultural credibility.
Grafitti remains ILLEGAL in most countries. 2009!
Remixing environmental scene into new semantic maps.
Accents and interpretations, reflections. Yes. Fresh and improvisational as jazz
Already spanning over 300 languages worldwide and growing.
Aerosol Graffiti ART: giant monster gas everywhere & nowhere. Like TAO.
The last child sitting at his art desk is still smiling.
“Greenburg had always argued that the Old Masters, the classic 3-D realists, had
created “an illusion of space into which one could imagine oneself walking. –Tom
Wolfe, The Painted Word.
1975. Black Swan. pg. 78.
“RETAIL ACTIVITY” ripples off the tongue, out through the corridoors
The passageways RETAIL ACTIVITY! Like a track title to a musical masterpiece, yes.
The words given to a painting deserve close study.
Fossilized poems and the doors to epiphany.
RETAIL ACTIVITY. The recycling of the market economy?
The impossible reality. Retail ART market.
The labrynth ambiguity that haunts every shop.
The virus of language munching down the gates of market.
Retail intersection point. Mauled perception.
More image and more simulation, the more illusion power. yes.
Whose Buying all the images. THINGNESS virus on the loose. “Isness is an Illness.”
New retail activity in new ways of seeing
New ways of percieving, tools and windows and glosses
To reflect, amplify, redirect energy. Yes.
And provide - transparancy - the great gift of reflection.
RETAIL ACTIVITY MAXIMUS.
“RETAIL ACTIVITY” ripples off the tongue, out through the corridoors
The passageways RETAIL ACTIVITY! Like a track title to a musical masterpiece, yes.
The words given to a painting deserve close study.
Fossilized poems and the doors to epiphany.
RETAIL ACTIVITY. The recycling of the market economy?
The impossible reality. Retail ART market.
The labrynth ambiguity that haunts every shop.
The virus of language munching down the gates of market.
Retail intersection point. Mauled perception.
More image and more simulation, the more illusion power. yes.
Whose Buying all the images. THINGNESS virus on the loose. “Isness is an Illness.”
New retail activity in new ways of seeing
New ways of percieving, tools and windows and glosses
To reflect, amplify, redirect energy. Yes.
And provide - transparancy - the great gift of reflection.
RETAIL ACTIVITY MAXIMUS.
“Art has become involved (not only from the financial point of view of the art
market, but in the very management of aesthetic values) in the general process
of insider trading. Art is not alone: Politics, economics, the news all benefit
from the same complicity and ironic resignation from their consumers. –Jean
Baudrillard, The Conspiracy of Art. 1996.”
“Retail Activity” Punning heavily on RELATIVITY.
Chu = mc esher squared.
Capturing (SNAP) the NULL state of the art.
Mediocrity squared.
RECYCLING of the empty promise - Clang
The Global market retail activity bubble, doors shut! sale’s over.
PO PART! without warning of the imminent BURST/BUST recurse of language.
ART, what, art. What deception game
ART MACHINE industry kickin’ over. Non-Riemann turnover.
Into a happy new gear.
Painter and the media journalist wrestle. word/image. TV/Internet.
The marketear from the EYE corp., plays ref.
Godel and Escher and Bach screw into retail activity. Restoration of culture.
Chu = mc esher squared.
Capturing (SNAP) the NULL state of the art.
Mediocrity squared.
RECYCLING of the empty promise - Clang
The Global market retail activity bubble, doors shut! sale’s over.
PO PART! without warning of the imminent BURST/BUST recurse of language.
ART, what, art. What deception game
ART MACHINE industry kickin’ over. Non-Riemann turnover.
Into a happy new gear.
Painter and the media journalist wrestle. word/image. TV/Internet.
The marketear from the EYE corp., plays ref.
Godel and Escher and Bach screw into retail activity. Restoration of culture.
“It’s a facet of my mathematical ways, it’s all based on your point-of-view. By
continuing a line up a wall onto the ceiling you can delete corners and make the
ceiling disappear, depending on where you’re standing.” -chu
WITHIN THE KERNAL OF THE OLD SOCIETY.
Building upon scaffolding of new perception.
Our surrounding archetecture is a partial reflection
of the economic infrastructure.
Boom and Bust. Insider trade in word and image.
As Joyce’s Wake and Escher’s hand in it.
Bloom and burst! Times of rapid growth and expansion for some,
Spaces of contraction and dismemberment for many
The Market Economy.
ARTISTS chose a different way. Every time. Gurrantea’d.
But not turning the cheek but returning the cheek. Balancing the equation.
Building upon scaffolding of new perception.
Our surrounding archetecture is a partial reflection
of the economic infrastructure.
Boom and Bust. Insider trade in word and image.
As Joyce’s Wake and Escher’s hand in it.
Bloom and burst! Times of rapid growth and expansion for some,
Spaces of contraction and dismemberment for many
The Market Economy.
ARTISTS chose a different way. Every time. Gurrantea’d.
But not turning the cheek but returning the cheek. Balancing the equation.
”and then, having succeeded admirably, you ask with a sense of
see-what-i-mean? outrage: look, they don’t even buy our products! (Usually
referred to as “quality art.”) The art world had been successfully restricted to
about 10′000 souls worldwide, the beaux monded of a few metropolises. Of these,
perhaps no more than 300 - worldwide - bought current work (this year’s, last
year’s, the year-before’s) with any regularity; of these, perhaps 90 lived in
the United States. — Tom Wolfe, The Painted Word. 1975. Black Swan. pg.
67-68.
Retail Activity, the painting by CHU sums up & balances down equations vs. Shopping.
Aerosol Graffiti Art becomes indistinguishable from Magic.
Wimbledonization of our culture, art and music
Outernational finance strategy, made up by some dotty umpire.
Wimbledonization: (hosting the fattest, richest,
foreign - Casinocrats - at the expense of our own talent. )
British Art and Culture, how is it moderated? World Art?
Who and how? manipulated to suit whom? Retale’s wagging.
The world wall - itself - in the ACTIVITY of retail.
The myriad of reflection spaces of RETAIL of word and image to infinity.
Dudley M. Burroughs – (Chief Commissioner of Sewers)
Aerosol Graffiti Art becomes indistinguishable from Magic.
Wimbledonization of our culture, art and music
Outernational finance strategy, made up by some dotty umpire.
Wimbledonization: (hosting the fattest, richest,
foreign - Casinocrats - at the expense of our own talent. )
British Art and Culture, how is it moderated? World Art?
Who and how? manipulated to suit whom? Retale’s wagging.
The world wall - itself - in the ACTIVITY of retail.
The myriad of reflection spaces of RETAIL of word and image to infinity.
Dudley M. Burroughs – (Chief Commissioner of Sewers)
| posted on Jan 30 2009
After producing ‘Writing Hands’ I ventured deeper into the world of distorting the viewpoints, a thought process in two dimensional works that Escher is possibly most famous for. His lithograph entitled ‘Relativity’ was the next piece that I chose to remix.
In these days of economic crisis I also updated the piece to depict a modern market area, a supermarket or shopping mall, filled with glass panels (shamelessly achieved by the use of a paper edge). Instead of the three views culminating in exit points to organic backgrounds or nature, I chose to make the whole space an interior, with backgrounds of a shop, car park and a public sliding-door entrance.
The figures are also modernised; cash machine, struggling pensioners, drunks, maintenance orderly and shoppers. The perspectives got a little more funked-up, and the piece also has 15% value added (the original lithograph is square) accommodating the landscape proportion of the canvas.
The construction is visible in a short stop-frame video i produced to animate the process.
John Sinclair! @ Cafe OTO. January 20th' 2009.
http://www.cafeoto.co.uk/programme/JOHNSINCLAIR.shtm
TUESDAY 20th January 2009.
Times : 8pm
Tickets : £7 Tickets on the door only
AN EVENING WITH JOHN SINCLAIR : Including special musical guests:
http://johnsinclair.us/10for2/
http://www.radiofreeamsterdam.com/
http://www.myspace.com/cafeoto
TUESDAY 20th January 2009.
Times : 8pm
Tickets : £7 Tickets on the door only
AN EVENING WITH JOHN SINCLAIR : Including special musical guests:
http://johnsinclair.us/10for2/
http://www.radiofreeamsterdam.com/
http://www.myspace.com/cafeoto
PIM is for Pharmacratic Inquisition on Marijuana.
ROBERT ANTON WILSON: What I'm really afraid of is when they decide to legalize it and they come up with a pill, some squib, probably Eli Lilly - as the Bush family own a lot of Eli Lilly - they come up with a pill that contains the derivative of cannabis that kills pain, but it doesn't get you high and then they'll charge about 50 dollars a pill, so for real relief from pain it'll be out of reach for most of the population and they will still go on suffering or buying from black market dealers, meanwhile they'll have a better excuse to close down the medical marijuana cooperatives - "Hey we got a legal form here and it doesn't produce that terrible euphoria that's bad for you" [laughs, smiles] They all complain about euphoria as one of the bad side effects of cannabis, apparently you're not in your right mind in this country unless you feel vaguely miserable, apprehensive and depressed. If you start feeling euphoric there must be something wrong with you, what the hell! I think euphoria is part of the treatment! There's a hell of a lot of evidence and a hell of a lot of books starting with Wilhelm Reich on, Prescott, DeMeo, oh there's ton's of evidence that feeling good is good for your health. So their attempt to take the joy out of marijuana just means they want you to take longer to heal whatever you use it for if your using it for medical purposes. -- http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/08/0801FlyRAWInterview.htm
Corpse Manure - Amsterdam Blues Scholars by flyagaric23
FROM WIKIPEDIA...2009
"Synthetic THC is known as dronabinol. It is available as a prescription drug (under the trade name Marinol[46]) in several countries including the United States and Germany. Watson Pharmaceuticals, Inc. announced on June 29, 2008, the U.S. launch of the authorized generic version of dronabinol in the 2.5, 5 and 10 mg once daily dosage strengths. Dronabinol is the generic version of Marinol(R)(dronabinol) CIII Capsules. In the United States, Marinol is a Schedule III drug, available by prescription, considered to be non-narcotic and to have a low risk of physical or mental dependence. Efforts to get cannabis rescheduled as analogous to Marinol have not succeeded thus far, though a 2002 petition has been accepted by the DEA. As a result of the rescheduling of Marinol from Schedule II to Schedule III, refills are now permitted for this substance. Marinol has been approved by the FDA in the treatment of anorexia in AIDS patients, as well as for refractory nausea and vomiting of patients undergoing chemotherapy, which has raised much controversy as to why natural THC is still a schedule I drug.[47]
An analog of dronabinol, nabilone, is available commercially in Canada under the trade name Cesamet, manufactured by Valeant. Cesamet has also received FDA approval and has began marketing in the U.S. as of 2006; it is a Schedule II drug.
In April 2005, Canadian authorities approved the marketing of Sativex, a mouth spray for multiple sclerosis patients, who can use it to alleviate neuropathic pain and spasticity. Sativex contains tetrahydrocannabinol together with cannabidiol. It is marketed in Canada by GW Pharmaceuticals, being the first cannabis-based prescription drug in the world. -- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tetrahydrocannabinol
Shannanigums Wave Book 1 Chapter 1 d by flyagaric23
Corpse Manure - Amsterdam Blues Scholars by flyagaric23
FROM WIKIPEDIA...2009
"Synthetic THC is known as dronabinol. It is available as a prescription drug (under the trade name Marinol[46]) in several countries including the United States and Germany. Watson Pharmaceuticals, Inc. announced on June 29, 2008, the U.S. launch of the authorized generic version of dronabinol in the 2.5, 5 and 10 mg once daily dosage strengths. Dronabinol is the generic version of Marinol(R)(dronabinol) CIII Capsules. In the United States, Marinol is a Schedule III drug, available by prescription, considered to be non-narcotic and to have a low risk of physical or mental dependence. Efforts to get cannabis rescheduled as analogous to Marinol have not succeeded thus far, though a 2002 petition has been accepted by the DEA. As a result of the rescheduling of Marinol from Schedule II to Schedule III, refills are now permitted for this substance. Marinol has been approved by the FDA in the treatment of anorexia in AIDS patients, as well as for refractory nausea and vomiting of patients undergoing chemotherapy, which has raised much controversy as to why natural THC is still a schedule I drug.[47]
An analog of dronabinol, nabilone, is available commercially in Canada under the trade name Cesamet, manufactured by Valeant. Cesamet has also received FDA approval and has began marketing in the U.S. as of 2006; it is a Schedule II drug.
In April 2005, Canadian authorities approved the marketing of Sativex, a mouth spray for multiple sclerosis patients, who can use it to alleviate neuropathic pain and spasticity. Sativex contains tetrahydrocannabinol together with cannabidiol. It is marketed in Canada by GW Pharmaceuticals, being the first cannabis-based prescription drug in the world. -- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tetrahydrocannabinol
Shannanigums Wave Book 1 Chapter 1 d by flyagaric23
Freestyle pt. 2
Newtown?
McLear Dream Solliquoy (Final sequence)
The night of the 1st of August 1936, Mclear’s dream.
Mclear’s father drinks some tea from a chalice, and then climbs a ladder set against a house to fetch down the toad that is stuck up high, the pet toad of his cousin, and, while on his way down he slips, on a snake mimicking the wrong of a ladder, falls and crushes his head, and the toad in the process. Brains, Toad slime, jewels and flies merge together.
Mclear’s cousin turns into Alice through the looking glass, in wonderland, and shrinks down to the size of a small rodent, she begins munching on Lotus petals that have suddenly sprung up around his father/mothers corpse, where a fly swoons and across the body that is now wearing a white gown and has breasts
A bomb comes whistling out of the sky, changing into a figure resembling Cuchulain, a giant with twelve arms, and each hand holding an object: A boomerang, a Robert Johnson 78’ disk, a golden jewel encrusted chalice, a smoking pipe styled into the shape of a toad, a totem pole, A telephone receiver/speaker, a printing stamp-press, a calendar, an Umbrella, A TV set, a Video-Camera. The smoking pipe was now in the giants mouth and the clouds of smoke drifted up and up to become huge clouds, nebulous, ten miles high or more.
One cloud takes the form of a giant mushroom and descends back to the scene of the accident, pitching itself next to the androgenous corpse. The mushroom then morphs again into a small Santa Claus doll, and proceeds to administer coca-cola to the body, pouring it up the nostrils and letting it fizz all over the face, the body begins to shake.
[due to a disturbance in the dream sequence, ultimately down to an early lecture with G.K Chesterton, but setting his alarm clock one full hour earlier than he needed]
Mclear’s father/mother, his cousin and himself were now up and running from the house, jumping away from the garden on pogo sticks, away from where the toad-corpse ooze had now released a green fog into the air, that set everybody laughing uncontrollably.
Arriving in a wooded area they eventually stop and slump down onto the ground leaning against a birch tree. Suddenly a wheel rolls into the clearing in front of them with a golden apple lodged inside the axis. Then, as Mclear recalls his dream, ‘we all eat a small piece of the apple and go sit down back under the tree again’
In a flash the dreaer has morphed into a Mushroom stood right there in the spot where he once sat. His Father/mother had transformed into a fly, and his cousin Mary changed quickly from his grandmother, then to a toad who also sits where she once sat in the wooded clearing.
At this point Mclear describes the sense of eternity passing, then a jumping of perceptions between the three shapeshifters, triangulated in their positions. The mushroom had only single sight, a tiny periscope inside a wart, but it released a constant humming sound that Mclear heard as the sound of a tribal drum in his head when he looked at the fly and the toad looking at him.
Suddenly Mclear experienced total ESP with the others, plus he heard voices from the tress and the foliage and the leaves; a low chatter beneath the canopy, they sat motionless, in awe of the infinite stars above them.
In a flash, the fly lands on the mushroom, licks it, flies off towards the toad, who swiftly, and Ninja like, snatches the drunken fly out of the air, and swallows it in one gulp.
Cuchulain returns and lands in front of the Toad with a drawn sword and slices it in two. Gold and jewels fall-out from the toads head while the fly shakes, buzzes, flinches a little, staggers up to gather itself and flies off, only a few feet to then land on a floating lotus flower upon the pond, and is swallowed by a huge salmon, which then in turn is fished out by Cuchulain and set free, plus Cuchulain discovers a golden ring inside the salmon that fits perfectly with his elaborate zoological breastplate.
Ants came marching into the clearing and gathered up the toads parts, and some Lapis Lazuli jewels and carried them back to their nest, where together with a beetle, a snake and a unknown miniature jellyfish-scorpion creature, they remade the toad with spittle, venom and special green fungus.
The toad jumps out of the nest and leaps back to the clearing, where he spits on the mushroom’s periscope, which then transforms the whole mushroom into a geodesic object, but still bejewelled crystallized and sparkling.
Cuchulain returned from a gap in a nearby tree trunk, plucked the mushroom, put it in his red sack, and sprang off into the air again back to the town, where he fairly divided the crystalized mushroom up between all the towns people, everyone got a piece and said a prayer:
McLear Dream Solliquoy (Final sequence)
The night of the 1st of August 1936, Mclear’s dream.
Mclear’s father drinks some tea from a chalice, and then climbs a ladder set against a house to fetch down the toad that is stuck up high, the pet toad of his cousin, and, while on his way down he slips, on a snake mimicking the wrong of a ladder, falls and crushes his head, and the toad in the process. Brains, Toad slime, jewels and flies merge together.
Mclear’s cousin turns into Alice through the looking glass, in wonderland, and shrinks down to the size of a small rodent, she begins munching on Lotus petals that have suddenly sprung up around his father/mothers corpse, where a fly swoons and across the body that is now wearing a white gown and has breasts
A bomb comes whistling out of the sky, changing into a figure resembling Cuchulain, a giant with twelve arms, and each hand holding an object: A boomerang, a Robert Johnson 78’ disk, a golden jewel encrusted chalice, a smoking pipe styled into the shape of a toad, a totem pole, A telephone receiver/speaker, a printing stamp-press, a calendar, an Umbrella, A TV set, a Video-Camera. The smoking pipe was now in the giants mouth and the clouds of smoke drifted up and up to become huge clouds, nebulous, ten miles high or more.
One cloud takes the form of a giant mushroom and descends back to the scene of the accident, pitching itself next to the androgenous corpse. The mushroom then morphs again into a small Santa Claus doll, and proceeds to administer coca-cola to the body, pouring it up the nostrils and letting it fizz all over the face, the body begins to shake.
[due to a disturbance in the dream sequence, ultimately down to an early lecture with G.K Chesterton, but setting his alarm clock one full hour earlier than he needed]
Mclear’s father/mother, his cousin and himself were now up and running from the house, jumping away from the garden on pogo sticks, away from where the toad-corpse ooze had now released a green fog into the air, that set everybody laughing uncontrollably.
Arriving in a wooded area they eventually stop and slump down onto the ground leaning against a birch tree. Suddenly a wheel rolls into the clearing in front of them with a golden apple lodged inside the axis. Then, as Mclear recalls his dream, ‘we all eat a small piece of the apple and go sit down back under the tree again’
In a flash the dreaer has morphed into a Mushroom stood right there in the spot where he once sat. His Father/mother had transformed into a fly, and his cousin Mary changed quickly from his grandmother, then to a toad who also sits where she once sat in the wooded clearing.
At this point Mclear describes the sense of eternity passing, then a jumping of perceptions between the three shapeshifters, triangulated in their positions. The mushroom had only single sight, a tiny periscope inside a wart, but it released a constant humming sound that Mclear heard as the sound of a tribal drum in his head when he looked at the fly and the toad looking at him.
Suddenly Mclear experienced total ESP with the others, plus he heard voices from the tress and the foliage and the leaves; a low chatter beneath the canopy, they sat motionless, in awe of the infinite stars above them.
In a flash, the fly lands on the mushroom, licks it, flies off towards the toad, who swiftly, and Ninja like, snatches the drunken fly out of the air, and swallows it in one gulp.
Cuchulain returns and lands in front of the Toad with a drawn sword and slices it in two. Gold and jewels fall-out from the toads head while the fly shakes, buzzes, flinches a little, staggers up to gather itself and flies off, only a few feet to then land on a floating lotus flower upon the pond, and is swallowed by a huge salmon, which then in turn is fished out by Cuchulain and set free, plus Cuchulain discovers a golden ring inside the salmon that fits perfectly with his elaborate zoological breastplate.
Ants came marching into the clearing and gathered up the toads parts, and some Lapis Lazuli jewels and carried them back to their nest, where together with a beetle, a snake and a unknown miniature jellyfish-scorpion creature, they remade the toad with spittle, venom and special green fungus.
The toad jumps out of the nest and leaps back to the clearing, where he spits on the mushroom’s periscope, which then transforms the whole mushroom into a geodesic object, but still bejewelled crystallized and sparkling.
Cuchulain returned from a gap in a nearby tree trunk, plucked the mushroom, put it in his red sack, and sprang off into the air again back to the town, where he fairly divided the crystalized mushroom up between all the towns people, everyone got a piece and said a prayer:
2009. Freestyle.
NumGoodber Nine. Ennead. Nine minutes to Midknight
Blackness and Green - now what do they seem the gleam to mean?
Calendar reform.
Calendar reformations. Formations from individual calendar makers.
Candle stick sealed. Signed delivered. NINE calendoors. The Hidden door.
No.9
What's behind a name, a number? 9/9/99 6/6/66
Inverted symbols, solar and lunar squabbles for the more PRECISE.
384
384
383.89
384 Pages to Stephen Hero, retrieved from the FIRE by James Joyce's sister.
383 Pages, like I-Ching pages, or better BONES
Rescued from the fire.
384
2009?
Blackness and Green - now what do they seem the gleam to mean?
Calendar reform.
Calendar reformations. Formations from individual calendar makers.
Candle stick sealed. Signed delivered. NINE calendoors. The Hidden door.
No.9
What's behind a name, a number? 9/9/99 6/6/66
Inverted symbols, solar and lunar squabbles for the more PRECISE.
384
384
383.89
384 Pages to Stephen Hero, retrieved from the FIRE by James Joyce's sister.
383 Pages, like I-Ching pages, or better BONES
Rescued from the fire.
384
2009?
Time Munching And The Ear Doctor Sessions.
TIMUCIN SAHIN: Fretloze Gitaren, Compositions. http://www.timucinsahin.com/home.html
TYSHAWN SOREY: Drums, water, brushes.
JOHN O'GALLAGHER: Alto Sax.
THOMAS MORGAN: Bas
BIMHUIS. PIET HEINKADE 3. AMSTERDAM. http://www.bimhuis.com/
Timucin Sahin, Kai Eckhardt, AND Owen Hart JR. Grew me a nice new set of ears at the Badcuyp, Amsterdam in 2007. So i returned to witness the spacetime technician's once more, this time at the Bimhuis with his new line up. Out the gate, out the traps, launch, go, straight off i felt i was in the right place for the evening, Timucin weaving his subtle cosmic tones and background radiation with a truly awesome flurry of fingered equations, while Tyshawn instantly abducted my ears to at least 9 simultaneous rhythm patterns, fluxt timespace signatures and all the accent and groove-feel to pull out the lilt and swing of the different junctions, at the phalanx of - intersection points - in the Plutonium jazzy-gass, splitting ears and brain-body barriers with the aroma of no-time, new time. All punching time on the chin. In a nutshell, i felt abducted by the soundscape, and the grooves satisfied by own personal glittered-jazz, drum and bass/jungle tinged taste buds like a well aged Sativa. Mwah! The show in 07 was a trio of sonic magicians, and so Timucin had all the upper register and midrange amidst Owen's intelligent drum orbits, last night however John O'Gallagher was very much with Timucin - up there - and for me pulled out, and defined like a sharp pencil line; the intricate and beatiful pan-modal Astro-neuro attainments being shared, freely with the Audience. Thomas Morgan moved with the flow and ebb of the swirling vortex, his bass talking the talk and walking up the stairs to Jupiter, Saturn and other planets that seem under investigation by the tribe of timespice engineers and sonic-fiction poets. The undertones and light whispering voices emanating from Time-munchin's calculations continue to crop up in all the right places for me, the quantum jumping compositions unveiling layer after layer of timespace, like an audio fabrige egg, with each new layer and complete new groove, feel and seemingly mode, to my ears. Now on fire, little flames symboling the tiny hairs in my ears, travelling and movement, verbs and echoes of just past places, remixed live, and brought back again, back to front, in the flickr of an eye or two. And when you think your used to the jumping around and technicolor sheets of sound, Tyshawn introduces another hot pepper, BANG BOOM,
Slamming, out of nowhere, then caress, then hyperbolic jungle-jazz-swing, then a stunning trip hop flex, all comfortable and innovative at each turn, playing snare with a bottle of water, rolling it across the snare getting the plastic crackle and fizz, then twizzling the bottled water through the space just above his set, between the two overhead mics, creating further mysterious sounding artcore entertainment, symbolic gesture, in short, Tyshawn owned everything he touched, my ears and everyone else's. Abducted by 10'000 variations on the 8 or 9 breakbeats i danced and lost my mind to in the dancehalls of Britain many years ago, which left a trace, picked up again tonight in the hardcore Drum and Bass and Sax and Guitar wisdom language. Like some of the writing of James Joyce, or Finnegans Wake, by the end of the show the 4 had put the Universe back together again, but in a whole different way using music and human ears and brains to their maximal potential, follow this! You dig! Now the street traffic sounds different to me after the show, percussive shards and trace fragments follow me out the Bimhius and down the Damrak, and the clatter of the trams is building something, i am waiting for the next launch date of Timucin (time-munching) to help me put the Universe together again and witness the tearing down, reconstructing and rebuilding of the life of the mind, or the life of the mind as i see it in 2008, fragmented times, bits and pieces and all culture and languages sirred up, whisked and baked into things, soundbites of the 21st century and all those bits and Bobs that have come before, and, i might add, the sense of the things of the future, included. In the sense of spaceways to other worlds, in the sense that vibration and Astro-Neuro attenuation through cosmic tones for cosmic culture, is out there for your to be a part of, if you can listen and trane your earwiggs. The snowballing angular turns and switching sequence puzzles ride. Together on the crest of the wave of expanding Universes, musical red shifting, and counterpointing, intersecting and jump-back assaulting of the equation. The collective whirring and mixing of pattern, rhythm, and polytonal, multiphonics flashes through the sounds spectrum in dashes and stoccato flashes, bewildering pace, slow and fast and everytime inbetween, always inbetween. Through and beyond my own comprehension, and then once more, your abducted again, sucked through a Noh-Wave Wormhole and brought home to your seat, at the show, clapping but keeping very still, but inside your wanting to dive off the roof into the cold Dutch waters below, something, to exstinguish the fires and flares started in my ears by these cats.
I hope you get to hear this group soon, too. Get some new ears for the holiday season. New music and new ways of hearing it, Timucin and his band of spacetime explorers, gathering the limbs and languages of outer-planetary entities, i like to think. How else can i put it, i was moved in new ways.
--Fly Agaric 23.
D is for DAMNBIGUATION.
Please do not mistake me for Steven Pratt - the Australian M.P. he seems an OUTSPOKEN anti Grafitti tool. Do not confuse us.
"But is it art?
Saturday, April 21, 2007, 05:18 PM GMT [General]
After dealing with bad news in my last blog I thought I'd dedicate this one, to a certain extent, to a news story that made me smile.
Where art and vandalism meet: one of Banksy's images.
Australian MP Steve Pratt (no, I'm not making this up) has gotten himself into a spot of bother after he destroyed a commissioned public artwork as a part of his campaign against graffiti. Mr Pratt (it doesn't stop being funny, does it?) had assumed the mural, on a concrete bridge in Canberra, was an "obnoxious piece of vivid graffiti vandalism". It was, in fact, a fully paid for art work commissioned by a nearby sports club.
The subject of graffiti seems to have made the headlines several times in recent months. Britain's very own Banksy is now thought of not as a vandal but as one of the country's leading artists, despite the fact that nobody is really sure what his real name is (it might be Robert Banks). A couple in Bristol (Banksy's home town) recently sold the graffiti on the side of their house for £102,000; the house came free with the purchase.
Only yesterday he was in the news once more after London Transport staff painted over a Banksy painting estimated to be worth around £300,000. I find it curious that there are no other graffiti artists currently attracting this much publicity. There's no denying that Banksy is incredibly talented, but is talent alone the reason his vandalism (because, let's face it, it is) is now worth hundreds of thousands of pounds while other artists work is simply deemed a pain in the neck for your local council.
There is a lane near where I live, in Cardiff's Llandaff North, which is covered in graffiti on both sides, from one end to the other. Some of it is crude, I'll grant you, but some of it is very good indeed. It reminded me, in its own humble way, of Berlin's West Side Gallery; the stretch of Berlin Wall preserved for the quality of graffiti left on it.
Personally, I don't have much of a problem with graffiti, providing its in all the right places. A giant, airbrushed 'tag' across the dome of St Pauls would, for example, be wrong, as would images of cannabis smoking aliens on Hampton Court, or Manga style women in nurse's uniforms on Stone Henge. But many of the places where we see graffiti are ugly and soulless. The Bauhaus-inspired council estates that we somehow thought would engender utopian communities but instead became dour, grey and hostile have, in many places, been enlivened by the addition of a little unplanned art.
The concrete gullies of the District line wouldn't quite be the same without the occasional daub of colour to wake you up on your morning commute. And what journey across London would be complete without the spotting of Tox's latest handiwork?
Graffiti isn't always "obnoxious", to borrow a word from Mr Pratt. Sometimes it makes more colourful those places we've made ugly. Can there really be a sound argument for preserving just how grim and foreboding the underside of so many bridges are by removing what little colour has been put there?
Granted, there is no place for graffiti in the likes of Saffron Walden or Tunbridge Wells because graffiti is an inherently urban art form. Its home is the big city. But surely in those places it has made beautiful (and I do actually mean beautiful) we should be preserving it, and not just if it comes with a £300,000 price tag."
"But is it art?
Saturday, April 21, 2007, 05:18 PM GMT [General]
After dealing with bad news in my last blog I thought I'd dedicate this one, to a certain extent, to a news story that made me smile.
Where art and vandalism meet: one of Banksy's images.
Australian MP Steve Pratt (no, I'm not making this up) has gotten himself into a spot of bother after he destroyed a commissioned public artwork as a part of his campaign against graffiti. Mr Pratt (it doesn't stop being funny, does it?) had assumed the mural, on a concrete bridge in Canberra, was an "obnoxious piece of vivid graffiti vandalism". It was, in fact, a fully paid for art work commissioned by a nearby sports club.
The subject of graffiti seems to have made the headlines several times in recent months. Britain's very own Banksy is now thought of not as a vandal but as one of the country's leading artists, despite the fact that nobody is really sure what his real name is (it might be Robert Banks). A couple in Bristol (Banksy's home town) recently sold the graffiti on the side of their house for £102,000; the house came free with the purchase.
Only yesterday he was in the news once more after London Transport staff painted over a Banksy painting estimated to be worth around £300,000. I find it curious that there are no other graffiti artists currently attracting this much publicity. There's no denying that Banksy is incredibly talented, but is talent alone the reason his vandalism (because, let's face it, it is) is now worth hundreds of thousands of pounds while other artists work is simply deemed a pain in the neck for your local council.
There is a lane near where I live, in Cardiff's Llandaff North, which is covered in graffiti on both sides, from one end to the other. Some of it is crude, I'll grant you, but some of it is very good indeed. It reminded me, in its own humble way, of Berlin's West Side Gallery; the stretch of Berlin Wall preserved for the quality of graffiti left on it.
Personally, I don't have much of a problem with graffiti, providing its in all the right places. A giant, airbrushed 'tag' across the dome of St Pauls would, for example, be wrong, as would images of cannabis smoking aliens on Hampton Court, or Manga style women in nurse's uniforms on Stone Henge. But many of the places where we see graffiti are ugly and soulless. The Bauhaus-inspired council estates that we somehow thought would engender utopian communities but instead became dour, grey and hostile have, in many places, been enlivened by the addition of a little unplanned art.
The concrete gullies of the District line wouldn't quite be the same without the occasional daub of colour to wake you up on your morning commute. And what journey across London would be complete without the spotting of Tox's latest handiwork?
Graffiti isn't always "obnoxious", to borrow a word from Mr Pratt. Sometimes it makes more colourful those places we've made ugly. Can there really be a sound argument for preserving just how grim and foreboding the underside of so many bridges are by removing what little colour has been put there?
Granted, there is no place for graffiti in the likes of Saffron Walden or Tunbridge Wells because graffiti is an inherently urban art form. Its home is the big city. But surely in those places it has made beautiful (and I do actually mean beautiful) we should be preserving it, and not just if it comes with a £300,000 price tag."
July 28th 2004 i performed my first recorded "poem in public", whilst spinning rekkids with Garaj Mahal off the back of a boat, sailing around the Statue of Liberty NYC. The poem is inspired by some Garaj Mahal track title’s.
Which side of the boat are you onwitch side-"witch side"my side -"your side" witch side of the boat are you onwitch side-wot sidethis side-that sideThis tide is turnin as "liquid Hindi" Vision's of LSD Are dripping onto the tongue of liberty, Like a psychotropic meatless patty. Breathe, Never give up duck, Cuz tomorrow never knows her mondo shadow, Like thursday: "a d-tuned Eagle", I break out the cosmic elevator kisses. From madagascar to Bajo A happy hippi poodle drives a very strange truck Wild Samauri duck blues inside a Milk carton, Chime like silver bells.Line games fall from the Ivory tower like aTen ton chicken. The big smack down. Stoked on Rasaki, i receive furthur gumbo vision's: "Be dope on Thursday "Because, "it's wednesday" and, Tomorrow never knows. I break out pen's of mass construction And fly like a poodle, soaring over the ivory tower singingBlueberry funk. Poodle poodle palladin Poodle poodle palladin Poodle palladin Poodle palladin, Poodle paladinPoodle palladinPoodle poodle palladinPoodle poodle palladin.Dog's barkin while im parkin human dignity In the garaj, They call me flydermanCuz i live in a blueberry mirage. A massive rubber slut has no spectFor my poodle, Have mercy, mercy, mercy. Sing a song, Don’t doodle.
AUDIO RECORDING OF POEM AND MUSICAL OFFERINGS.
JO is for JAZZ OCTAVE: poem. 2005 SAN FRANCISCO.
Blue thunder thumbs half notes, Weeping willows look all Wes Montgomery. Art Blakey's drums of experience, Stix glossinging to Animal skinheads. Like a Taoist typesetter Theolonious fingers -Do the talking. Hornet Coletrane Ellington Fitzgerald Pharaoh New jazzeraAnnalivia Elvin Jones AfroJazz machine setter Smiling physicist Unified field theory or just sheetsOf sound?John Coltrane = physicist. Alice Coltrane - timetraveling Mother Harpist, Mythological scholar goddess. Kept Reel McCoy - Ravi Pharoah Moffet Harland - theology goods. Inside the wheels of funk -Sissy strutin spun Clockwork -Meters reformation. ESP direct sustained Magus Miles ahead Above, and beyonder. Potting string theory quilted with Jolly Grant Green Fields og gold. Charlie Bird, Donald Byrd Playing babyskyblue spells, Birds flew far and...
Fly Agaric 23. September 2005.
San Francisco.
PANNONICA - John Sinclair and his Amsterdam Blues Scholars by flyagaric23
Vonnegut Wilson Coltrane Baudrillard Brown R.I.P
By Fly Agaric 23. 18th April 2007.
Kurt Vonnegut, Robert Anton Wilson, James Brown, Jean Baudrillard, Alice Coltrane mixed:My favorite things in music and in writing So honor em' how? damn words just 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
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 outAnd 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
5 great lights."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? "Unabridged" Bound as word, as writers,
musicians knotted togetherEntering their own "WORLD"
realms, constellations their
Senses, all-together, playing, spinning. A full blooming, all together NOW! Read them, listen to them.
Read them, process their thoughts,
Listen again. Cast seeds
East/west north/south, open your mouth. Sing of Wilson,
Baudrillard
Vonnegut
Brown
Coltrane
A Most potent Quintet don't you THINK? Their birth/death dates now sealed,
Calendars edited but without end
Of correspondences, Without end in e-space now. Messages from space
Inner/outer and between And the numerous other worlds among Boundless stars, Death
Has become the ultimate absurd:
The opposite of life? LOOK between the linesThese are vehicles, blueprints, ships and portals.
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)
Fly Agaric 23. 18th April 2007. Amsterdam.
Kurt Vonnegut, Robert Anton Wilson, James Brown, Jean Baudrillard, Alice Coltrane mixed:My favorite things in music and in writing So honor em' how? damn words just 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
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 outAnd 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
5 great lights."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? "Unabridged" Bound as word, as writers,
musicians knotted togetherEntering their own "WORLD"
realms, constellations their
Senses, all-together, playing, spinning. A full blooming, all together NOW! Read them, listen to them.
Read them, process their thoughts,
Listen again. Cast seeds
East/west north/south, open your mouth. Sing of Wilson,
Baudrillard
Vonnegut
Brown
Coltrane
A Most potent Quintet don't you THINK? Their birth/death dates now sealed,
Calendars edited but without end
Of correspondences, Without end in e-space now. Messages from space
Inner/outer and between And the numerous other worlds among Boundless stars, Death
Has become the ultimate absurd:
The opposite of life? LOOK between the linesThese are vehicles, blueprints, ships and portals.
Timequake, John Coltrane: Infinity, The Third Coming, Ishtar Rising, Divine
Song, Reality, À l'ombre des majorités silencieuses The Sex Magician's, 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 Paper's, 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, Talkin' Loud, Email to the Universe,
Universal Consciousness, Journey in Satchidananda, Galápagos, Soul Power,
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...R.I.P
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)
Fly Agaric 23. 18th April 2007. Amsterdam.
FOR ELVIN JONES.
BY Fly Agaric 23. Brooklyn. New York. 06 June 2004.
Freer’ than the wind
Ting Taka SizzzzzleCymbals Allied in ritual carpet ride
Woven world trip to
The stars
Jitterbug perfume
All up in the skins like Li Po Polyphonic Beats
Wheeling Dazzling percussive warrior spirit
FreeAscending Rolling Like thunder
A space snarewayWithout punctuation
Frozen Rhythmic weather patterns )+(
Embellished with TurkishAlloysZinc
CopperGold and golden soulsStix on bells
Cymbal ping swing Music of trees Kisses
The ear On the wind stereo
know what I mean?
Cosmogenetic sticknology
Elvin with
Coltrane
And Chambers
A mighty rain forest
Oozing jazz nectar Juicy jazz fruits
Sewing great seedsWith reeds
Drums Strings and Thumbs
Timeless astral flame and ice
Dripping fireAblaze yet cool
Birch snares Walking bass upstairs
To bedInstant zen dreaming Steaming locomotion
A voyage toward supreme vortex
Train tracks
Bullet time sssssshhhhhissshhhhhiiiizzzzlllleeee
Crash Snap Snap Stix
AhoyBeats crumble like Dali’s cookies
Splicing drum beats into Wang Wei
Jazz transmission
FlowTranesition
Ascension
Bliss Kissing stick to drumskin
Maybe akin to kissing tongue to tonguekissing time
Good ByeDrum beats go like this
SwordsmithWhispering brush
Tapping with grace and a feelSo smooth
Billions of beats per minute
Indicating taka time has left
The buildingCymbal mist rolllllllzzzzzWhispering
SomethingIn circles Taka Tinga
Trees inside stixz
Playing licks with sweat.
Multiple hammers, hands, feet.
Musical meanings flower
Genius Jazz Machine science
Drifting lines from the sun Scribble
BeatHumming BzzzzzzzZZZzzzzzzz Inisde my Don Cherry
Stone Ambient acid modal transitions for
Trancendental transmissions
Peach tree fragrance blossoms
Everywhere Passing blurr
Blooming everywhenHitch-hiking
The bardo past the lower lights
BzzzzzzzZZZZZZ TingTing Taka ting Soundz like zig zag Zen za za !
Pattern
Volume
Recognition
Incredible on the snareway to
Heaven
Alice Coltrane plays Afro harp Like the great TaoCrashing
At heavenly shoreline
Rest In Peace to Infinity
Elvin Jones: September 9, 1927 - May 18, 2004
http://www.ejn.it/mus/jones.htm
By Fly Agaric 23.
Brooklyn, New York. June 6th 2004.
“Trane tracks sound like
A Dizzy Monk
Miles ahead,
Just like SonnySupreme”
March 23rd 2006. Stourbridge. UK
http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/04/0406EKozmicRenaissance.htm
BY Fly Agaric 23. Brooklyn. New York. 06 June 2004.
Freer’ than the wind
Ting Taka SizzzzzleCymbals Allied in ritual carpet ride
Woven world trip to
The stars
Jitterbug perfume
All up in the skins like Li Po Polyphonic Beats
Wheeling Dazzling percussive warrior spirit
FreeAscending Rolling Like thunder
A space snarewayWithout punctuation
Frozen Rhythmic weather patterns )+(
Embellished with TurkishAlloysZinc
CopperGold and golden soulsStix on bells
Cymbal ping swing Music of trees Kisses
The ear On the wind stereo
know what I mean?
Cosmogenetic sticknology
Elvin with
Coltrane
And Chambers
A mighty rain forest
Oozing jazz nectar Juicy jazz fruits
Sewing great seedsWith reeds
Drums Strings and Thumbs
Timeless astral flame and ice
Dripping fireAblaze yet cool
Birch snares Walking bass upstairs
To bedInstant zen dreaming Steaming locomotion
A voyage toward supreme vortex
Train tracks
Bullet time sssssshhhhhissshhhhhiiiizzzzlllleeee
Crash Snap Snap Stix
AhoyBeats crumble like Dali’s cookies
Splicing drum beats into Wang Wei
Jazz transmission
FlowTranesition
Ascension
Bliss Kissing stick to drumskin
Maybe akin to kissing tongue to tonguekissing time
Good ByeDrum beats go like this
SwordsmithWhispering brush
Tapping with grace and a feelSo smooth
Billions of beats per minute
Indicating taka time has left
The buildingCymbal mist rolllllllzzzzzWhispering
SomethingIn circles Taka Tinga
Trees inside stixz
Playing licks with sweat.
Multiple hammers, hands, feet.
Musical meanings flower
Genius Jazz Machine science
Drifting lines from the sun Scribble
BeatHumming BzzzzzzzZZZzzzzzzz Inisde my Don Cherry
Stone Ambient acid modal transitions for
Trancendental transmissions
Peach tree fragrance blossoms
Everywhere Passing blurr
Blooming everywhenHitch-hiking
The bardo past the lower lights
BzzzzzzzZZZZZZ TingTing Taka ting Soundz like zig zag Zen za za !
Pattern
Volume
Recognition
Incredible on the snareway to
Heaven
Alice Coltrane plays Afro harp Like the great TaoCrashing
At heavenly shoreline
Rest In Peace to Infinity
Elvin Jones: September 9, 1927 - May 18, 2004
http://www.ejn.it/mus/jones.htm
By Fly Agaric 23.
Brooklyn, New York. June 6th 2004.
“Trane tracks sound like
A Dizzy Monk
Miles ahead,
Just like SonnySupreme”
March 23rd 2006. Stourbridge. UK
http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/04/0406EKozmicRenaissance.htm
TY is for TRANE YOURSELF. Nov. 2003
TRANE YOURSELF.
By Fly Agaric 23.
The Great hall of records getting
Looted, Dear Lord.
The gods I wonder?
Eye dreamt about a blue one legged
Thunder bolt
Containing one hundred and eight
Coltrane tomes
Ascending through time from
1967!
June
1967!
Six days war and plunder.
Sun Ra.
You fuel my Aiwass Ka.
Son of a Knew Biz dressed in
Afro Blue honey beads you color
Mental tapestry with
Sound.
Razor prose days from the Crescent city
Fill me with joy.
Especially after the rain falls
Because
I can hear the
Future.
In a sentimental moog
I rolled up glyphs into cryptic splyffs
Spark up the golden lamp love.
O Sir, is O’Sirius important?
Ayahuasca
Many strange questions in my dreams about
Cosmic Serpents.
If we are nature’s boy
Then get your evangelical hands off
Our mother’s tomb
Crusader raider.
Carefully
Place the eye of Horus on the Rekkid.
Nod your Nut.
Cut and Scratch the imagination
With A new configuration, like,
Blowing over the whirled
Inside a Syrian ruebot constructed
Sepharic
Light particles.
Sing 13 Moon invitations
to my Sun sister and heal yourself.
S/he runs between the legs of Nuit to the beat
Of acknowledgement.
Like a sun star satellite you shine on
All Nuit.
Sun of RAMMZISS, awaken.
Blowing Stellar regions through your Reedles
Onto stylus psalm needles.
Sun star groove rider.
A Passion flower-powered Goddess
Of balance.
Precession-guided weapons of love
Dissolve any empire of terror.
Pharomba
Made of a substance beyond a dream
Shimmer you and who’s army?
Onward
to the end of the beginning.
Lift the curse from your pursuance with
Ancient sounds.
Hey Wallis Budge over let Jimmy
Take over with,
Acid jewels of love juice.
Gods and dogs talk of
Emerald bullets of pure love.
My tongue spits spackled round Jazz speak like
Cool Daddy cool.
Rewind for the unwind
Love Supreme Council of
Infinity listen up!
Cosmic ambient sounds
Are sacred sentences miles beyond this one.
Trane Your Self.
Re-aim yourself
For the Tranesition.
Hawass KA A.A!
Indialivia Elvin Joanzing
Elevation.
Pyramids capped as we approach the
Witching hour
Of Transformation.
United we can Break
Any calendrical spell.
Dreamcasting wisdom through music
The traveler in soundspirit.
Escape the ape body
And head for the stars.
Where Jukeboxes play
Many of Sun-Ras
Tunes
Rejoice.
(Whispering)
Drink IZIPHO ZAM!
Awakening! Hey sweet mama
I hear a new World Coming
From a far off land.
In the Beginning was the Bird of the Nile,
And the Bird was made Flesh.
The Western Lands…
And takes off skyward.
Ascending.
Geometric forms crafted by the wind
Of Reedles in Orphic Horns.
Sonic army’s of moonchild Arkestra’s
Spill out from Jupiter’s moon like gods
On a safari.
Soar upon wings of Kamapa
Jam spore.
The spore of the words.
Folded and imploded
Gusts of Trane
Wrecking havoc.
Shredding time like Dali’
Compassionately
Weaving Illbient Jungle through
A space-time plug whole
The size of Monk’s dream.
Baby oil exchanged for stocks in
Baby flesh.
Pound for Pound.
“Yes the price, the price, we think is worth it.”
Preaches Mad Lynne Allbright.
Tiny lotus sky church gods
Speak to me in
Enochian Jabberwocky.
Next year on April 10th you will see
The Trilogy.
The Bird-headed flaming one
A Dark Star Maker
It’s just a remix of the RAW.
Severn by Severn
Saxophonic ships
Set sale toward
Sextet isles of
Aum.
Simple soul boats carry the feather
Of an
Ostrich
Get the Zero Pints? Across the hole Galaxy,
Dee
N Eye N
A
Commuted faster than Light.
Frozen spirit of Pan,
Sonic Sperm Seed
Wee
Are Astral traveling
With a prayer before dawn.
Oh Pharoah
Speak to us from beyond
Stargates.
Beyond memories of J.C.
Beyond the red black and green
Sand Castles are
Mansion worlds
Pharoah communicates
The entire legend.
The creator has a master plan!
Our Symbolic Sibilant’s have born word
unto the world.
Cosmic musical meditations mark
A Transition for mankind
Toward Interstellar space.
Oh Lord let me do
No wrong this Equinox
Speak low with triangles
And Tinkle bells.
I invoke thee,
Coltrane
The Terrible and Invisible dog,
Who dwellest in the void place
Place of the spirit
Together we can chant down Babylon
With music.
Sweet sweet music.
FLY GARCIA FLY. FLY AGARIC. CALIF GRAY.
New Orleans. 30th November. 2003.
)+(AXISPAX)+(
Edited and reset Amsterdam December 3rd 2008.
By Fly Agaric 23.
The Great hall of records getting
Looted, Dear Lord.
The gods I wonder?
Eye dreamt about a blue one legged
Thunder bolt
Containing one hundred and eight
Coltrane tomes
Ascending through time from
1967!
June
1967!
Six days war and plunder.
Sun Ra.
You fuel my Aiwass Ka.
Son of a Knew Biz dressed in
Afro Blue honey beads you color
Mental tapestry with
Sound.
Razor prose days from the Crescent city
Fill me with joy.
Especially after the rain falls
Because
I can hear the
Future.
In a sentimental moog
I rolled up glyphs into cryptic splyffs
Spark up the golden lamp love.
O Sir, is O’Sirius important?
Ayahuasca
Many strange questions in my dreams about
Cosmic Serpents.
If we are nature’s boy
Then get your evangelical hands off
Our mother’s tomb
Crusader raider.
Carefully
Place the eye of Horus on the Rekkid.
Nod your Nut.
Cut and Scratch the imagination
With A new configuration, like,
Blowing over the whirled
Inside a Syrian ruebot constructed
Sepharic
Light particles.
Sing 13 Moon invitations
to my Sun sister and heal yourself.
S/he runs between the legs of Nuit to the beat
Of acknowledgement.
Like a sun star satellite you shine on
All Nuit.
Sun of RAMMZISS, awaken.
Blowing Stellar regions through your Reedles
Onto stylus psalm needles.
Sun star groove rider.
A Passion flower-powered Goddess
Of balance.
Precession-guided weapons of love
Dissolve any empire of terror.
Pharomba
Made of a substance beyond a dream
Shimmer you and who’s army?
Onward
to the end of the beginning.
Lift the curse from your pursuance with
Ancient sounds.
Hey Wallis Budge over let Jimmy
Take over with,
Acid jewels of love juice.
Gods and dogs talk of
Emerald bullets of pure love.
My tongue spits spackled round Jazz speak like
Cool Daddy cool.
Rewind for the unwind
Love Supreme Council of
Infinity listen up!
Cosmic ambient sounds
Are sacred sentences miles beyond this one.
Trane Your Self.
Re-aim yourself
For the Tranesition.
Hawass KA A.A!
Indialivia Elvin Joanzing
Elevation.
Pyramids capped as we approach the
Witching hour
Of Transformation.
United we can Break
Any calendrical spell.
Dreamcasting wisdom through music
The traveler in soundspirit.
Escape the ape body
And head for the stars.
Where Jukeboxes play
Many of Sun-Ras
Tunes
Rejoice.
(Whispering)
Drink IZIPHO ZAM!
Awakening! Hey sweet mama
I hear a new World Coming
From a far off land.
In the Beginning was the Bird of the Nile,
And the Bird was made Flesh.
The Western Lands…
And takes off skyward.
Ascending.
Geometric forms crafted by the wind
Of Reedles in Orphic Horns.
Sonic army’s of moonchild Arkestra’s
Spill out from Jupiter’s moon like gods
On a safari.
Soar upon wings of Kamapa
Jam spore.
The spore of the words.
Folded and imploded
Gusts of Trane
Wrecking havoc.
Shredding time like Dali’
Compassionately
Weaving Illbient Jungle through
A space-time plug whole
The size of Monk’s dream.
Baby oil exchanged for stocks in
Baby flesh.
Pound for Pound.
“Yes the price, the price, we think is worth it.”
Preaches Mad Lynne Allbright.
Tiny lotus sky church gods
Speak to me in
Enochian Jabberwocky.
Next year on April 10th you will see
The Trilogy.
The Bird-headed flaming one
A Dark Star Maker
It’s just a remix of the RAW.
Severn by Severn
Saxophonic ships
Set sale toward
Sextet isles of
Aum.
Simple soul boats carry the feather
Of an
Ostrich
Get the Zero Pints? Across the hole Galaxy,
Dee
N Eye N
A
Commuted faster than Light.
Frozen spirit of Pan,
Sonic Sperm Seed
Wee
Are Astral traveling
With a prayer before dawn.
Oh Pharoah
Speak to us from beyond
Stargates.
Beyond memories of J.C.
Beyond the red black and green
Sand Castles are
Mansion worlds
Pharoah communicates
The entire legend.
The creator has a master plan!
Our Symbolic Sibilant’s have born word
unto the world.
Cosmic musical meditations mark
A Transition for mankind
Toward Interstellar space.
Oh Lord let me do
No wrong this Equinox
Speak low with triangles
And Tinkle bells.
I invoke thee,
Coltrane
The Terrible and Invisible dog,
Who dwellest in the void place
Place of the spirit
Together we can chant down Babylon
With music.
Sweet sweet music.
FLY GARCIA FLY. FLY AGARIC. CALIF GRAY.
New Orleans. 30th November. 2003.
)+(AXISPAX)+(
Edited and reset Amsterdam December 3rd 2008.
MAYBE QUERTERLY MAGAZINE PRINT EDITION!
Described best by his Hopefullness, Borsky:
Friday, October 03, 2008
Maybe print edition
Maybe Print has reached the shelves. I just received a package of 100 minted copies.
Contributions by Bogus, Bobby, Minja, Fly Agaric, Frater K:. (bless his soul), Zenpunkist, Propaganda, The Purple Gooroo, Quackenbush, yours truly and many others.
Want some? Just ask.
B&B is for BLOOM and BURST: Psychoactive Mushroom Economics.
Originally titled "WORD PIECE" i wrote this JULY 17’th, 2008 in Amsterdam, Netherlands after my friend Bogus Magus turned me onto the video "6 ways mushrooms can save the planet" by Paul Stamets. Like many other things i write, this "mushroom banking" article lay dormant in my laptop. So now due to the increased interest in BANKING, ECONOMICS and CREDIT i now present the article, with some re-writing and editing as BLOOM and BURST. (BOOM & BUST of mycelium entities)
Your words our words and their words of air-sound-sutra. Binding air-sound-power patterns. Why is money? and how did it get that way? who issues it and how? A coin for a cow? Paper for Gold. Silver? Our money > their money overnight. Who has the magic wands, and is fond of the funds? Who has the rite words and the rote blank cheque? Disorder of things and stuff, multi-ordinal terms fed like helpless worms to herds of hungry birds of pray, each day feeding after the rain storm.
Where is the source, the root and the well spring of your knowledge, our Nohledge and their Scholledge? Who issues it and how? What is a cash cow? Money exchanged for words. Language and economics cow-MING-LING. Money does not grow on trees, psychoactive mushrooms do grow on trees. The bees bring honey to each branch though. the Branch hanging over the bank, the river bank and its dependency on the moon goddess via her rising and falling water levels, bursting and then blooming river banks. In 2008 a river BANK maybe the only Bank you can trust.
And the underground fungi decomposes rotten money theory anyway, a natural fungi force consumes carbon dioxide and releases carbon monoxide. More valuable than cash? A KNU natural economic order will start with mycelium a as the ceiling limit of the fizzcool roots, and financial fibers that, maybe, in the buginning fed all the MONEY TREES. Feeding trees with funky nutrients using the process of decomposition, using calcium and lots of other magic biology.
The truly regenerative and maximum GREEN interests inherent in the fungal feeding of the planetary and inter-planetary bio-sphere make most but not all forms of banking and international financial doo-doings on this planet seem deceptive at best and damned sadistic and apocalyptic at their worst. Now we have the means to communicate more scientifically how and why mycelium networks have spread themselves throughout planet earths biosphere so we can tackle the problems related to fungal-economics (which for me fits in well with the Animal and Plant kingdoms propensity for doing more with less and maximizing their biological connectivity, collective output to the benefit of all. No dropping, carcass, seed or shell goes to waste. The whole biological world recycles itself as in a regenerative Universe, its energy freely flows between species and kingdoms).
Human Banking beings however seem to have a new propensity for hoarding life support to their own gene pool. Life support resources in all their forms are stolen and kept for a few special chosen people or a few International syndicates who claim divine banker child status. Hoarding at the expense of the many--the Majority of humanity on planet earth. And hoarding in contrast to the natural abundance of nature, omnidirectional distribution, maximal connectivity, cooperative banking on change and transformation of states. (Taoist economics?)
The rather simplistic idea of imitating natural systems and natures means of distribution very generally, and then abstracting these general principles to human Economic systems remains a simply floored ideology. The classic Garbage IN/Garbage OUT law springs to mind. And the GREEN economic fungal metaphor of BLOOM and BURST maybe the most eloquent and beautiful metaphor to employ in 2008, pitched against Unrestricted Global Capitalism driven by private interest and crooked double crossed intelligence tsars. (Since writing this passage, Unrestricted Global Capitalism in its most virulent form of unrestricted American Capitalism has rapidly decayed worldwide started by the housing mortgage securities market over estimating how much virtual horse-shit they can shovel at one time).
Depreciating currency imitates the fungal process of breaking down biological matter, making more room at the bottom by recycling, transforming and keeping the processes moving along. If you stay in one place too long with your savings (chemical compound interest) you will rot at the bottom of the pile, without jumping into a new state of energy by the magical trans-formative process. See transmutation, Holy Communion and the U.S Federal Bank of England.
The deception and trickery of the global banking fraudster gamers is also mimicked, on a global scale within fungal communities. BOOM and then DECAY. BLOOM and decomposition In fact mushroom mycelium provide nutrients for germination of most vegetation matter and some very rare Orchids; like the ones that so many Banksters are infatuated with. Penicillin and most of its synthesized drug relatives is another FUNGAL entity, claimed patented and exploited as a Global Pharmo-corp’ dream-drug. In its well known Penicillin incarnation FUNGAL intelligence has already penetrated the MONEY MAZE. Not to mention all the other medical applications and drugs synthesized from mushrooms and/or Fungal bacterium found in nature, while our melting leaders tighten restrictions on the source MUSHROOMS of the healing psychoactive varieties around the world in 2008.
But the poet with honey his mouth does not stop at that. Mushrooms and fungus being used as metaphors for a more synergetic human financial intelligence is just the sprouting TIP! of the underground fruiting body of evidence, spilling billions of its viral meme spores into earths atmosphere every second of every day for a billion years. There mush more to come.
Once the poet has sharpened his gaze, and the haze of terrestrial primate politics and economics vanishes in the life-mazing puzzle views, we can begin to revision our future, past present and perfect days, all-at-once. A galactic Fungal Languaging Entity. (FLE) A self-replicating fungal blogjects through me. A new solid banking practice has come--nourishing the sheep with the farmers profits, so that they grow strong, intelligent and have happy lives. Bah naught.
Our collective cultural symbol systems, yours, theirs? Who issues languages and how? How did language get that way. This way to the museyroom. The trick to solid banking is to nourish the people on their children’s corpses, so they Wall street vampires say. Who would have thought that when you open a bank account they might take your son or daughter off to a foreign country to defend their elaborate symbolic betting shop?
REALITY? who issues it and how? J.P Perky Pat Morgan Skysoft? David Attenborough. The Pope? The Forrest's and fields and mountains and wild mushroom rich terrain of earth? The Oxford English Dictionary? Finnegans Wake? well, I banked with Dr. Robert Anton Wilson while he was incarnated here on planet Earth. Bob’s high interest rates, tragic/comic balance sheets and compassionate magic made his “Bank Of Maybe” (BOM) the model for a new, timeless, immortal banking practice. A Bank without savings. A bank with total investment in each moment, and a bank with the rare and brilliant promise to give away treasures and valuable stocks to strangers for free, in the interests of imitating natures banking practices and its maximal distribution of energy and information as defined by Buckminster Fuller and Claude Shannon respectively. The BOM even has some RAW PATATOES to show that we mean business.
The Jury is still out on Finnegans Wake.
How about the worlds economic financial crash? WHO's ON TRIAL? Whats the CHARGE?
--Fly Agaric 23.
9th October 2008.
This, lay readers and gentilemen, is perhaps the commonest
of all cases arising out of umbrella history in connection with the wood industries in our courts of litigation. D'Oyly Owens
holds (though Finn Magnusson of himself holds also) that so
long as there is a joint deposit account in the two names a
mutual obligation is posited. --FW, Page 575
Your words our words and their words of air-sound-sutra. Binding air-sound-power patterns. Why is money? and how did it get that way? who issues it and how? A coin for a cow? Paper for Gold. Silver? Our money > their money overnight. Who has the magic wands, and is fond of the funds? Who has the rite words and the rote blank cheque? Disorder of things and stuff, multi-ordinal terms fed like helpless worms to herds of hungry birds of pray, each day feeding after the rain storm.
Where is the source, the root and the well spring of your knowledge, our Nohledge and their Scholledge? Who issues it and how? What is a cash cow? Money exchanged for words. Language and economics cow-MING-LING. Money does not grow on trees, psychoactive mushrooms do grow on trees. The bees bring honey to each branch though. the Branch hanging over the bank, the river bank and its dependency on the moon goddess via her rising and falling water levels, bursting and then blooming river banks. In 2008 a river BANK maybe the only Bank you can trust.
Owens cites Brerfuchs and Warren,
a foreign firm, since disseized, registered as Tangos, Limited,
for the sale of certain proprietary articles. The action which was
at the instance of the trustee of the heathen church emergency
fund, suing by its trustee, a resigned civil servant, for the
payment of tithes due was heard by Judge Doyle and also by a
common jury. No question arose as to the debt for which vouchers
spoke volumes. --James Joyce, FW, Page 575.
And the underground fungi decomposes rotten money theory anyway, a natural fungi force consumes carbon dioxide and releases carbon monoxide. More valuable than cash? A KNU natural economic order will start with mycelium a as the ceiling limit of the fizzcool roots, and financial fibers that, maybe, in the buginning fed all the MONEY TREES. Feeding trees with funky nutrients using the process of decomposition, using calcium and lots of other magic biology.
The truly regenerative and maximum GREEN interests inherent in the fungal feeding of the planetary and inter-planetary bio-sphere make most but not all forms of banking and international financial doo-doings on this planet seem deceptive at best and damned sadistic and apocalyptic at their worst. Now we have the means to communicate more scientifically how and why mycelium networks have spread themselves throughout planet earths biosphere so we can tackle the problems related to fungal-economics (which for me fits in well with the Animal and Plant kingdoms propensity for doing more with less and maximizing their biological connectivity, collective output to the benefit of all. No dropping, carcass, seed or shell goes to waste. The whole biological world recycles itself as in a regenerative Universe, its energy freely flows between species and kingdoms).
The fund trustee, one Jucundus Fecundus Xero
Pecundus Coppercheap, counterclaimed that payment was invalid
having been tendered to creditor under cover of a crossed cheque,
signed in the ordinary course, in the name of Wieldhelm, Hurls
Cross, voucher copy provided, and drawn by the senior partner
only by whom the lodgment of the species had been effected but
in their joint names. --James Joyce, FW, Page 575.
Human Banking beings however seem to have a new propensity for hoarding life support to their own gene pool. Life support resources in all their forms are stolen and kept for a few special chosen people or a few International syndicates who claim divine banker child status. Hoarding at the expense of the many--the Majority of humanity on planet earth. And hoarding in contrast to the natural abundance of nature, omnidirectional distribution, maximal connectivity, cooperative banking on change and transformation of states. (Taoist economics?)
The rather simplistic idea of imitating natural systems and natures means of distribution very generally, and then abstracting these general principles to human Economic systems remains a simply floored ideology. The classic Garbage IN/Garbage OUT law springs to mind. And the GREEN economic fungal metaphor of BLOOM and BURST maybe the most eloquent and beautiful metaphor to employ in 2008, pitched against Unrestricted Global Capitalism driven by private interest and crooked double crossed intelligence tsars. (Since writing this passage, Unrestricted Global Capitalism in its most virulent form of unrestricted American Capitalism has rapidly decayed worldwide started by the housing mortgage securities market over estimating how much virtual horse-shit they can shovel at one time).
Depreciating currency imitates the fungal process of breaking down biological matter, making more room at the bottom by recycling, transforming and keeping the processes moving along. If you stay in one place too long with your savings (chemical compound interest) you will rot at the bottom of the pile, without jumping into a new state of energy by the magical trans-formative process. See transmutation, Holy Communion and the U.S Federal Bank of England.
The bank particularised, the national misery
(now almost entirely in the hands of the four chief bondholders
for value in Tangos), declined to pay the draft, though there
were ample reserves to meet the liability, whereupon the trusty
Coppercheap negociated it for and on behalf of the fund of the
thing to a client of his, a notary, from whom, on consideration, he
received in exchange legal relief as between trusthee and bethrust,
with thanks. --James Joyce, FW, Page 575.
The deception and trickery of the global banking fraudster gamers is also mimicked, on a global scale within fungal communities. BOOM and then DECAY. BLOOM and decomposition In fact mushroom mycelium provide nutrients for germination of most vegetation matter and some very rare Orchids; like the ones that so many Banksters are infatuated with. Penicillin and most of its synthesized drug relatives is another FUNGAL entity, claimed patented and exploited as a Global Pharmo-corp’ dream-drug. In its well known Penicillin incarnation FUNGAL intelligence has already penetrated the MONEY MAZE. Not to mention all the other medical applications and drugs synthesized from mushrooms and/or Fungal bacterium found in nature, while our melting leaders tighten restrictions on the source MUSHROOMS of the healing psychoactive varieties around the world in 2008.
But the poet with honey his mouth does not stop at that. Mushrooms and fungus being used as metaphors for a more synergetic human financial intelligence is just the sprouting TIP! of the underground fruiting body of evidence, spilling billions of its viral meme spores into earths atmosphere every second of every day for a billion years. There mush more to come.
Once the poet has sharpened his gaze, and the haze of terrestrial primate politics and economics vanishes in the life-mazing puzzle views, we can begin to revision our future, past present and perfect days, all-at-once. A galactic Fungal Languaging Entity. (FLE) A self-replicating fungal blogjects through me. A new solid banking practice has come--nourishing the sheep with the farmers profits, so that they grow strong, intelligent and have happy lives. Bah naught.
Since then the cheque, a good washable pink,
embossed D you D No 11 hundred and thirty 2, good for the figure
and face, had been circulating in the country for over thirtynine
years among holders of Pango stock, a rival concern, though not
one demonetised farthing had ever spun or fluctuated across the
counter in the semblance of hard coin or liquid cash. The jury (a
sour dozen of stout fellows all of whom were curiously named
after doyles) naturally disagreed jointly and severally, and the
belligerent judge, disagreeing with the allied jurors'
disagreement, went outside his jurisfiction altogether and ordered a
garnishee attachment to the neutral firm. --James Joyce, FW, Page 575.
Our collective cultural symbol systems, yours, theirs? Who issues languages and how? How did language get that way. This way to the museyroom. The trick to solid banking is to nourish the people on their children’s corpses, so they Wall street vampires say. Who would have thought that when you open a bank account they might take your son or daughter off to a foreign country to defend their elaborate symbolic betting shop?
discounted Mr Brakeforth's first of all in
exchange at nine months from date without issue and, to be strictly
literal, unbottled in corrubberation a current account of how
she had been made at sight for services rendered the
payeedrawee of unwashable blank assignations, sometimes pinkwilliams
(laughter)-- James Joyce, FW, Page 576.
REALITY? who issues it and how? J.P Perky Pat Morgan Skysoft? David Attenborough. The Pope? The Forrest's and fields and mountains and wild mushroom rich terrain of earth? The Oxford English Dictionary? Finnegans Wake? well, I banked with Dr. Robert Anton Wilson while he was incarnated here on planet Earth. Bob’s high interest rates, tragic/comic balance sheets and compassionate magic made his “Bank Of Maybe” (BOM) the model for a new, timeless, immortal banking practice. A Bank without savings. A bank with total investment in each moment, and a bank with the rare and brilliant promise to give away treasures and valuable stocks to strangers for free, in the interests of imitating natures banking practices and its maximal distribution of energy and information as defined by Buckminster Fuller and Claude Shannon respectively. The BOM even has some RAW PATATOES to show that we mean business.
jock and jarry in that little green courtinghousie for her
satisfaction and as a whole act of settlement to reamalgamate herself,
tomorrow perforce, in pardonership with the permanent suing fond
trustee, Monsignore Pepigi, under the new style of Will
Breakfast and Sparrem, as, when all his cognisances had been estreated,
he seemed to proffer the steadiest interest towards her, but this
prepoposal was ruled out on appeal by Judge Jeremy Doyler, who,
reserving judgment in a matter of courts and reversing the
findings of the lower correctional, found, beyond doubt of treuson,
fending the dissassents of the pickpackpanel, twelve as upright
judaces as ever let down their thoms, and, occupante extremum --James Joyce, FW, Page 576.
The Jury is still out on Finnegans Wake.
How about the worlds economic financial crash? WHO's ON TRIAL? Whats the CHARGE?
--Fly Agaric 23.
9th October 2008.
AM is for AMANITA MUSCARIA: PISS AND FINNEGANS WAKE P. 570-71
AMANITA MUSCARIA, WORD 'PISS AND FINNEGANS WAKE P. 570-71.
FLYNAGAINS AWAKE AGAIN BLOG 2005.
FW BLOG 2005.
Horseplay & Finnegans Wake. BLOG 2006.
FW Part 1. Episode 5. Page 106. 2006.
Resurrect The Wake 2007. (Full Article)
THE BREW IS ALL 2007.
JOYCE AND POUND TRANSFORMATIONS 2007.
ALP 111 and RAWs WAKE 2008.
BACK IN THE MUSEYROOM. Page 8 of FW. 2008.
The Jinnies and the Museyroom. Page 8 cont... 2008.
From here you might like to check out WITCHES BREW by Eric Rosenbloom, that explores Joyce’s use of alchemy within Finnegans Wake. PDF Download..
Maybe you'll listen to Bitches Brew by Miles Davis while your reading?
I'm off to bed..
--fly
Shannanigums Wave Book 1 Chapter 1 d by flyagaric23
"The cyclops, however, "Is" also soma, the "Not-born One-eye" the source of unitary vision. Therefore, while the giant (or dragon) may not appear as wise, nevertheless he frequently guards a "treasure" associated with wisdom or even soma, such as a golden fleece, golden apples, or simply gold. --Peter Lamborn Wilson, Irish Soma.
FLYNAGAINS AWAKE AGAIN BLOG 2005.
FW BLOG 2005.
Horseplay & Finnegans Wake. BLOG 2006.
FW Part 1. Episode 5. Page 106. 2006.
Resurrect The Wake 2007. (Full Article)
THE BREW IS ALL 2007.
JOYCE AND POUND TRANSFORMATIONS 2007.
ALP 111 and RAWs WAKE 2008.
BACK IN THE MUSEYROOM. Page 8 of FW. 2008.
The Jinnies and the Museyroom. Page 8 cont... 2008.
Yes, O pity! At earliest moment! That prickly heat feeling!
Forthink not me spill it's at always so guey. Here we shall do a
far walk (O pity) anygo khaibits till the number one of sairey's
place. Is, is. I want you to admire her sceneries illustrationing
our national first rout, one ought ought one. We shall too
downlook on that ford whcre Sylvanus Sanctus washed but
hurdley those tips of his anointeds. Do not show ever retrorsehim,
crockodeyled, till that you become quite crimstone in the face!
Beware! guardafew! It is Stealer of the Heart! I am anxious in
regard you should everthrown your sillarsalt. I will dui sui,
tef --570
nute ! These brilling waveleaplights! Please say me how sing you
them. Seekhem seckhem! They arise from a clear springwell in
the near of our park which makes the daft to hear all blend. This
place of endearment! How it is clear! And how they cast their
spells upon, the fronds that thereup float, the bookstaff
branchings! The druggeted stems, the leaves incut on trees! Do you
can their tantrist spellings? I can lese, skillmistress aiding. Elm,
bay, this way, cull dare, take a message, tawny runes ilex sallow,
meet me at the pine. Yes, they shall have brought us to the water
trysting, by hedjes of maiden ferm. then here in another place is
their chapelofeases, sold for song, of which you have thought
my praise too much my price. O ma ma! Yes, sad one of Ziod?
Sell me, my soul dear! Ah, my sorrowful, his cloister dreeping
of his monkshood, how it is triste to death, all his dark ivytod!
Where cold in dearth. Yet see, my blanching kissabelle, in the
under close she is allso gay, her kirtles green, her curtsies white,
her peony pears, her nistlingsloes! I, pipette, I must also
quicklingly to tryst myself softly into this littleeasechapel. I would
rather than Ireland! But I pray, make! Do your easiness! O,
peace, this is heaven! O, Mr Prince of Pouringtoher, whatever
shall I pppease to do? Why do you so lifesighs, my precious, as
I hear from you, with limmenings lemantitions, after that swollen
one? I am not sighing, I assure, but only I am soso sorry about
all in my saarasplace. Listen, listen ! I am doing it. Hear more to
those voices! Always I am hearing them. Horsehem coughs
enough. Annshee lispes privily. --James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, Part:3 Episode:14 Page:571
From here you might like to check out WITCHES BREW by Eric Rosenbloom, that explores Joyce’s use of alchemy within Finnegans Wake. PDF Download..
Maybe you'll listen to Bitches Brew by Miles Davis while your reading?
I'm off to bed..
--fly
Shannanigums Wave Book 1 Chapter 1 d by flyagaric23
FLY AGARICS EMERGENCY H$H BAIL OUT PLAN.T (B.O.P)
HA$H/MARIJUANA BAIL OUT PROPOSAL.
BY FLY AGARIC 23. (HA$H MORTGAGE SECURE TEAS)
BY FLY AGARIC 23. (HA$H MORTGAGE SECURE TEAS)
8th OCTOBER 2008.
For immidiate worldwide free copy and distribution.
My H$H GREEN bail-out has a real bail. And has real green pot.
To mean my H$H GREEN Bail is Cannabis! Yes. My HA$H plan.
To save the American Hempire, this Emergency HA$H/Cannabis
Bai-LOUT Plan.t.
To manufacture a new housing security market. HA$H/Cannabis
mortgages backed up by plants. Secure. Safe. Sure to flower.
Invest cash in HA$H by the Pound. My Green bail-out for the
Housing market involves growing 10 plants per U.S household.
A new Cannabis market will take off like a rocket. Check it.
To mean my H$H GREEN Bail is Cannabis! Yes. My HA$H plan.
To save the American Hempire, this Emergency HA$H/Cannabis
Bai-LOUT Plan.t.
To manufacture a new housing security market. HA$H/Cannabis
mortgages backed up by plants. Secure. Safe. Sure to flower.
Invest cash in HA$H by the Pound. My Green bail-out for the
Housing market involves growing 10 plants per U.S household.
A new Cannabis market will take off like a rocket. Check it.
“As long as the sun keeps shining or your hydro’ lights stay on, you can sleep sound with the security of cannabis investments.” --HA$H MORTGAGE SECURE TEAS
In the wake of recent economic and financial catastrophe i'll wager not not one political mouthpiece or media whorehouse has entertained the prospect of a HA$H/MARIJUANA BAIL OUT PROGRAM: The Global decriminalization of Cannabis related crimes and the creation of roughly 160 new national HA$H/MARIJUANA trading nations.) Considering its historic hemp constitution, the United States might be the first to adopt my plan. Or something resembling it, drawn up by some clever clogs at the GREEN party. Yeah. Sure.
“Trust your crop not your government banking cop.”--HA$H MORTGAGE SECURE TEAS
Imagine, not only will the new green market boost and blaze the currently crippled global economy with a grass-roots plan for rapid growth and HA$H cash injections, but, the medicinal and social benefits of a nation, or nations with un-punished access to high quality Cannabis maybe critical in times of deep depression, recession and mad greed wars. When all else is crumbling and decaying around you it just might be nice, at least, to smoke a splff if you wanted too, or else eat a pot brownie, and well now, hell, why not fuck in the streets too?
Along with the Netherlands; Iceland, Ireland, Malaysia, Britain, Germany, America, Japan, Kenya and Canada will all have their experimental 12 month trial period adopting Cannabis decriminalization; starting April 20th 2009. Licensed smoking houses, information centers and trading markets combined with the freedom for each individual to grow at least 2 plants and have up to 12 ounces of ready to smoke Cannabis in their possession will create a buzzing community of calm and creative people, living harmoniously with others who maybe driving their death monsters, drinking poison or eating death foods,
“"We'll tolerate their hobbies if they'll tolerate ours" --Guns and Dope party slogan.
The massive insurgence of green-fingered gardening fanatics and peaceful growers will boost the market for growing equipment, soil, fertilizer, comic book and science fiction culture, and get troublsom kids off the street and into the garden. Also people will be encouraged to move around in their communities, sharing cuttings, tips and buds with oneanother, while getting back into some of natures most ancient cycles and gaining new awareness for seasons, for biological science, cleanliness.
"Hi yield guarantea.”--HA$H MORTGAGE SECURE TEAS
The HA$H bail-out horticulture plan nurtures the careful, loving preparation rituals, the care and individual responsibility required to grow Cannabis for Secure mortgages of the highest quality, to help re-grow and to re-invigorate the US property market, and then also possibly the entire worlds property markets, unleashing the potential for the more meaningful GREEN energy revolution, GREEN medicine, GREEN fiber (and it does not certainly have to be colored green it can be dyed other colors), GREEN fuel, GREEN paper, GREEN currency. Think about it. Corn was once a kind of plant-currency. The Funky green corn called Cannabis could really, joking aside now, help the world economy get itself out of the current slump, where investments in Bombs, Germs, Steel, GOV DRUGS, OIL etc. have us spinning into a dirty non GREEN funky spell.
The Iraq war has cost roughly $700 Billion so far in America alone. Britain just spent 33 Billion on a new Trident Nuclear Missile program. This is RED investment. RED for the blood of KILLINGRY. The business of death and decay. From Nukes right down to computer chips that guide them, Killingry is not an option for any harmonious future between humanity and planet earth. I am for Livingry, for cooperation and for good sound thinking, these are the order for these tricky days ahead and the task of solving some of the dire problums we are wrapped up in.
"Do the H$H BOP and trim your profit from the tip-top"--HA$H MORTGAGE SECURE TEAS
My green HA$H bail-out proposal (H$H B.O.P) maybe a little more of a serious proposal than at first strikes you. Only the LAWS of prohibition, so vehemently enforced by the TSOG USA, the TSOG UK and the European TSOG Union stand in the way, realistically to a new worldwide HA$H BAIL out mortgages securities market. They could drop that law ina flash, let all the Cannabis crime related prisoners walk free and invest the surplus CA$H and maybe begin gra$$ roots sparkt-up companies that specialize in GREEN! hemp and GREEN Cannabis related products, products of LIVINGRY, soap, bread, cakes, clothing, footwear, building materials, fuel, fuel, cookies etc. Good food, clothing, fuel and shelter stuff. Opposed to Nukes and Fossil fuels and Virtual “joke” credit.
WASHINGTON, D.C. -- Continuing the recent trend, marijuana arrests set another all-time record in 2007, totaling 872,720. --http://www.cannabisculture.com/articles/5268.html
The H$H BOP would also be turning around the horrible and inhumane punishment against mostly harmless citizens who enjoy the relaxing effects of Cannabis. Those who are incarcerated for dealing bigger quantities will be unable to re offend due to the legalization of the Cannabis drug they may, or may not have been illegally dealing. These individuals can be trained and primed further for good work in the marketing and administration departments of this, or another GREEN Spark up company, utilizing their networking skills and love of people and culture. To give one example of turning a good human being from a criminal into a useful member of society. If Cannabis criminals became Cannabiks criminals overnight when the first LAWS were enacted then Cannabis Criminals can become Cannabis citizens overnight just a quickly.
--Some figures, quotes and references to help flesh out the landscape of HA$H MORTGAGE SECURE TEAS.
If more and more people lose jobs and/or health insurance we may see a shift from pharmacy drugs to illicit drugs. Alcohol or marijuana may be a cheaper sleeping aid or anti-anxiety drugs than their prescribed competitors. --http://www.alternet.org/drugreporter/101373/how_will_the_economic_crisis_impact_drug_use/
"With government at all levels awash in debt, this is an insane waste of resources. If we regulated and taxed marijuana as we do beer, wine, and cigarettes, we could save tens of billions of dollars, better control marijuana's production and distribution, and cut off a huge source of funding to criminal gangs."--Rob Kampia, executive director of the Marijuana Policy Project in Washington, D.C.
Use permits are commonly used for a wide variety of individuals and businesses. (Is there an equivalent that would work better?) The maxim is what you use, you pay for. Only prohibition has prevented medi-cannabis contributions to the county in the past. Patients, caregivers, collectives and cooperatives in the medical marijuana community use the roads, parks, schools, law enforcement, health and other county services.
So we ask the voters to make it county policy to allow us to contribute our fair share economically to the whole, based on cultivating and/or transporting marijuana for medical purposes. (Logistics to be worked out before going to the voters for signatures.) --Pebbles Trippet
Organized by MMMAB/Mendocino Medical Marijuana Advisory Board. http://www.indybay.org/newsitems/2008/09/28/18541739.php
Marijuana possession is increasingly the bulk of the "War on Drugs"
More arrests for marijuana are for simple possession than for any other drug. While only 11% of marijuana arrests involve buying, selling, trafficking, or manufacture, that rate for heroin and cocaine is 27% and that rate for synthetic drugs is 31%. --http://www.cannabisculture.com/articles/5268.html
Steven James Pratt
a.k.a Fly Agaric 23.
8th October 2008.
Q is for Quotes: from Canto LXXXVII by Ezra Pound redirected to the World Banking Cabals of 2008.
Was De Molay making loans without interest?
Church councils bumbling, Fanatics do not understand interest.
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infantilism increasing till our time,
attention to outlet, no attension to source,
That is: the problum of issue.
Who issues it? How?
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"Pity to stamp save weight."
Always the undertow,
gold-bugs against ANY order,
Seeking the common (as Ari says)
Practice for squeeze.
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"Nowt better than a share (Mencius)
nor worse than a fixed charge."
That is the great chapter, Mencius III, I, III, 6.
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"but", said Antonius, "Law rules the sea".
"And that the state shd/ have benefit
from private misfortune,
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...between the usurer and any man who
wants to do a good job (perenne) without regard to production -- a charge for the use of money or credit.
not in my time, not under me."
Quoted from Ezra Pound Canto LXXXVII.
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