JS is for JOHN SINCLAIR

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Charles Olson/ Theolonious Monk!
Sonny Boy Williamson/Alan Ginsberg
Marshal Mcluhan/Sun Ra
W.C Williams/Dizzy Gillespie
Sun Ra - Lenny Bruce/Charlie Parker

Dr. Timothy Leary/Coltrane

Ornette Coleman/William S. Burroughs.
Charles Mingus/Ezra Pound

Robert Anton Wilson/Milt Jackson



"this is what they mean
when they talk about he blues,
this is what the blues is all about:
"fattening frogs for snakes"
& watching the mother fucking snakes
slither off with the very thing you have made" --John Sinclair.

FRIDAY THE 13TH - John Sinclair and his Amsterdam Blues Scholars by flyagaric23


John tells tales of heroic men of big heart and soul and full of music, tales in the folk idiom of legend. Magic languages made from wire on a stick or harmonica, a tin-can, a glass bottle and cap. Here are tales, localized and time-binded together by our giant beat poet scholar. Tales to resonate with Times


Yeah yer right John! Fattening Frogs for snakes. So that the motherfucking snakes can slither off with what you have made. Yourself, Timothy Leary, William S. Burroughs and Robert Anton Wilson for example have been cultural pioneers with a huge and a mostly unacknowledged contribution to our culture (Any Counterculture left) not gobbled up by an institution and/or private corporation.

The line "fattening frogs for snakes" - struck into my neurons, as it gets to the heart of the matter of music, business and culture since 1928 until 2009. If your starting out in the music business you better check out the snake scene in your town or village and prepare for a banquet of snakes and ladders when mixing with music industry goons. One difference i perceve today, to my 32 year old mind, is that the snakes have copulated since the 1920's and now have a 3rd' generation offspring--Unrestricted Global Finance Kapitalism (UGFK)--and the process of "fattening frogs for snakes" continues in every area of our lives. Not just confined to the Ghetto as the planet seems like a ghetto to me sometimes. Greed and glutony for the interests of a few nuts bent on religion and/or political power that i guess they don't see the problem of issue, who issues it and how? It' signifying media in all its forms: Paper Money, Water, Television, Gold, Internet, Newspapers, Music.


"Olson also shares Pound's thesis that economic and verbal corruption are
linked. Throughout the Maximus Poems he is at pains to demonstrate that the
decline of Glouster is a function of its finacial dependence upon outsiders,
upon men whose sole concern is private gain rather than the harbor's general
welfare. "in the present shame of the wondership stolen by ownership. --Charles Olsen, Letter 3":9. Michael Bernstein. The Tale of the Tribe: Ezra Pound and The Modern Verse Epic.

Fattening Frogs for Snakes" as interpreted by the Amsdetroit' bard seems to have the qualities of "The Tale of the Tribe". Or an Epic Poem. Singing matter, dancing matter, shouting matter. The poet weaves and sews together biographical seeds into condensed verse that come up like Pea Vines, strong and healthy tales, stories of the Blues and Jazz legends within their elements, not isolated into a 21st century New York. FFFS, with the aditional audio components becomes a sound & picture poem - including history that you can listen to and read in synchrony. The word "Tribe" resonates with John's continued addiction, infatuation and love affair with Black Music, from the musical Eden: New Orleans, to Chicago, New York and spreading throughout the globe, John has indeed gathered the tale's of the African American Tribes. And is after all himself Big Chief. John's Poetry and prose seem refreshing in their time-space binding - hunkered down and rooted within the subject matter - informing the reader when and where the poem's gaze is cast.

"AIR, n. A nutritious substance supplied by a bountiful Providence for the fattening of the poor." --Ambrose Bierce

With the webnet in 2009, and with resources and tools spilling out of the blue's-sphere (the blue-tooth) zones, togther as a team we can contribute creatively without a particular bias or bank roller boss-hog. With an honest will to help build up the tribal knowledge base for everyone, enrich the free and revolutionary mediasphere with gifts of radiance and beauty. The spirit of the internet and its sharing and user driven content reflects the spirit of cultural revolution and the race towards a new - language - crafted for the most part by North American's in the 60's and 70's.


The poet has a very rich and nutritional array of multi-media communication devices, Biographical DVD "20 to life", books such as "Guitar Army", "Fattening Frogs for snakes", "It's All Good" hundreds of linear notes and published articles about Blues, Jazz and Revolutionary culture, plus many freely accesible edutainment-spaces such as John Sinclair Television, Radiofreeamsterdam and his own diary-website johnsinclair.us.


"Fattening Frogs for Snakes," yeh, that's what Americans do, except the ones that really is snakes. That is the United SNAKES ain't it? So from jump, John know, what the definition of hope to die (say when) American is. And he rejects it like the music do. The music reject it because American is a definition of what ain't got no use for the blues or for those who make the blues.--Amiri Baraka, Frome the introduction of "Fattening Frogs for Snakes."


Poetic historicism, music criticism and the post modern condition of Dr. John Sinclair.

"But the basic problem was semiotic. Debate collapsed into emotional babble because there was no language or conceptual model of what happened when you got "high", "stoned", "fucked up", "loaded", "wasted", "blessed", "spaced out", "illuminated", "satirized," "god-intoxicated", etc. -- Dr. Timothy Leary. Cyberpunks Cyberfreedom. Page 97."



As exile, criminal gang member and poetic terrorist, John Sinclair seems to me about as close to a no bullshit human being can find in 2009. Writing, living and being a poet, full time. No Television. No motor vehicle. Just a laptop and many manuscripts. John Sinclair lives on the road busy with a blazing output of words and music and speech that equals that of any small publishing house in the Netherlands.

John brings the optimism and improvisational skills of the 60's into the 2010's - dragging the whole gunny sack of alternative, countercultural history behind him, beard pointing forwards into the unknown, that Bird solo or that Monk song, that infinite recursive mysterioso, that new world and de-patterning of the regular program.

The smashing and trampling upon the normal with scholarly alternative models, like Punk Rock, The Black Panther Party, The Weather Underground, The league for Spiritual Discovery, the Discordian Society, Trans-Love energies and others. Yes, John Sinclair built alternatives to the American Killingry machine way back when, way back in 1964, before the Chicago Storm Trooper went wild in 68', before Kennedy was assassinated by insider traders. Way back when, John Sinclair was building more cultural relations and artistic communities that the entire U.S Government combined, who were, as we now know were busy fucking up relationships in the rest of the world, and expanding the slave-hive of unrestricted Global finance capitalism.

Along with Dr. Timothy Leary, Abbie Hoffman, Robert Anton Wilson, Alan Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs. Having something in common with all of these, combined with his own detroit Jazz glossings and more musical organizing and focus. The Music, the beat, the exploration of new sounds, were all coming together and being represented by John at that time, and still now, 50 years later, he continues to radiate the spirit of rebellion, alternativity and contempt and criticism of authority, while empowering each and every individual to realization, often via their ears. Nothing is not new. And only the authentic experiences and time tried and tested methods of judgement are used to forward the communications, snowballing into the 21st century, John carries the reefer torch of the 60's counterculture, in some sense. Burning bright and blinding, like fire crystal or an atomic reactor, John radiates the spirit of protest, and the maxim "Think for yourself, question everything, especially authority", at every chance he finds within his tight schedule of Zen-mind encounters with rookie stoners and pot groupies, whom he loves equally and fully, as many survivor's of the 60's have learn't, except maybe George Herbert Walker Bush and long list of CIA rats and robbers that fucked up the cultural landscape at every opportunity in the name of national security and a few paranoid religiously blinded individuals delusions.

"melopoeia, Òwherein the words are charged, over and above their plain meaning, with some musical property, which directs the bearing or trend of that meaning,Ó phanopoeia, the Òcasting of images upon the visual imagination,Ó and logopoeia, Òthe dance of the intellect among words.Ó This tripartite schemeÑthe musical, the visual, the conceptualÑreappears in the ABC of Reading (1934) which contains such famous aphorisms as ÒLiterature is news that STAYS news,Ó ÒGreat literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree,Ó and ÒPoetry is the most concentrated form of verbal expression.Ó http://www.bostonreview.net/BR29.2/perloff.html"

Beyond what John Sinclair writes he has had a life experience that equals that of any 20th century POP icon, except for the fact that Sinclair has often been smashing that POP ideology with a diamond headed hammer since first encountering the heavy handed, lawyer run capitalism and music industry at an early age. Not to mention the storm troopers attacking young American's, their language, art, music and Kulture, at every possible place. Stooping so low as to continue their false flag operations, or violent terrorism against their own citizens, or their targets, as they were to seen by the perpetrators and agents of death plots, assassinations and bombings, and drug set-up's, and Gurilla warfare raged on some drugs. And the list of terrible things the U.S Government has done around the world goes on, and meets the British, German, French and Italian and Dutch Governments along the way, snowballing into a New World Order around the mid 1970's, when i was born (15th April 1976).

Anybody who has read a little alternative American History of the calibre of Gore Vidal, Norman Mailer, John Zerzan, Robert Anton Wilson, Howard Zinn, Kurt Vonnegut and Micheal Parenti will find the crooked government meddling and interference with cultural developement in "It's all Good: a John Sinclair reader" familiar.

Feedback from an Individual American standing up to the Tsarist Occupation Government throughout, what are, lets hope, the worst 40 years of American imperialism, greed and crazed rogue CIA terrorism the planet has had to endure. Now something else, please.


John himself was indicted by the U.S Government on charges lodged by the CIA, trying to associate him with a plot to Blow up a CIA recruiting office! And the case soon fell apart when it was soon discovered that evidence had been gathered by using illegal wire taps, a popular way that the Government kept an all seeing EYE on the potential terrorists, to them, who were breeding in the seedy underworld of beatniks, communists, jazz junkies and drug deranged hippies.

"Then, as the poem continues, Sinclair rails that the music of these poor descendants of slaves would be exploited and sold without any of them receiving proper credit or compensation for their contributions http://www.bestofneworleans.com/dispatch/2002-12-10/ae_feat.html

And so the forces that have shaped the life experiences of John Sinclair are themselves exorcised by his continued writing, performance poetry and good cheer and stand as a testament to resistance, protest and the perpetual scholars gaze into the deep questions: what culture, what good music, what revolution? The Godfather of Punk has turned American culture into his theme park, inhabited by Bird, Diz, Monk, Ruby, Sonny Boy, Kerouac, Sun Ra and His Arkestra's, the entire Beat ouvre', Olson, Burroughs, Coltrane, The beatles', John Lennon, Fela Kuti, james Brown, The Mardi Grais Indian's of New Orleans, Bar room boogie woogie, Trip Jazz, Mingus, Kenny Clark, Miles Davis, Alan Ginsberg, Archie Shepp, Stevie Wonder, the MC5, Hendrix, Elvis. Sinclair's theme world contains almost everything i like about America, and this model seems to hold out the idea of America itself, otherwise it's Coca-Cola, Ronald McDonald and the CIA all the way. Sinclair, in my humble opinion synthesises the best of American Kulture, distills the crap from the treasures, and even today, lives his word and deed in resonance with his tribes and teachers, a man of peace, peace to mean opposite of war, but not necessarily without trouble.

"You don't just go out one day and pick a style off a tree" --Dexter Gordon

And so we sit here, smoking trees for Saturnalia. Writing for the hell of it. I am here at the table writing about Sinclair who sits' opposite me, smiling, tapping his foot, minding his own business, but sharing everything he has to share, and caring with an equal intensity for all things he can cram into his gaze. The humble giant has a work rate double that of my own, sitting at the keyboard hammering away as monk spin's off the spindle on the phonograph. Yes, he's here and writing a small book a day, combined email, radio show details, and other writing merge together into a master class in language and post apocalyptic communications from a master of the filed. John Sinclair. Yeah, yer right.

"In especial one notes the "extraordinary" length of the rhythm pattern units [in Oriental Music], comparable to the mediaeval rhyme scheme of Provencal canzos, where, for example, one finds a rhyme pattern which begins its six-ply repeat after the seventeenth different terminal sound. In this Arabic music, as in the Provencal metrical scheme, the effect of the subtler repetitions only become apparent in the third or fourth strophe, and then culminates in the fifth or sixth, as a sort of horizontal instead of perpendicular chord. One might call it a "sort of counterpoint: if one can conceive a counterpoint which plays not against a sound newly struck, but against the residuum and residua of sounds which hangs in the auditory memory.
In the two cases, Arabic music and Provecal verse , where there was no musical "harmony" and no counterpoint in Bach's sense of the word, this elaboration on echo has attained great complexity , and can give great delight to the ears which are either "trained" to it, or which have a natural aptitude for perceiving it. In Europe this aptitude or perceptivity lasted at least until Dante's time, and prompted in him several opinions on the relative merit of provencal artists, which have puzzled thich eared "modern" philologists. --Ezra Pound, The New Age, April 15th, 1920.


Its all Good: A John Sinclair Reader.
22 poems and 22 prose pieces.

I'm tellin' all my friends, I'm no longer fattening frogs for snakes' --Sonny Boy Williamson.

"he has taken, laudably, the speech of the men he treats of and, by clipping to essentials, revealed its closest nature--its pace, its "meaning." And this is his poetry." Williams Carlos Williams on Ezra Pound.

"Williams Carlos Williams personally mentored Charles Olson, (to Creely at Black Mountain) Williams was friends with Kenneth Rexroth, the founder of the San Francisco Renaissance." --Wiki

John Sinclair lives and walks in Amsterdam. Europe. He seems to be producing artistic output that deserves closer investigation, i suspect that he reads at least on average 5 books a week, and is recording several radio-shows each week; some of the richest cultural music i have ever heard. The pen, the microphone the improvisational skills. The life experience to make reality drip from his words like hash Honey from 1968. A man of his sweet word. Enough nouns, to the gumbo and dancefloor.

As John Sinclair lives and breathes, and as he is my friend, and my favorite DJ in 2008, i'll transplant what i have learned from Robert Anton Wilson, and put John Sinclair through the interactive vortex, "The tale of the tribe." as i see it interpreted by RAW.

John splices historical, biographical and critical strains of tribal text together in a novel way to produce high grade wisdom language. Plus a counterpoint within the music itself, encouraging no-place places of poetry.

Economics, social science, psychology, jazz & blues ontology, poetry-- the dance of the intellect among words. Hermaneutical gumbo, at least on the surface, JS' in his new book demonstrates the art of capturing the experience, first hand, to mouth to heart to head and around again.

Whatever I choose to call John Sinclair, or label him as, be it beat poet, revolutionary scholar, essayist, historian, professor of Jazz and Blues; I get the feeling that these labels often detract from him being, very generally Ð a force for good. And so what is good you may ask, what makes somebody a force for good, well in my opinion and very generally speaking a force for good radiates compassion, knowledge, experience and good-judgement, to mean right judgement.

"In the poem "Fattening Frogs for Snakes," Sinclair explains how blues music came to be and the different strands of people and geography that intertwined to make it."


What does Good mean to you in 2009?

Good, like the word right can be used will-nilly and haphazardly these days, but again we must ask what are the attributes and affinities of good, and how does a human being become a force for good? I guess that we must construct some kind of hierrarchy of values, a spectrum of probabilities and something as close to science or to correct knowledge, right-knowledge; as we can get. This might be described as a kind of social cybernetics, where human beings are compared and validated based upon their actions, shared experience and artefacts, or based loosely upon their information output patterns, on their observations and perceptions studied at various moments throughout their life. A hierrachy of values then, would be a smart tool that enables a more meaningful, in full technicolor, term, like good being used properly to describe a human being. Or as I prefer a Ð force Ð for good as like R. Buckminster Fuller says ÒI see no nouns I only see verbsÓ, and ÒI am a verbÓ. Goodness lasts longer than good and when yu loose an ÒOÓ my goodness becomes godness, its all god from then on, which is a great way to remember the Good God, Devil Evil, trick of English. Only one letter gets change but this produces and whole world of difference.

Like musical Ballads and Road balards. Such is the delicate and easily bastardized and burgularized state of our language, but here with ÒItÕs all good: a John Sinclair readerÓ we have an opportunity to exhibit the questions about goodness, weigh up the evidence and examine the artefacts, make a new analysis based upon all the new historical data, (such as the first president of African-American geneology), evaluations modified and the turbulant forces at play during many key historical moments of American and world history can be distilled, with this line of study based on a hierrachy of values, to produce fully sourced and well documented re-analysis of the forces of good and evil and the sly zones in between the two. Where dry becomes damp, which then gets soggy before becoming wet.

"Iyan mu ire yo; iyan ro ire ru. "When there is famine the cricket is fat" (that is, is considered good enough to eat); "when the famine is over the cricket is lean" (i.e., is rejected)." from the African YARUBA folk-lore/language.

My aim is to present the book ÒItÕs All Good: a John Sinclair ReaderÓ as a hierrachy of values, a distilled look at what makes it good, and a look at the forces for good playing out in the content.
As with any hip culture and every positive cultural force, the language and the language makers turn on themselves in a dialectic of opposites, where ÒBadÓ for example, becomes a word used to denote a good force, in some sense, as James BrownÕs album "Superbad" pays testament, or the immortalized words of Run DMC ÒNot black meaning bad but black meaning goodÓ.
Growing up in England during the late 90's a badboy or badbwoy was in fact used to denote a positive cultural force within the context that we used it in. There are many other examples, so many that it appears to me that within the music and DJ culture of 2008 the English language has lost much of itÕs use as a force for good, since so much nonsense has been written about music, art and culture lately, propelled by the unrestricted global corporate capitalist pop culture corpse-press, that words, by themselves are no longer worth the kind of value that they were a few years ago, or 30 years ago, or hundreds, or maybe just 2 months (consider the term Bail Out and World Financial Crisis before september 2008).

"JS has been a WHITE PANTHER (NOSHIT) doing time for the crime of thought. And resistance to the continuing slavery of US imperialism and its prophylactic, racism. J has always been on the firing line, on the front line of saying and doing. He is a brother, in the real sense, of the flash and spirit, and his words, his stance, his loves, his perception and rationalization of the world, will bring him close to anyone not in the straighjacket of random imbecility and opportunism (the "most finished form" of which, said Lenin, is National Chauvanism). --Amiri Baraka,

Long gone, in the west at least, are the times and cultures where language was held to be a treasure and sacred artform, to be used in harmony with the environment and the Cosmos, and other human beings in the community to help transfer information, good information, to mean information packed messages with a surprise, the opposite of messages with a foregone conclusion, predictable, stale, corporate, in some sense. The predictability of authority and the general forces of control, constriction and the police state put them in an affinity group with entropy, monotheism, dominator culture, fascism, tabloid News Press and static, patriotic, imperialist impotence. Notice the undersexed and overstressed faces of presidents, prime ministers, ministers of defence critters and intelligence officers, and, religious fanatics worldwide, lets not overlook sex, or the prohibition of sex and the malfunction of the universal human orgasm being used, by bad forces, to indoctrinate the young, the dumb and those full of come.
Why were the books of Wilhelm Reich burnt and his laboratory destroyed on order of an American court? Tim Leary, Lenny Bruce, Orson Welles, James Joyce, John Lennon, Ezra Pound and John Sinclair are United by the fact that they have received a harsh judgement and received inhumane punishment by the United Snakes Government as a result of their non-violent expressions of genius, prophecy and revolutionary thinking. They differ widely in their personal opinions and in their likes and dislikes much the same as anyone else, but because of their gift and genius they pose somekind of a threat to the power structure, the Government sanctioned artists, the ones that fit neatly into the stale categories and pigeon houses you see everywhere these days in the fake plastic world of the served up consumer. The major music, literature, and Art publishing corporations. The corpse culture of modern life.


Rock & Roll, smoking dope and fucking in the streets, these are meanÕt to be forces for good, and they have been incalculable forces for good throughout history, especially when broken down into the language of everyman, simply, described with a high information content and presented justly as Rock & Roll, Smoking Dope and Fucking in the Streets.

What we have here is a species of wisdom language, IAG provides the reader with a carefully calculated set of equations. It is my contenton that the mixture of prose essay and verse, balanced by the annotated lyrics of the entities under observation, provides for a damn good reading exorcise, thatÕs even before we get into the content of the structure. The structure of the book itself, like a good fugue, or a Theolonious Monk, or a Sun Ra composition seems to be already communicating patterns, beats, oscillations within its working structure, with itÕs own self contained system, intelligent, communicating, pulling in the consciousness field of the reader, listener, experiencer.

"Alex (or "Aleck") Miller called "Rice" as a boy "Sonny Boy Williamson" "He had established himself in Chicago & was soon to gain national fameas the king of the Blues Harmonica "His recordings remain today as if carved from stone, immutable, irrefutable, masterpieces of American music that will live long beyondthese last days of the 20th century:" --John Sinclair. FFFS.


And that's where my review of IAG comes to a brief hault in some sense, youÕll read about Robert Johnson, Sun Ra, Iggy Pop, John Lennon, Dr. John, and a huge cast of countercultural Illuminati amidst the 300 pages of bound wisdom language, and you already have, I am sure a good idea about who these people are, after all, you have heard theyÕre records and seen emÕ on the TV and in bookshops, if youÕre a reader that is, you probably know all about these people, but, itÕs the force for good, the author John Sinclair that provides the eyes, ears, heart and mind that guides the reader through the labrynths of American culture.

John and the other revolutionary tribes of artists, poets, writers and magicians emerging together throughout the 1960Õs in Northern America were for the most part, generally, forces for good, they fought against one of the most powerful and crooked monsters of American government Ð the Noxin administration Ð and won. Hands down. Using a relatively non-violent and community based uprising of like minded individuals, a few key players, or composers, helped shape modern and post modern culture in ways we are still trying to untangle from the other forces for evil, and corruption, for Usury and bedevilment. We, the children of the 70Õs, who have just seen the same Noxtious Nixon like gang, this time incarnated as the evil George W. Bush and Dick Chaney, Rumsvelt and co. are now taking the batton, carrying the flame, lifting the great ball of crystal that the likeÕs of Theolonious Monk, Tim Leary, John Coltrane, Robert Anton Wilson, Sun Ra, William S. Burroughs, Ornette Coleman, and Alan Ginsberg have left for us, putting the world back together again, with the artists and writers and intellectuals in their places, (libraries, information centers, art and creativity centers, freely available internet resources) at the disposal of world around humanity to access, process and communicate. And with an added emphasis on nation states, countries and locations desperately lacking such well prepared wisdom language for operating happily on planet earth and becoming a force for good.

If the characters from IAG were transposed to the Star Wars mythology then Sinclair would be Obe 1, Richard Nixon Lord Vader and the 1968 Democratic convension in Chicago would be the death star, where the brutality of American Government evil against itÕs own citizens came out, overflowed and changed the mindset of untold millions of artists, musicians, writers and magicians, little did Nixon and his evil CIA friends know that now, 40 years later they would stand out as such evil and crooked bastards, in comparison with the counter-cultural revolutionaries and their new models and metaphors and languages for all around the world humanity, to Ð come together Ð dance, communicate and love oneanother. And the countercultural entities from the 60Õs were all in resonance with the principles of humanitas, of liberty, expression, and of just being themselves, growing and developing their reality engineering tools, they just wanted to be left alone and allowed to compete in the new emerging global telecommunications and entertainments world-around infrastructure.

To simply do their own fair and honest trade in their own communities with their own cultural flavors and tastes in music, drugs, sexual preference and personal effects. ÒIf we ainÕt harming anybody else then whatÕs the problem?Ó seemed to be the echo of voices from the consciousness and creativity explosion of the 60Õs, in Jazz music, poetry, drugs and dancing and fucking we kept seeing the same things, or a similar pattern: Authority figures and conservatives tend to squash and hinder youth culture movements that pose any threat to the current status quo, such as advanced Black African Jazz music, advanced Swiss longevity drugs and refined Magickal writing.

IAG, for me in 2008 acts as a wake up reminder of how infinitly creative and resourceful human beings can be when they put theyÕre minds and hearts to something, and when they are left alone, unhindered, and are more likely to emit a stronger force for good. The ripple effect of a good deed and a gesture of good will, and the twists and turns of an evil lie, a fake government sanctioned fabrication. It seems to me that only a fascist bullyboy or some cop or fink could mistake the tell tale signs of a US operation to break up, disscredit and dissband any new youth and/or Black youth culture movements. The list of New Culture Martyrs and rebel heroÕs from the United States are, perhaps, my own most respected and honorable quality critters, to mean, I rate almost everything they have produced and side with them in their arguments, and expressions of criticism and desent at their evil secret Governments meddling in both the culture and drug wars at home, and increasingly internationally too, hell, they even reached the moon in 1969 and started meddling in space outside of the planetary atmosphere. In comparison with the free food programs, and free music parties, the free information hand bills and hugs, smiles, and daily acts of encouragement, made free to others because of oneÕs own investment of time and energy; what does a 20 Trillion dollar war machine and Banking Casino look like. ÒThe American dream, to vulgarise and falsify until the bare lies shine throughÓ said Burroughs. Are you awake yet.

Planet earth just witnessed an attack of unprecedented scale and proportion, an attack upon every human being, every animal, fish and living thing, speaeheaded by the United States of America and Great Britain. I am of the opinion, based on the data available in 2008, that the illegal invasion and occupation of Iraq and Afghanistan following the events of september the 11th were precisely an illegal invasion. An attack. On us, the citizens of the countries waging war, as well as those having war waged upon them. (but with a violent flesh ripping effect, opposed to a more psychological tearing effect) We, the people have been terrorized by repeated false flag attacks and staged battles between good Christian British/American crusaders and bad evil Iraqi/Afghani Islamic infidels, or so thatÕs what the Tennis tournament organizers would like you to think.

It seems an insult to an entire nations intelligence, both of the human mental variety and the secretive spy variety, when lies and deceit perpertrated by the people employed to at least relay good information and represent the general public forces for good. In my opinion that does not mean continuing the military industrial banking cabals evil agenda, their business plans for opening up new businesses overseas, now that the Cold Wars over and Bosnia, and the IRA have packed in the offensive. I give much thought and consideration to the possibility that some Evil American Buzzards had a hidden had in the events that led up to the multi trillion, and incalculable set back, and/or slowing for the world-around-humanity aboard spaceship earth.

Here is an example of using blues imagery. This haiku is a direct variation on the blues line "fattening frogs for snakes." I personify the night, the quality of hurt, and then use a simile to make complete the reference to the blues line. It is also a blues in the classic a/a'/b structure, which is say a line, repeat the line with a variation, and then respond to or comment on the line with a third line. Here I completely rephrase the second (or a') line but I keep the same basic image ("night moans" = "arms of hurt" and "grip my waist" = "snake round me").

haiku 48
night moans grip my waist
the arms of hurt snake round me,
i feel like a frog
http://www.nathanielturner.com/onwritinghaiku.htm"

The tales and epic poems and slices of reality served up in IAG remind the reader of their own humanity, in the face of such adversity as John and his contemporary tribes have been and still find themselves today, confronted with. John has gone back, and forwards, with a dance of language, in print and spoken words together - which can be listened to and read simultaneously for an added sense of enjoyment, i find. John has gone back to the origins and legends deeply rooted in the music he has always processed and shared with a passion amongst his friends and worked to propel into the greater human info sphere of worldwide revolutionary culture in the minds of the people.

McLuhan
Sonny Boy Williamson
Keroac
SUN RA
RAW


As an Englishmen, from a middle-class backgrouund, compared with the rest of the planet earth, and of average intelligence. I was born and bred in the Blackcountry, West Midlands, who travelled and lived for more than 12 months at a time in San Francisco, New Orleans and Brooklyn New York between the years of 2000-2005; I feel I have a somewhat different experience of America from others due to my extended stay and total immersion within the new world and its culture. By total immersion I mean playing music with some of the best, studying quantum psychology and ideogramic method with the best, by the best I mean innovators and originators, in my humble opinion Gurrilla ontology and world wisdom music were the means to amplify the new world internetworked culture, to make communications between tribes, and then maybe come home and unload my new found wisdom music and humanitarian cacheÕ of cutting edge research activities.


"Cybernetics is preeminent when the system under scrutiny is involved in a closed signal loop, where action by the system in an environment causes some change in the environment and that change is manifest to the system via information/feedback that causes changes in the way the system then behaves, and all this in service of a goal or goals. This "circular causal" relationship is necessary and sufficient for a cybernetic perspective.[citation needed]


"Example of cybernetic thinking. On the one hand a company is approached as a system in an environment. On the other hand cybernetic factory can be modeled as a control system. Contemporary cybernetics began as an interdisciplinary study connecting the fields of control systems, electrical network theory, mechanical engineering, logic modeling, evolutionary biology, neuroscience, anthropology, and psychology in the 1940s, often attributed to the Macy Conferences. Other fields of study which have influenced or been influenced by cybernetics include game theory, system theory (a mathematical counterpart to cybernetics), psychology (especially neuropsychology, behavioral psychology, cognitive psychology), philosophy, and architecture." wiki/cyber.

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"When Johnson was offered an open bottle of whiskey, his friend and fellow blues legend Sonny Boy Williamson knocked the bottle out of his hand, informing him that he should never drink from an offered bottle that has already been opened. Johnson allegedly said, "don't ever knock a bottle out of my hand". Soon after, he was offered another open bottle of whiskey and accepted it, and it was that bottle that was laced with strychnine. --wiki

"The fatted frog was eaten by the snake-like new wave of British musicians Ð people such as Eric Clapton, John Mayall, The Animals and The Rolling Stones. ThereÕs no doubt that these guys are true fans of the blues, but they did make it big by ripping off the blues stylings of pioneers like Muddy Waters, Chuck Berry and HowlinÕ Wolf. Lots of these guys died in misery and poverty (although there are plenty more like BB King who got plenty of recognition).
http://frogsforsnakes.blogspot.com/2006/06/fattening-frogs-what.html

"Then, as the poem continues, Sinclair rails that the music of these poor descendants of slaves would be exploited and sold without any of them receiving proper credit or compensation for their contributions
http://www.bestofneworleans.com/dispatch/2002-12-10/ae_feat.html

"Robert Johnson - Considered by some to be the "Grandfather of Rock-and-Roll", his vocal phrasing, original songs, and guitar style have influenced a broad range of musicians, including John Fogerty, Bob Dylan, Johnny Winter, Jimi Hendrix, The Yardbirds, Led Zeppelin, The Allman Brothers Band, The Rolling Stones, Paul Butterfield, The Black Keys, The Band, Neil Young, Warren Zevon, Jimmy Page, Jeff Beck, and Eric Clapton

http://www.bestofneworleans.com/dispatch/2002-12-10/ae_feat.html
the lives, joys and suffering of the United States' most marginalized citizens.

"Confluence of research and art that Sinclair has been performing for more than three decades. There is a mythology that surrounds many of these greats, such as Muddy Waters or Charlie Patton.


"It took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
Took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
(it sho' did man)
But I bet you my bottom dollar, I'm not fattenin' no more frogs for snakes

I found out my downfall, back in nineteen and thirty
(I started checkin')
I found out my downfall, from nineteen and thirty
I'm tellin' all of my friends, I'm not fattenin' no more frogs for snakes

All right now... (solo)

Yeh it is nineteen and fifty-seven, I've got to correct all of my mistakes
Whoa man, nineteen and fifty-seven, I've got to correct all of my mistakes
I'm tellin' my friends includin' my wife and everybody else,
not fattenin' no more frogs for snakes
soony boy williamson./
"

Rice Miller
Rice bowl women
African diasporia & the Oriental hidden variables.
Fattening Wogs for Chinks.
http://www.ninebelowzero.com/index2.htm

sweat of night blues moist upon them. Feefee! phopho!!
foorchtha !!! aggala !!!! jeeshee !!!!! paloola !!!!!! ooridiminy !!!!!!!
Afeared themselves were to wonder at the class of a crossroads
puzzler he would likely be, - --http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=475&like=crossroads

I heard my
libertilands making free through their curraghcoombs, my trueblues
hurusalaming before Wailingtone's Wall: I richmounded the
rainelag in my bathtub of roundwood and conveyed it with
cheers and cables, roaring mighty shouts --http://mv.lycaeum.org/Finnegan/viewpage.cgi?page=542&like=blues

Amanita ceciliae is reported primarily from areas east of the Mississippi River but similar mushrooms also occur in the Pacific Northwest, the Southwest, and Texas. Amanita experts David Jenkins (1986) and Rodham Tulloss (2004) suggest that North American amanitas matching the general description of Amanita ceciliae (a European species) may be undescribed, separate species.
http://www.clusterbusters.com/ident.html

http://pluto.njcc.com/~ret/amanita/species/muscpers.html (amanita Mississippi)

ÒAIR, n. A nutritious substance supplied by a bountiful Providence for the fattening of the poor.Ó --Ambrose Bierce

ÒBetter is a dinner of herbs where love is than a fattened ox and hatred with it (Proverbs 15:17).

ÒShow the fatted calf but not the thing that fattened him.Ó
Irish Proverb quotes

"The travelogue of names Tunica, Tutwiler, Clarksdale being the life stories of blues ancestors like Howlin Wolf, Tommy Johnson, Sunnyland Slim, and Sonny Boy Williamson. His stories lose some of their bite when he dilutes them with didactic generality about slavery and the land where the blues was born, and he has a tendency to use the word "peoples," but he makes up for these lapses when he tells us about Johnson's apprenticeship and that original meeting of musician and devil at those famous crossroads, or when he introduces the story of Slim by connecting the gospel of "This Train" with Little Walter's "My Babe" and winds his way back to Slim's namesake, the Sunnyland Train, concluding, "He traveled fast and could be dangerous." Sinclair even has a charming, scholarly way of crediting his sources, name-checking writers like Robert Palmer and Pete Welding as he goes. Guitarists Bill Lynn, Everette Eglin, and Jeff Baby Grand twine smoky, chugging rhythms and train-whistle slide, the grooves are propulsive, and there are even female back-up singers to give support on a few tracks. All of which probably owes a lot to the expert production of R&B legend Andre Williams.

PANNONICA - John Sinclair and his Amsterdam Blues Scholars by flyagaric23

Fattening fly's for frogs for snakes for bulls.


John Sinclair, kindly gave me the most recent recordings of his poetry and i have been reading from his book while listening--simultaneously--to his blooming voice in audio, accompanied by his band the great "Blues scholars."

The book "fattening frogs for snakes" contains many tales roughly cast from the constellation of origins of the Blues. (The music, rhythm and Blues). Robert Johnson, Sonny Boy Williams, Muddy Waters and many other geniuses of the Blues are woven by way of nutritious quotes, condensed, orchestrated and exhibited by John Sinclair.

I found an instant parallel with other poets who "let history speak for itself" serving up a more meaty and substantial meal. Time-space-binded and information rich details of the when, where, and the who's; all illuminated by choice words, cutting and slicing words that reflect the most general heart, the marrow.

For example: "three kinds of poetry: melopoeia, Òwherein the words are charged, over and above their plain meaning, with some musical property, which directs the bearing or trend of that meaning,Ó phanopoeia, the Òcasting of images upon the visual imagination,Ó and logopoeia, Òthe dance of the intellect among words.Ó

A tripartite scheme, plan, method, developed by John Sinclair combines the musical, the visual, The conceptual and reappears in Fattening frogs for Snakes.


HUMPHF - JOHN SINCLAIR AND THE AMSTERDAM BLUES SCHOLARS by flyagaric23

Links to some of my friends and inspirations.

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


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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)
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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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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.

“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.

“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.

“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.

”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)

M. C. Escher tribute (2 of 3)

| 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


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

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:

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?

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."
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.


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

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.

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Edited and reset Amsterdam December 3rd 2008.