FS is for FLY-STYLE: Free writing in 09
The face of type under cosmetic review by the doctor, boots polished with ink, tread milling the pressure onto the street - imprints - impressions left, but what is right to write tonight, what is left to sift and lift? escalator and calculator combined to take a square root back to minus one. Disturbance of writing, what is it. Patterm, gramar and speech like jagged rocks in the tongues road. Surprises wrapped around every lampost, posted light and posted time awaiting your every stirring. Steering sentences into places you hope will alight faces, grace the next sentence and free the meaning, with each word and dust mite movement, with each undulation and flow, comes and goes me. Me the other disturber, aiming for anchorage and honest translation of visions, a package for chu, a package of elongated verbage. Age retraced in mind and beauty, retraced thought replaced with a new sporting chance. New free sentences to enhance the dance of particle wave waltz and end. To stop and go on amber and direct traffic into terrific. Speed out of the middle lane and cruise above the assfault altogether. Pulling clouds down and putting new sky up via skype. Sky up and blue in the air, up from the aluminium roads and factory canavas floor into the skylights, the last remaining green belt wrapped around Britain’s naked body. A horse-race of letters, a jockey of jabberwockey, keys two, the stable. We are for balance. Equation and mathematical system. We are measuring courses for Ostriches, by the feather weight. Heart of solid steel, no, of gold.
Shannanigums Wave Book III Chapter 11 Page 67. by flyagaric23
A heart of rock-stone? a heart full of blood and pumps, a heart of pulses and waltzes with riddim. Heart and head laid down snug. Head and heart beating, bleeding words that got sentenced. Alphabetty shackled the soul aboard to the jetty, waves mirrored my close shave with sea foam. Phone home and away i went, travelling the telegraph paths, to find sense in this monologue leading to the bog. Cogs and wheels within’ circles, bones of past people’s particulars appear as lentickle-your-ears through lenses of grit. No moaning or more angry man’s madness in word, the way to an angry mad world, the new colour and contour leads the wire forrest freakeys out to new worlds, inhabiting spaces and places that hasty abrupt neophobes fail to adapt to. Your way and paths and roads and noodle highways are the ways, must write them out, write them way out, off -if possible. Write them off and turn them on, drop them out and dial her up, boil a cup of hearts broth, add dust mite and moth to make mothers brew, a glossing tossed in a pan of pun with butter. Splurge and splatter letter after letter after letter and chase the picture, the landscape and the actions, skip the nouns and hijack the verbs.
Big up the verbs of all walks and ways about them, the turning ones of no fixed address, nomadic tribes folk of letters, the moving semiotic train, the moving bus and car, rust, tracks, carriage to carry out the trip trail, migrating letters and running words, dripping context and wind blown full stops. Null stops going forward to reverse positions and exercise the transition from high view twisting and word rollings out, the build up of pastry and pantry smells, the glue and binding molecules of doe, ray, me, so far the tale has baked itself into phrases melted down through the ages, gloopy goos of the great old ones returning, returning the flavour. The life and death march backward, out of ages into history factory production line, history formed and stamped, shaped and packaged, distributed by time and space, clive and tracy, graggy and laced, spaz and rave, you see the surprise on my face.
As i lean down to tie my lace i get my finger looped in the ribbon of shoe, my tongue starts talking and before you know it i am being run out my socks, run around the wreakin’ like an etheopian long distancer. My tongue got a hold of my soul and laced up the tale of the toe. So now, a few minutes of passed and i feel gassed amidst the mist of literal twist, mint rust and apple pudding. Sweet snowflake, and pattern to distinguish individual spelling. Water language dropping, back to flows, and more of those. Staple the friendly papyrus to one-another and build book-witch, belonging to Dante and the Witches Sabbath. Blind boy Jimmy Johnson could see that back flows and under-currents swirl the girl and boy like a toy boat in a bath with a fat man. Big waves and particle fizz. Foam and lappings.
Trappings of the pre-fix, the very and the more, good, bad and rhetoric. Veins upon the trees shirt strike me down dead in the park. I confess nothing. Disturbance and journey to the centre, to keep moving and styling the phone. Phonetic E.T’s going home. But what is to come after the transtime event? or before the end of history? Avoid the void and bless the woid, and balance yourself, on the edge, comfortable and with a smile like Harold Lloyd. What black and white picture show, just alphabet whatcha show, i ask myself whatcha’ showing, a comma, a full sharp. Flat space and spiral earth. Jerky meat box boys in a cupbaord with a monkey must move the mustard seeds from the ape political party chair, sitting on seeds can result in bum tree and pinapple sap head conditions i should not write of in an off handed manner like so. Like so what, i write off the cuff, and on the bluff side of the loon. No delete delete.
Moving feet are dancing again, dancing barefoot in the mud to strike the MOOD for it to trickle rain. A wetness of image dryed up, wrinkled old alphabetty. Formation dispanded by rubbers and ink-delete pens of mass destruction. Not in more than 12 months have i pumped up my staright backtype to attempt a trapeze poem of sleeze on the fly. How high the moon, how low the vault? Light and sound pulses chatter on top of the surface of any lake you like, waves waves and waves again, never folding waves, always fighting the waves and partying with particles, making light of it all. Shed light on it and hope more of - it all - comes to mind. Kisstory. Misty eared. No rap, but feedbacks. Rap and music. Word-code and air farts seem words apart. Apples turning over adams applecart on linneaus straat. Identifiction and the visscitudes and multiplexy glass looking class-room. Freedom to roam without sentence law. Rhyme and sense for added spice grinders. No fear of the mis-readings of free bleeding of sense data. From a key-build world of distrubance, dance and good solid meal lies, a good soft meal, solid? I sribble for a bad soft meal, a flabby saft salted peanut walk in the park.
An orchestral doobie in the dark. No excuse for the digression, my passion awaits trial, selector be my witness, the ground has swollen up like a bumble bee banquet on the balls. Relief from the angles, the ground corners and shaved sides of whats SQUARE. No squares aloud. Still scratching to try and match the hue hatcher of legend untold. In the days of wildfires, child-locks and adult safety checking accounts the accountable are unable to numerically factor the figures in line with the diggers who place daggers in the heart and cripple the face muscles with the squints and turn us into glimpses Mick Jagger. Like a saucepun i can’t handle it. Spilling mistakes my steaks. Thrilling the gates open with fling-a-ling songs and a scavengers desire for a trash palace of the linguage centres, behind the middle grounds of normalford manner, more junk talk, and with a squark and a gobble, gutteral punk, literal junk talk of coca cola and antagonisms, jimpsun weed and spleen reconstructive drama.
Clean slate and dirty jokes chopped like carrots on marble. Table top to bottom drawer there, i saw a paragraph swinging out the margins of blank. A paragraph dressed in camal-flange and chlorinated. Red betwenen the lights, blue between the sheets and green between the teeth. And the doors are open, i was hoping this would come over last summer or before that, with the wine and rose bud days but no. Never till now, till now, the paragraph comes leaping out from beyond the RULE. Drawing the lines and boundaries of space to fill with free fuzz and buzz, flapping and side-strokes, small wriggle movements and darts to all directions, quarkes and get set. Rumble of trumpet cases in the trunk, funk band on the road, setting off, the words setting sail and finding and window of wind-go.
Faster sharps and flats recursive recorso distrubance. Royal disturbance and slippery foot turns on the oil perturbances scattered in these skits and bits of rhyme glue. A large sprawling array of how i say it. Nothing in particular just stretching our vernacular wires and antenna out to reach Dracula and Cinema veritae’ The real died yonks ago, who invented the real? So the verb plays out up in the backside of the groove the verb echos the future spaces and past places of outer-crash wave, bounce. To polish the stones they abolish and throw them like snowmen and their balls through walls of debt brick and steel, through air glass shafts of crippled overtones and harmonic shake ups.
To shake the sky into order and put the starts on the musical stave. Unyour wobbling pivot to measure the class of word-sound honour and the family of whynotwhats and whofortonowwhens - the information that binds the jumble of crumbled noun. Music to unite the crowning glory of story and tale to leave and bright silken routes to follow, pick up, and thread into the inklish boots, laced footwear taken me hostage once agin, on a plane to ubuntu, the words pulling from just aroud a blind corner, the sound of the sentence directs the destiny, but to tackle the rhyme with fix-it substances, and sew up the pristine package for friends and etyms, taking control of roll and reuniting it with rock in a solid foundation. My flow has go on it, goo on blow the nose of knowledge out your assets. Finger mouse creeping under the cat glove in the kitchen - seems to be pushing the limits of sensible writing and shows the down side to freedom of thought and speech, a child’s TV show and a Ikea oven glove fused.
Like a spark plug in the mouth, the lights are tangy tonight. Crevices and dried up entrances to places only a spider could have known have fell into my scripture, visitors from next door, visitors from across the way, the river side has turned into the water-cider in a drunken tantrum of descriptive lenses. From one side the bath looks opel, from the other coral. The mantra of fish might make for a useful wish in a whales bellyfull of tele-tummy touch table tops. Cable cuts and splices, PING. Crossed wires and fancy foundations of frankly - far and away - flipped fakery. All word comes to this and that, eventually the fuel fails to follow the road and the journey comes to a hault, not mine or yours or anybosy elses but the felt tip feels full and bloated, the felt tip of my finger on this bastard keys, wishing they were LP’s. Letting the wind-up speak. Letting the rumble of word speak and spoke the wheels within gyres within disks. Turn.
Shannanigums Wave Book III Chapter XII by flyagaric23
SRS is for SUN RA SYSTEM
More mid-week, enjoy.
Love
fly...
Sun Ra Seed Transmissions: Sun Ra and Dr. Timothy Leary are similar cats working in some different mediums, but may have more in common than first meets the mind, the DJ thinks that Sun Ra’s concert for the Comet Kahoutek was another space-time experiment/event (resulting in an audio recording) in synchrony with Timothy Leary and Robert Anton Wilson’s experiences in cosmic telepathy – a recurring theme through Sun Ra’s work too, explicitly and interpreted musically.
I was listening to Sun Ra music when i first encountered Cosmic Trigger around 1996, and even made DJ mixes combining Sun Ra music and Timothy Leary words and gave them strange titles as the magician started experimenting with ideas from the book as interpreted through music. All in my bedroom, reading books only a handful of people had read and making strange experimental music with turntables, a reel to reel tape machine and a microphone.
“END OF THE WAR GAME.” William S. Burroughs. Electronic Revolution. Last words.
“But you got
Any Sun Ra records or DuBois books?
Otherwise
You gon die
With the murderers
& crooks.” Amiri Baraka. ´Words from Sun Ra.
A number of varied tribal cultures throughout human history have composed devices to track the Sun, Moon, and other celestial phenomena. Some mapped the seasonal changes, calculated calendars and some recorded solar and lunar eclipses, asteroid and meteorite showers. Many, structures on planet earth such as the Egyptian and Mayan pyramids show evidence of intelligent design and precise alignments to cosmological processes: sunrises, Solstices, moonrises, Equinoxes, moon sets, comet cycles etc. But what of the ancient languages of chanting, singing, dancing and spoken word used within ritual spaces opened up by shamans and wizards of harmony? When I wonder about a cosmological and/or celestial music i find the work of Sun Ra and his arkestra "key" to non-simultaneously apprehending the BIG question's about spacetime "outer-space vs. Inner-space" and the difficulties to communicating sensible messages about these things - things way out there - beyond language, pushing at the furry edge of the infinite donut omni-verse like a pair of puckered lips anticipating their double.
The Music, myth and magic of Sun Ra has enriched humanity with a cornucopia of experimental research data and psycho-archeological investigations into the social, psychological conditions and spaces we inhabit. I gravitate towards my ideal Sun Ra system - or network of ideas, as a sort of planet, or cluster of planets and gasses representing my thoughts and experiences, fly agaric 23 from another star system, this is how i would like to view the life and music of Sun Ra, by joining his cosmic-philosophy and ritual musical experiments together and looking at the from an outer-space view.
I first encountered Sun Ra as a curious disk jockey - having spent thirteen years coordinating sections of SUN RA music into some of my DJ sets and musical recipes. I give credit to both Kevin Gator and Keith Hopewell (Part2) for igniting my initial interest in Sunny, Afro-cosmic jazz and Black music culture in my early 20's. For me a combination of RAMMELLZEE’s Iconic Treatise on Afro-Futurism mixed with Kodwo Eshun’s book “More Brilliant Than The Sun: Adventures in Black Sonic Fiction” plus the electronic induced revolution taking root in the 1990's around the UK., spearheaded by many African-English DJ’s, producers, artists and some live musicians during the 90’s and into the new millennium, mostly from low income areas of urban Britain, this electronic revolution - sparked off by both drugs and computers in the hands of the a few creative people who used them to manufacture their own music, culture and scene, independent of the major labels and trappings of the vulture capitalist entertainment industry, making independent record labels, and locally supported enterprises.
And although the music hardly resembles anything SUN RA produced, the cultural activities surrounding the underground UK rave scene of the 1990's and the SUN RA SYSTEM meet, in me, and the memes oozing out from both of these musical phenomena have many criss-crossings that, in the UK - writers such as Kodwo and Simon Reynolds have documented. In the swirling blackness of audio SPACE the wisdom of SUN RA can reignite the humanistic and scholarly traits to SUN RA SYSTEM, and cascade into a new musical congress: musical beings and walking encyclopedia's of the cosmic wisdom of the spheres.
"To the makers of music — all worlds, all times" Engraved upon the Gold Disk bolted onto Voyager 1, now estimated to be over fourteen billion miles away.
As DJ Fly Agaric 23, i have my own biases and favourite myth stories - i guess a combination of the kind of Directed Panspermia theory devised by Sir Francis Crick with the Cosmic Schmuck principle of Dr. Robert Anton Wilson, inspired, in a musical and aesthetic sense, by SUN RA, whom i consider a balanced mixture between mask and anti-mask, self and anti-self, mythical being and historical personae. As a DJ it seems somewhat easier to escape into a cosmic pseudonym of galactic proportions, a great name, simply spinning joyful space noise from magical disks. Without theoretical explanations or historical context in the literary sense, it is easy to get lost in space, but SUN RA shows how to bind timespace and to bind space-time and make sense of them with new maps as recordings and performaces as metaphors.
As Acrylic Figa - another alter-ego of DJ Fly Agaric 23, i began to write and conduct literary based research into language and poetry, pursuing a 5 year long study of another SYSTEM of information called Maybe logic, as defined and described by Dr. Robert Anton Wilson, whom in my estimation voices the scientific philosophical counter-melody to the Joyful Sun Ra sounds and loads the Kosmic Trigger Figures and fires the fugues in/out of the heed.
I guess it would be through the trans-humanist and trans-personal psychology, and through the exo-psychology, exo-biology and cyberpunk ontology language of Dr. Timothy Leary that reads and feels to me, like the experience of listening and watching SUN RA and his Arkestra at play/work. Tim also had a cosmological/neurological "spacetime" philosophy including an exit strategy and space migration SYSTEM including relativity, in effect translating fields of scientific and humanitarian study into new languages, condensed and indexed exo-philosophy and trans-humanism, in accord with the new data, the research from outer space exploration and inner neuron-space exploration in 2009.
The equation “Space Migration plus intelligence squared equals life extension”, developed and intuited by Dr. Leary could be a helpful gloss or another lens through which to view the Sun Ra Myth Science SYSTEM and other cosmological attenuated music such as that of John and Alice Coltrane, and the modern, free and "out" jazz explorations that bloomed throughout the explorative 60's parallel with the NASA space programe.
“Maybe it's nothing
Aaah
Maybe it's nothing
What? What? Oh” -- Sun Ra. Revolution 9.
A SYSTEM to mean a system internetwork of interacting sub/disciplines, a nodal cluster of disciplines from across a broad range of cultural spaces and epochs, in Sun Ra, Leary and Wilson we might highlight the following recognized academic spheres of scholarship and the ability to connect historical individual and communal experience together, in TIME. History; cultural studies and gender studies; philosophy, aesthetics and semiotics; ethnology and cultural anthropology; archeology and prehistory; psychology and sociology; physiology and neuroscience; acoustics and psycho acoustics; computer/information sciences, theology, trans humanism, space migration, intelligence increase.
Add together the encyclopedic genius of John Sinclair, Amiri Baraka and other living cultural critics and collaborators of RA and you have a tidal force for cultural change crashing down and around you from all quarters, sweeping you up off your feet into the neurological torrent of myth/music and healing tones for motherfuckers too busy talkin shit on telephones to hear the future.
“The aim of this project is to build up a language in which certain falsifications inherit in all existing western languages will be made incapable of formulation. The follow-falsifications to be deleted from the proposed language." William S. Burroughs. The Electronic Revolution. P. 33.
Reshaping and juxtaposing 10001 songs/texts/memes together into the SYSTEM, radiating an original and coherent unity, like that of a whirling galaxy or human cell cluster whose branches of multiple meaning are a function of the experimental formulae and Futurist, Dada surprise donut coating.
Remy De Gourmont the great French spaceman and in particular his principle of the “disassociation of ideas”, seems to describe the peculiar perception of no normal sequence of events in SUN RA´s musical journey. Light and dark, tonal and atonal, asymmetrical orchestrations mixed, photons and electrons dancing - the push and pull of TIME - sucked through and spat out into acoustic spaces of euphony. Yes. The name game turns and the BE Bop Kabbalah begins, cypher sounds flowing like electricity, exploring the infinite combinations and ways to say something, life, love, melody, memory, yes.
The Tale of the Tribe might hint at A Tale of an Ethnic Group, as Ethnic Group and Tribe are somewhat interchangeable terms, in which case we have a complete system of tribal wisdom wrapped up in SUN RA and his Joyful Noise. A perfected model and SYSTEM of language, musical mappings, ritual dance, piercing poetry, sincere scholarship and heart stopping humour with which to compare and analyse other ART, from other cultures and regions of the planet earth, and to consider the limited resources and challenges overcome by the great Black American pioneers of this music and language the world has come to realize, was some of the gretest musical expressions of human life and the bombardment of information, light and sound that we all encounter and filter through our brain-body systems, ever created, in my humble opinion.
In his books “Sacred Drift” and “Irish Soma”, Peter Lamborn Wilson has extended the rather deserted landscape of intelligent Afro/Celtic historical, ethnographical research and brings a basis for further mythological, folkloric and ceremonial research into these furtive areas of post colonial humanities. Finnegans Wake by James Joyce - who listened to Louis Armstrong and loved Blues and Jazz music - provided another literary parallel to the SUN RA experience. History, etymology, cosmology, enthnocentricity, eccentricity, humour, counterpoint, numerology, alienation, escape from the socially sactioned norms' are the major points of intersection i perceive between RA and Joyce and Joyous Noyse. Cheryl Herr, of the University of Iowa writes...
“As First in America and then across the water, an affiliation between Irishness and blackness was honed in the Afro-Hibernian crucible of the minstrel show where Paddy and Sambo interchanged roles, created a matrix of longing that encompassed both the Irish lament and the Delta blues ("Irish Mornings" J.J, F.W.p50-53).
John Sinclair forwarded the memes of cultural transformation through unity of music and poetry and joyful noise, and has remained a literay and poetic gauge by which to help measure music, musicians and the cultural impact of music in the west, in particular the Black American heritage of Blues and Jazz in all it's varied forms. With the violence, tragedy and struggle woven in and detailed along with the triumph, epiphany and beauty of this musical revolution.
John Sinclair, Amiri Baraka and a frightfully small handful of other music writers and musicological poets and artists continue the current of balanced social feedback based upon extensive experience and practice in-the field working with the Sun RA family and band, for over 40 years in John´s unique case. 40 years yo!
Fela Kuti, John Coltrane, James Brown, Sun Ra, Robert Johnson, Theolonious Monk, Charlie Parker, Charles Mingus, these Jazz and Bluesmen re-plastered the face of modern culture, but have been almost whitewashed from censored history, i think, when viewed in comparison with other great American hero's, honoured with institutes, statues, foundations and schools of music.
But difference between music for social change, equality, intelligence and community cohesion compared with modern POP music - that manufactured mush of low information - for the most part another commodity for financial profit, titillation, celebrity kicks, extortion, sedation, cultural manipulation and enthnocentric racial and sexually exploitative purposes. The message becomes clearer now thanks to a few underground writers and critics still able to improvise their own thoughts and actions in a free way, breaking rules with a disciplined spirit of experimentation and knowledge and challenge the orthodox opinions about culture, heritage and humanity. Like that which Sun Ra radiated, the search for knowledge, trying new things and seeing the world through new eyes - questioning everything, especially authority.
“Now whatever you may be you are not an “animal”, you are not a “body”, because these are verbal labels. The IS of identity always carries the assignment of permanent condition. To stay that way. All name calling presupposes the IS of identity. This concept is unnecessary in a hieroglyphic language like ancient Egyptian and in fact frequently omitted. No need to say the sun IS in the sky, sun in sky suffices. .” William S. Burroughs. The Electronic Revolution. P. 33.
I would like to raise some questions in conjunction with SUN RA that i feel may lead to a better cohesive strategy within the new emerging global tribal communities, both the community in and around Birmingham, England - where i grew up - and the communities i lived and worked amidst in America and in Europe, and towards a new global cultural meeting including everybody to attempt something approaching the best face we can put on the notion of democracy.
- * 1. Identity and the Individual relationship with the state. Who and where are you?
- * 2. The language of class warfare? Class and language and the relationships to culture?
- * 3. Mythological Archetypes and Cultural Memes, define yours.
- * 4. Race, sex, ethnicity and history in whose language, script and code?
- * 5. Tribal bonds, ceremonies, rituals and group communication activities, defined?
- * 6. Who owns and who issues the means to distribution of cultural language and information?
- * 7. How do cultural identities become so, the individual and state entity, and the alien?
- * 8. What is your tale of the tribe, can you describe another?
- * 9. How does joyful noise and music help communicate the tale of the ethnic group´s?
A few minutes spent reading into the life of Sonny Blount, and his transformation into Sun Ra will inform the reader about the social struggles, trials and ordeals he endured both physiological and psychological, that so many African American Jazzmen encountered, being on the front line of the violent and brutal assault on culture during the Nazi like medieval methods for social correction incorporating inhumane' punishment throughout the birthing of Jazz and Blues i n the United States. The openly racist targeting of Black artists, especially of the jazz persuasion outlines one of the unbearable pressures looming over many of these musical geniuses and cultural iconoclasts - some drugs, poverty, family, health, geographical locale', finances etc. It is against this backdrop of a Tsarist like tyranny and oppression of the creative and free individualism that defines ART in human beings, and against the constant struggle to get out from under the boot of ignorant authority that SUN RA bursts onto the world scene, and considering the racist historical period that he lived through he achieves a remarkable and exemplary transformation of the negative forces of hatred, intolerance, bitterness and perpetual warfare he witnessed - into a joyful noise of forgiveness - wisdom poetry and a new language of new beginnings, and moving on into the future - the creation of a musical ark upon which humanity can break free from any shackles and re-balance the equation once more, taking into consideration the other planets and dark star clusters, the great cosmos and outer galaxies, the void, the gas.
But there is no escape from himself, Sun Ra confronts the daily myth with the openness and sincerity of a Zen Monk, with adequate humour, repose, performance prowess - blurring the line between how your living and how your performing - making joyful noise and music his life blood and soul food - total communication and total immersion within the sound-scape realities and so becoming, overtime, through consistency of freedom: the physical embodiment of the sound, the poly-rhythm and melody. Reverse the process and you listen back to the music of Sun Ra and he lives within the music in a special and unique kind of way, the sound of disembodied shadows of a former world. Right there! in those spaces, yes.
“With regard to jazz, the l.p brought many changes, such as the cult of “real cool drool,” because greatly increased length of a single side of a disk meant that the jazz band could really have a long and casual chat among its instruments. – Marshall McLuhan. Understanding Media. P.282.
Sun Ra represented a 21st century being, living his life as though in far in the future, like in the world of Castalia created by Herman Hesse in the classic book Magister Ludi: The Glass Bead Game, where a kind of musical Chess language is performed as art over long periods of time, long enough to begin registering the movements of the cosmos. Sunny was not only living this way, but all the time composing, arranging, writing, radiating his swinging rhythm, melody, syncopation for the black nation.
Crafting tools for humanity to steer themselves and spaceship earth through the unknown black mass of probabilities ahead of us, swirling about us in all directions like helium, bringing a mischievious smile to every face connected to ears that can listen to the creeping wonder and mystical surprise of cheeky chops, menacing changes, violent waves of percussion, battering of drum heads all pouring out into space - all-at-once - intertwined and entangled bits of the totality, bits probably caught in your ear for a split second a split quarter note lingers, but TIME takes its course and winds down to a pulse, a base, a foundation.The Base, yes.
“This language will be a tonal language like Chinese, it will also have a hieroglyphic script as pictorial as possible without being to cumbersome or difficult to write. This language will give one option of silence. When not talking, the user of this language can take in the silent images of the written, pictorial and symbol languages.” W.S.B. TER. P 35.
Some sources and resources:
“Sun Ra visits planet Earth” John Sinclair. Its All Good. A John Sinclair Reader. Headpress 2008
Cyberpunks and Cyberfreedom. Dr. Timothy Leary. Ronin.
Word From Sun Ra. Amiri Baraka. Blacklistedjournalist. 2001.
The Illuminati Papers. Dr. Robert Anton Wilson. Ronin Press.
Understanding Media. Marshall McLuhan. University of Toronto Press.
Blue Notes, from Joyce to Jarman. Cheryl Herr. University of Iowa.
Ploughing the Clouds. The Search for Irish Soma. Peter Lamborn Wilson. Citylights Books.
Sacred Drift. Essays are the margin of Islam. Peter Lamborn Wilson. Citylights Books.
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Rémy de Gourmont (1858-1915). French essayist, novelist, poet, playwright and philosopher.
“More Brilliant Than The Sun: Adventures in Black Sonic Fiction”. Kodwo Eshun. Quartet Books.
51 DEGREES. AUDIO RESPNSIVE AND RETROSPECTIVE.
http://www.schudio.co.uk/51/
New bodies of work on canvas and paper on display in Digbeth, near Birmingham City Centre on Saint George’s day 2009, Thursday April 24th.
Here’s an extract from the press release:
Aerosol cans become unstable at 51 degrees, pyramids are built at 51 degrees, secondary rainbows are only visible at 51 degrees, daisies open up to the sun at 51 degrees, and the northern hemisphere begins above the latitude of 51 degrees*. If the graffiti tradition of adopting a number after your tag (similar to Taki 183, from 183rd Street, NYC) then the artist Chu’s number is definitely FIFTY ONE.
Exploring (literally) new perspectives and embracing computer-aided technologies, Chu’s work has continued to push back the boundaries of graffiti since he first began experimenting with aerosol paint & home computers in the late 1980’s describing his creations as gently reminding us of the everyday conflict between digital and analogue devices.
This new collection charts a journey in the UK from the town of Walsall to the city of Birmingham, along the A34 road, the flagship route for bus number 51. 12 new paintings and simultaneous, limited edition, screen print releases will be shown alongside a warehouse space containing an installation created specifically for this long awaited comeback show.
I’ll be displaying all of the studio work I’ve created over the last 12 months, along with a few new vibes aswell. I’ve been working a lot more with tricks-of-the-eye, illusion and site-specific works, aswell as canvases and designs for print.
http://www.schudio.co.uk/51/
SR is for SUN RA:The Myth, Art and Music of Sun Ra v1.0
By Steve Fly Agaric 23.
23rd’ March 2009.
“The myth is neither bad nor good, its potentials are unlimited.” – SUN RA.
Sun Ra hammered out a magical oath early in his life, he lived composed and performed mythmagic music, infinitely transforming performance Arts into a cosmology of performance magic once more, reclaiming outer-space and inner-space for humanity. Using his practical myth-science distanziare program he pioneered the changing of reality in conformity with will. Sonny led comprehensive rituals (songs) to seduce and propel humanity out from the repetitious death-trip of Geschịchten (history) looming over us, and help each individual attain escape velocity; launching oneself into the cosmos via music or - teleporting the cosmos into oneself via the profundity of apprehension. Sun Ra’s myth, magic and music are all parts of one ideogram, a new synthesis not merely separate subjects. A Languaging entity that emerged from menacing gaseous star clusters around Saturn to subvert the solar system and re-tune the cosmos with celestial feedback. Balance-sing the equation. Ching Ming: (to regulate the names and/or to define the correct term).
Evidence for his successful mythomagical methods and workings are found scattered into various multimedia artefacts, ESP phonograph disks, linear notes (spells), album artwork (maps), prose’ essays and cinematic light shows; languages to discover and reactivate sacra lingua. The ever changing name game waltz’s with the ever-changing nature of Sun Ra’s music (乐声)and with the ever chanjing Tao. The disciplined band always display a bright attenuated sense of time division and/or duration - equazione del tempo – combined with simplicité of that mystery, all-at-once. A rounded counterpoint of sound shadows.
Mathematically precise astrological, processional, harmonic equations translated into neurologically modulated word-sound-image communications, distiling the Hermetic principle: So as above, so below; across the vibration-spectrum, so enabling magicians to assimilate objects in some sense, by feeling out they’re frequency, differential SPACE equations and Cosmic l'espace calculus, seduced into and beyond music where a cluster of galaxies are pulled down and formulated into practical edutainment γλώσσα (language): Dymaxion (dynamic maximum tension) music.
"I would say that it's black from the point of view that it's still got the darkness of myth. And it really pinpoints ancient Egypt in a definite way" -- SUN RA.
A master of vibration-states and music psychology, Sun Ra produced harm reduction musique for the sole', musica celestiale, shamanic healing frequencies, splicing disciplines into a moogical whole using the living multimedia star cluster laboratory (лаборато́рия ). Pushing language beyond definition, then pushing down a strange celestial road. Plushing music towords a sacred Key Splace; unlocking intergalactic gateways into tiny pyramid πλανήτης and mind.
"People have two harps in their head, their ears, just like a harp. They hear by the strings in their ears. If I play something very strange, then some strings that never vibrated before will vibrate. The whole nervous system will become alive -- SUN RA.
Sheets of sound falling like snowflakes from all quarters, a phalanx of languages unleashed, crashes of cymbal upon symbol in waves of μουσική (rhythm) run. Throwing sound and image onto the mind like Pollock’s paint particles at the canvas. Liturgical, clinical and comical all-at-once, like some writing of James Joyce; mantracode’ for humanity to unwrap using they’re neurological apparatus.
The energy runs straight and direct to the unknown sens du mystère, the hidden and secret crevices, somewhere else, out, way out beyond language but made of languages (语言). A space where truth and beauty wrestle within the angular valley’s of discord, in the musical nightmaze of dream- χώρος where Sun Ra dwells, at the edge of the Avant’ Garden, in the swirling mass of gases and forces that compose planet Saturn. "all art is a shadow of the Incarnation" said Marshal McLuhan.
Travelling omni-directionally from the inner horn χώρος into outer χώρος (space), maybe to Titan below your right ear, across to Jupiter at your crown or any other planet you think of within the infinite time-space contained within and without each of us. Sonny and his Arketsra’s demonstrated to us how to coordinate space-time and guide the skyrockets that lie barely inches behind our eye-sockets. Solfège flash-backs providing perceptions of simultaneities. Space-time (分类) shuttles on a journey beyond stars. Listen again!
"When I say space music, I'm dealing with the void, because that is of space too... So I leave the word space open, like space is supposed to be." – Sun Ra.
James Joyce once said that the individual was eccentric and the state concentric - in this context - Sun Ra- tunes into Heliocentric worlds and arranges for eccentric improvisation, based upon the concentric foundations, a kind of cosmonaut-astronaut rendezvous. Synthesizer synthesis of mythology with practical magic deployed through a multimedia internetwork of things, feeding back diverse language fragments and gaseous traces into an artful congress (艺术品). Constellations of sounds swirl beyond language, spiralling and curved - Le Sun Ra experience. A sort of inspired mathematics, which gives useful equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, sphère's, but équation'humaine; for approximating human emotions. Names of mystery, equazione del tempo, starry dimension...
The tantalizing album, song and band names devised by Sun Ra speak using the condensational methods and - juxtaposition - detectable in his musicare. These mini manifestoes show the alphabetical tip of an audio/visual iceberg floating somewhere nearby in ко́смос (space), the titles often reaching beyond γλώσσα (language) into numerology language, cabala and mathematical equations. Sonny’s poetry turns the reader’s head inside out, like the twisting music, a new meeting of familiar objects, but with a strange sense of something else in the misty distance, a rainbow and counterpointed shadows and shades of meaning 跳舞 (move rhythmically) about it, a return to splendour. Dressed in dime-store regalia crossing Philip K. Dick with “Things To Come” by H.G Wells; a parody upon the entertainment industry hustle in the twilight of the electric tribal futuristico.
"Most of the time the avant-garde looks so serious. . .They don't look like they're really having fun. . .I want people to laugh at the costumes I have on" -- SUN RA.
A total assault on the senses, a live audio abduction scenario and light assisted kidnapping of consciousness into the mythic realms and crevices of new espace. Ears are abducted by the shadow: echo’s of onde acoustique, deep forest calls, seductive polyrhythm’s that lurk upon African planes. Extended percussion passages take your mind on a marathon. Interpretive dancing matter (跳舞), singing and shouting matter reproduce sombunal traits of the tale of the tribe – of legend in some literature. Information = What We Cannot Predict (语言). Variations on deviations from interpretations of no fixed melody, comedy.
"Cosmic music is a place of tomorrow, it is the dimension and the balanced perspective of tomorrow It speaks to the worlds of the greater potentials awaiting the peoples of the worlds at every future point on every future plane. -- SUN RA.
Sun Ra identifies experiences by setting out the parameters of his Kunst so as to be able to take meaningful measurements and produce meaningful results to share. The question: Language versus the equation, spirals through the music like the double helix of DNA; “What planet is this?” “What planet is… this?” RETHINK. Surprising chants and tongue-fu riddles pitch questions and scenarios amidst the electric sound-tapestry all-around, a crisscross-world puzzle game, forcing the listener to put the words and symbols into the musical ко́смос (space) made freely perceptible. “What is life? What is death?” Sonny asks, while conducting times-pace using hand and body gestures.
"And yet i see beyond that point
For there is counterpoint and counterpoint
And counterpoint dimensions dimension
It is music like the music.........
The music swells to indescribable sound
Of mystic Everness Eternal Beingness
Chromatic Rhythms. -- Sun Ra. Of Days. Taken from the album Blue Delight. 1988.
RA’s great corpus of work highlights the often overlooked question of the sacred, what is it and how did it get that way? Magic Myth & Art? Musica sacra? Sun Ra balanced equations concerning complex questions – cosmic – in proportion, leading to the awakening of intellect and senses to conceive and perceive such questions.
“Now I got the Solar Arkestra, the myth science, and the astro infinity and soon I’ll have something else. Just like a University – I’ve got my different courses set up – and they deal with things that are gonna be beneficial to people –SUN RA.
Rhythmic illusionists, Copernican swing wizards, improvisational bards, sound shaman guides pulsing along African Egyptian furnished passageways to MU MU, Atlantis or Saturn’s moon: Titan, adventurers to the underwords inside of allmen. Each individual on stage animates the dance of shadows, makes them BOP with one another, transforming their apprehension of the cosmos. The Band acted like an invisible black college of occult jazz study, teaching and spreading knowledge, discipline, humour and precision through Art. “Illusion is a REVOLUTIONARY weapon” wrote William Burroughs (in The Electronic Revolution, 1970).
Sun Ra conducts thunder enlightening, playing piano demi-queue or adding solovox stylings and Clavioline craftsmanship while Hammond riffs rain down like shooting stars. Elo Omoe blows a menacing bass clarinet clearing the FOG with his horn. Atakatun, Odun and Chiea: 6 hands and 30 fingers on congas flowing like the Nile. Tommy Hunter finds percussion instruments to further coordinate river flows. Akmed Abdullah blows trompette romancing guardian angels into the stream. Billy Higgins and Earl Buster Smith trade batterie mathstrology under the stars. Philly Joe Jones and Clifford Jarvis float by with Marshall Allen aboard a sunship, orchestrating forces through courses of Van Allen bolts with flute, piccolo and alto saxophone calls. Noel Scot modulates spheres with an alto sax. John Gilmore cracking open the clouds with tenor sax, searing high, so high the birds gets dizzy and then that great bass boom. John Ore, from the Theolonious Sphere Monk spaceway swings the bass around the nodal axis, they dwell on other planets. Roger Blank and Robert Cummings drum and play the système solaire. Yes. Danny Ray Thompson, Michael Ray, James Jacson and those i left out. Early hard-bop structures melted like Dali's clocks’ into neo modal tidal pieces, with no fixed harmonic structure, free to change with seasoned eccentricities, the superimposition of one chord over another. Ply upon ply.
Sources and resources.
John Sinclair. Its All Good. A John Sinclair Reader. Headpress. 2008.
Wayne Kramer. My Night as a tone scientist. 2006.
David A. Martinelli. The cosmic-myth equations of Sun Ra. 1991.
Jim Macnie. Blue Delight linear notes. February 1989.
The Cantos of Ezra Pound. New Directions Publishing. 1972.
Wikipedia.org
F is for FLYBIRDMONK:. A 12' DISK SELECTION
Buzzy – Charlie Parker. Miles Davis. Bud Powell. Tommy Potter. Max Roach. NYC May 1947. (Memorial vol. 3)
Rhythm-a-ning – Theolonious Monk. Charlie Rouse. Frank Dunlop. John Ore. (Criss Cross” – Monk
Donna Lee – Charlie Parker. Miles Davis, Bud Powell, Tommy Potter, Max Roach. 1947. (GRANDI JAZZ)
Bemsha Swing. – Monk. Charlie Rouse, Larry Gales, Ben Riley (Live. November.1964: Greatest HiTs)
Cheryl – Bird. Bird. Miles Davis, Bud Powell, Tommy Potter, Max Roach. 1947. (Grandi Jazz)
Criss-cross – Monk. Charlie Rouse. Frank Dunlop. John Ore. (Criss-cross. CBS.)
The Opener – Lester Young Jazz Orchestra. Charlie Parker (Alt sax) Live. September 1949. (Anatomy of improvisation. World Record Club LTD.)
We see – Monk. Charlie Rouse, Milt Jackson, Art Blakey. (Straight No Chaser)
Little Willie Leaps – Charlie Parker. Miles Davis. John Lewis. Nelson Boyd. Max Roach. NYC August 1947. (CPM Vol.3)
Well You Needn’t – Monk. Charlie Rouse, Larry Gales, Ben Riley. Feb 27 1965. Live: Brandeis University.(Greatest Hits)
Milestones – Bird. Miles Davis, John Lewis, Nelson Boyd, Max Roach. (Grandi Jazz)
Think of One – Monk. Charlie Rouse. Frank Dunlop. John Ore. (Crisscross. CBS.)
Bloomdido – Charlie Parker – Dizzy Gillespie. Theolonius Monk (piano); Curly Russel (Bass); Buddy Rich (drums) Recorded June 6th 1950. (The Anatomy of Improvisation).
ANT ARC TICA: 2012
X-Files, lake vostock, 2012, antarctica, MARS. Sheeeet, i feel ice'd. --fly
"During the 2012-2013 winter season the research team will go "deep field" into West Antarctica to sample water from the lake in the search of "tiny life forms never before seen" and to extract sediment from the lake bed to find clues as to how the climate has changed over many millennia.
Professor Martyn Tranter from the University of Bristol will be analysing some of the water from the lake, looking for signs of life. -- Smeellygraff
--fLY
"Dressed like a penguin in bondage boy.... oh yeah, oh yeah....." Frank Zappa.
MAYBELOGIC: THE MOVIE. (Deepleaf 2003)
Robert Anton Wilson - Maybe Logic: The Lives And Ideas Of Robert Anton Wilson
Tracklist
| 001 | Tuning In | |||
| 002 | Childhood Mysteries | |||
| 003 | Discordian Infallibility | |||
| 004 | Quantum Gamble | |||
| 005 | PPS Pain | |||
| 006 | Existential Maps | |||
| 007 | PPS Medicine | |||
| 008 | Conspiratorial Responsibility | |||
| 009 | Magick Science | |||
| 010 | Sirius Pookha | |||
| 011 | E-Prime | |||
| 012 | Green Donkey | |||
| 013 | Forgiveness | |||
| 014 | Santa Cruz Protest | |||
| 015 | Optimism | |||
| 016 | Infinite B.S. | |||
| 017 | End Credits |
Credits
Directed By, Written-By - Lance Bauscher
Executive Producer - Timothy F.X. Finnegan
Featuring - Douglas Rushkoff , Ivan Stang , Paul Krassner , R.U. Sirius , Tom Robbins , Valerie Corral
Music By - Amon Tobin , Animals On Wheels , Boards Of Canada , Cinematic Orchestra, The , Funki Porcini , Ognen Spiroski , Pullman , Rick Walker , Supplicants, The , Tarentel
Music By [Dvd Menu] - Fly Agaric 23
Narrator - Robert Anton Wilson
Other [Associate Producers] - Amanda Dofflemyer , Fly Agaric 23 , Katherine Covell
Other [Best Boy] - Robert Anton Wilson
Other [Camera] - Amanda Dofflemyer , David Allen , Ivan Stang , Katherine Covell , Lance Bauscher , Robert Dofflemyer
Producer, Edited By, Artwork By [Designed By] - Cody McClintock , Lance Bauscher , Robert Dofflemyer
Notes
More info available from http://www.maybelogic.com/.
Reviews & Discussion
HOT is for HUMANITAS ON TRIAL: The Crash of Finnegans Waves
When i read the court proceedings in Joyce's wake around page's 572-576, i instantly thought about the court hearing that will come concerning the banking turmoil and crash affecting all humanity, especially the poor and displaced peoples, due to the international global financial system in place in 2009.
DJ FLY AGARIC 23 IN EUREAKA CALIFORNIA 2003 (LIVE)
Special thanks to Larray Narachi and Bob Cogswell for making the dedicated efforts to make such fine live recordings.
-FLY.
DJ FLY AGARIC VS. ALAN HERTZ AND FRIENDS 2003 EUREKA
Staying in roadside Motels, smoking Buddha and playing a thousand different tunes, seeing the Northern California landscapes, eating the food and enjoying the company, cutting my teeth with some playing mutherfuckers. Listen to one set from the tour here at the great ARCHIVE.org.
http://www.archive.org/details/ahf2003-08-21.flac16
Alan Hertz is currently on tour with Scot Henderson.
Eric Levey Plays with Garaj Mahal
And Tal Morris is on tour with Credence Clearwater Revival.
Europe?
--fly
http://www.archive.org/details/ahf2003-08-21.flac16
AN AMANITA MUSHROOM SO BIG YOU CAN LIVE IN IT!
Katie Bethune-Leamen
Mushroom Studio
May 28, 2008 - April 15, 2009
Artist Statement
Mushroom Studio is a site-specific work created for the Toronto Sculpture Garden. Loosely based on the form of the Amanita pantherina mushroom—lesser cousin of the red-capped Amanita muscaria—Mushroom Studio is a fungus-shaped sculpture that contains my studio in its stem. During the length of its installation, this workspace will at times be in use, at others will sit poignantly empty. -- http://www.torontosculpturegarden.com/currentexhibit.htm
Every bank of discount is downright corruption...
AP is for Apoptosis:
Cosmic Trigger first grabbed me like a pincer clawed beast, and jet packed me off onto some path or other to discovering something else that was new, ideas, puzzles, and the framing of new questions, metaphysical breakdowns and synergetic put-back-togethers. Today, after nearly 15 years reading and re-reading RAW i often feel like i am just scratching the surface. This blog entry is just scratching the surface of one of RAW's interests and something described within most of his books explicitly, and somewhat - implicitly - within his ideas: human life extension. And Tim Leary's SMI2LE formula
There are many ways of looking at life extension, many, and it involves a deep seating of oneself in timespace, philosophy and subpeona of disbelief - to even begin to think clearly on the subject. Especially difficult for religiously and scientifically -- dogmatic -- but i wish to look at just one small part here.
The idea in society of the cure, intelligent cure's, that work specially for each individual are like the ideas of life extension, put a different way - if preventatives are sufficiently capable of keeping illness at bay then they are in some sense delaying death as cures. Cures for disease and illness seem - for me - a new way of looking at the question, (death & life?).
Usually i think of a pill to just extend your life, but of course, there is nothing to do if you are alive other than prevent death for as long as you wish. New smart pills to prevent illness and disease or kill it before it kills us are now the equivalent of Immortality pills in some sense, depending how you see it.
With so many new breakthroughs in genetics, nano scale technology and intelligent medicine each week now, it seems to me, we have arrived at the time when anything is possible, super bomb to turn us all into salt rocks, or a giant space fun park globe with an ARK of earths life systems set off into space from giant catapults! It is my opinion that within 8 years what we now know to be Cancer and AIDS will be essentially - cured, no longer a cause of death unless you want it to be, along with almost any other disease or illness you can pronounce. Such is the promise of molecular and genetic research underway today around the world. Not to overlook, though, the possibility of new smart - diseases and illnesses developing - maybe even daemons - which would add new challenges and obstacles to all human beings living their happy and more healthy, longer life TOGETHER?
I have my own hunch, (from sitting in front of the computer) a very wild guess about some new research that could lead to some breakthroughs in life extension, something i often feel grossly underqualified to wax lyrical about, but in this case, in fly's case, the threads weave nicely throughout much of my earlier work so i can show with some PROOF that this is not just some wacky scientific experiment i dreamed up, but something approaching a master thesisnt. The beginnings of a new field of Fly Agaric studies proper, with a focus on HEALING, CURES and helping in the community. Practical shit. Things that up until now my works have overlooked, and reconsidering the life and death of Dr. Wilson i now feel it is high time i started my own scientific enquiry.
--fly agaric 23.
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http://flyagaric2019.blogspot.com/
http://acrillic.blogspot.com/
http://maybelogic.blogspot.com/
http://electronicdrugs.blogspot.com/
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http://www.myspace.com/flyagaric23
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V is for Vinyl: Fly's Maybelogic #4 DJ mix.
--FLY.
"Mixed by the Knu Dj fly agaric 24.
Running timespace approx 78 earth minutes.
A guide the 14 tracks spread about MQ#4. - http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/04/0401EditorWelcome.htm
Recorded on the fly lyvf with two vestax turntables, one Tascam mixer and a stack of phonographic discs plus some stinky nuggets got smoked up during the mix, im fed up with all this talk about how artists say "no" to drugs - they are drugs, their brains are full of em, somebody tell me i'm wrong. The following is a textual interpretation of my own truth using the track titles and artists names arrested into the mixture - my turntables are now retrofitted to handle text books and thoughpolice. Synchronistickly one of my own turntables just went missing - i am now just a turntable manipulathor and it goes a little sumthin lyk this,
Aphex twin druqz Anna Livia Plurabelle Ambient music for airports Brian Eno Boards of Canada Anna Livia Plurabelle John Lee Hooker Country Boy Cabbage boy sausage doctor Anna Livia Plurabelle Boards of canada, Max 404 oddity Shem the penman Cyril Cussack Pressage The media Miles Davis live at Filmore wednesday Miles Jello Biafra The big ka-boom part one Cabbage boy sausage doctor Anna livia Plurabelle Shobhan Mckenna Timothy Leary Jimi Hendrix Buddy Miles You can be anyone this time around Aphex Twin druqs T.S Eliot East Coker from the four quartets Duke Elington Solitude W.B Yeats Crazy Jane The first dream The Garage Mahavishnu Orchestra Sapphire bullets of pure love Anna Livia Plurabelle Deathcap Mushrooms fungus Flash Gordon Trip to Mars The Clash Death is a star Pink Floyd money Amendment 10 The United States Constitution Lord Buckley Hip Ghan Cabbage boy Sausage Dr. E.P T.S Eliot The dry salvages Anna Livia Plurabelle John Coltrane Ohm Pink Floyd Final cut Squarepusher Music is rotted one note United Nations Ralph Gleason Alice Coltrane Galaxy in Turiya Alice in Wonderland The Mock Turtle Mike Ladd In perspective Guitar History Prince Paul Psychoanalysis Pressage Mr. Dibbs Secret Society United Nations Ralph Gleason Saul Williams Not in our name dj goo mx Pressage Mr. dibbs Doze New World Order United Nations Ralph Gleason DJ Shadow What does the inside of your soul look like Anna Livia Plurabelle Death cap mushrooms. - http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/04/0401EditorWelcome.htm