The tale of the tribe approximates a tale of humanity, or 'tales', a new global epic that must capture illuminating details from humanity and juxtapose them in a special way using special language (Hologrammic prose, the Hermetic style, Ideogrammic method, Joyce's 'epiphany' etc.) Dr.Robert Anton Wilson crafted his tale of the tribe to suit, among other definitions; the architects of post-modem' cyber-culture, reaching back to the renaissance and pulling up-tense to our decentralized--hyper connected--future present.
During a six week period, I-fly will share his open interpretations of the tale of the tribe, performing an on-line multimedia vortex of signals, dialed into James Joyce, Ezra Pound, Giordano Bruno, Marshall Mcluhan, 'Bucky'Fuller, and RAW himself.
email to the tribe will reprocess communications from across time, and produce new maps, new metaphors, and mold new memes that help forward the tale of the tribe and the RAW wisdom oozing out from all quarters.
Each week fly will provide a spread of multimedia for you to process, generally keeping in step with the program, encouraging a wide variety of conversation and focused feedback. Feel free to drop in and drop out, as you like.
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The synergy of history
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If its not connected its useless
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Moving pictures to TV/Internet
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The John Sinclair Foundation Presents Café The Zen Saturday, August 22, 2010 @ 2:00-3:00 am [20-1034]
Amsterdam, NL.
Our program this week emanates from Café The Zen in Amsterdam where we’ve been based all week with the New Orleans action painter called Frenchy and 101 Runners pianist Tom Worrell plus guitarist Vincent Pino (from Venezuela), drummer Steve Fly (UK) and bassist-engineer Leslie Lopez (Puerto Rico)—the International Blues Scholars. We’re listening to music we made here at Studio Zen on Monday night (16) and at the 420 Café on Wednesday (18), where we were joined by Chris Jones (New Orleans) on bongos during his brief visit to Amsterdam, and we’ve got a few records to add by Alberta Adams & the Planet D Nonet, Kermit Ruffins, Lenny Bruce on airplane glue, and Brother Jack McDuff. Rasdan makes a brief recorded announcement from Café The Zen while he presently languishes in a Dutch jail waiting to be deported back to Suriname for lack of proper paperwork. Free Rasdan!
Playlist 338
[01] Opening Music: Tom Worrell & the International Blues Scholars: Tipitina
[02] John Sinclair Intro Comments with Larry Hayden & Steve Fly
[03] Ras Dan: Pasa Ding De Café Zen
[04] John Sinclair & His International Blues Scholars: Louisiana Blues
[05] John Sinclair & His International Blues Scholars: The Delta Sound
[06] John Sinclair Comments & Conversation with Larry Hayden & Steve Fly
[07] Alberta Adams & Planet D Nonet: Say Baby Say
[08] Kermit Ruffins: I Got a Treme Woman
[09] Lenny Bruce: Airplane Glue
[10] Brother Jack McDuff: Smut
[11] John Sinclair Comments & Conversation with Larry Hayden & Steve Fly
[12] Closing Music: John Sinclair & His International Blues Scholars: friday the 13th > monk in orbit > my buddy
When I first heard about the Oil rig explosion on 4/20 (2010) I quickly thought about my writing dedicated to the SUPER MAJOR's of the OIL GAME, and in particular BP, that I turned to BRITISH PETROILMEN.
I consider some lines in the poem pretty spot on considering what happened since writing and posting it. Bringing the worlds at-tension to the SUPER MAJORS, fossil fuels, oil, war and greedy irresponsible international corporate terrorism.
I hope to have balanced the bad oil boys and their igonorance with some beauty and intelligence of our Mermaid's, the sea shells and ocean life of clean goodness, love, steve fly.
Aphrodite rose from sea foam in film. Merry Mermaid & love goddess surfinn her scallop chariot through twisted arms of godsoilmen and sludge. She has risen to meet the supermajors to balance scales and dance to the finnance seers circe song. Gulf scoop. Venus Arise! Awake. Hail Eris! Drink snail wine and toast to King scallop, loops. Sail up Botticelli’s shell birth canal, known by cockle, hat and staff, Cruz’ past oily Slick Cheney news. We roe under the sign, past energy task force positions. The Galloping Scallop clad man of greek myth. The Knights bejewelled in clam lips and kisses. Rich blue Oil spill or mother of pearl? Like blended parrots and dead plankton, mixed emulsions. Beautiful Miss. Oil Spill?
Crude awakening to the spill-age. A Collosal squid princess riding old Jakobsschelp to help a Hutch load of old scallops rise out the Seafloor Blues. Deep sea things speak! Lo! Scallops of the ocean down by the great rising Chiefs. Take Big Periwinkle into your earshell. Smell the sign, touch the symbol, has it got ridges? Dreams cast to sea to see in a Venus shell in a mother of pearl breast. Dead Plankton in the paint painted on Saints of the swamp. And the city sewers flow. Heed the clam of commerce and the cockle-shock shimmy. A shell of transfusion, what sea-shell sign symbol confusion. Emerging on a horse covered in Scallops? Yes, Prince Periwinkle gallops-up stream like Salmon. Skullops for one shelling a dollop. Sea wave-wind Mussels flex into fossils. Oh, more yet, invisible smell of oilamp from the limpet. The Penis of Mr. Big Periwinkle is swelling, a telling sign of the times. Lets Oil the Oystery of Oil, and stir with a staff, lets foil Big sharks, get shocked, struck coil! Row roe with the Tide Swell batter and salt. Swim with the titanic Sementic shift, up out the shell, again, to tell a snail tale of the planetary shaft.
Son’s of Thunder Juice, Snel, quick up to defend the word. A sea slug with untold feet, runs with you. Hoily Tools of the Big Petrol scoop and scope scheme, wallops the marine scene with unclean oil sheen. Another spellage. Ocean deep n' blue, packed full of shell-rooms, true teachers of petrochem generation X. Drill here. Rise up like foam, Alexthunder Oil the Shah Cockle and the unseen shellhand scoop, arise fortuna. Waxy Parrot Snot in the sea banks, how to dress up a death spill? Casting Shells - The wavy lines trace swellmighty calm. His Loch' Holiness the Buddhaclam Caliph of Pearl of the Santiago Shell mound gate tell us, what fate? Great clam emperor of the Mollusca lineage, Big Up your shelf. By nature the sign, 500 Million years of geometry spun, sings in holy brine water, the Duke Periwinkle Clam tissue of ivory Sheen? Look down the well. Oily DEA and ivory salt newspaper scalps litter our vessel, truth and beauty from underwater vents, meanwhile oilmen pollute the ocean-Green with sculpted Pipe lines, crime waves of DEA projects, No Oildea how sticky their handshells.
To the Great Old One's, please hear us and help a sign-sailor resist a supermajor temptress, blackmailing a redesign. Each cell on the Shell glitters and does not glisten. Clamco on our sex organs. Oil spill, pipe-line, spoil, Usury, coercion, interference with the flow. Oyster Gods of ancient oceans sculpt the wave and weave pearls for serpents teeth to sew. WWII elixir prohibition, in the name of thy snakeoil potions, Rise, Oh. Sea-meat wonders with one hundred eyes that dwell upon Old heraldic shields, Rise up like bubbles and show us your shape. If only Molluscs could grow wings? Dutch English American statistics, more scallops? Roam the ocean wide with the Sigil of Galloping shells tells a whale of a trial of a clam, with snapping hinge teeth. Big Blood and loot (bleep) swinging from the Scallops pole, I and Shelly, and our Seal: Koninklijk. A Toast to Scallops and the food of Godzilla, and the marvel of Clam propulsion.
Venus come surfing on a scallop, leading with a shell in hat and staff in hand. Scholar. Mussel Swimming down Saint James's glory-gate to stealth Oil Cow & coo. Scoop it. And the church Redlips TTOTTAL Informollusc. Sculp. Crude awakening. Cockoily and Crude Millions scalloped out of the earth's. Intimidated pilgrims raise a Church shoal. To the Botticelli Shell-mex, mix, to the - Supermajor – noGods’ and the shall he, Shall he not trotter. Heart of calcite, home of crystal. Toil to swim with the ASA Esso sponsors. Pick a Shell and drink James Juice. The sacred periwinkle proportions, now sea gold. Periwinkle Cockle and aragonite Shillyshellying, on land we're all out of gas? Gaia Scalp flake, dry rot and sun burn, Crashing oil and Blood in similar waves, Half-mollusc, half man with a vulva Cuthulu cult riding a Periwinkle to shore, to soil on past British Patrolingmen. Deep Rejoice – Skol - of the sea leagues 93’000 species of Mollusc, calcium from sea, Saint James Juice “No thankyou.” Oh, resurrecting Periwinkle is forbidden? Greenwash be damned, HOLY Scollop of truth Swim on your way! Oh, Mollusc gas around pilgrims Hands. Scooping the word. Praise the Count of cockles who calculates the calcium content. Re-shore em’ that Oystery has Pearls. Barons to protect the crust. Don't drill, hear! The silver pink flesh remaining of ocean Sheild. What pearls lie in the sign. Schaaldrake Unreeled from the Well, winds blowing above the abyss of humanity.
A clamber of underwater James shimmer “What the devil’s covering you, old directors?” The Hat clamp too. Holy floor, must be peak oil time! Shall we use our gills to push? Praise oceans Brand waves. The fisherman on fire, Oil brigade, fire brigade. What Sustenance? Entangled oil pipline artery of earth rot? Well well well, Oil be damned! eyel. The stolen dead plankton. The dead seamen-oil-blood transfusion. The Tectonic shifts and shafts. Swallow the shilly-shally sea and go a’ rumaging. A mussel bound wisdom tongue in a Dutch pit. Venus in shell, that feminine Scallop. Beware the starfish and oystercatchers and Condi Rice. Our boat enters the earshells of Leviathon. Seers are feeding, so meditate on bivalvia underground and grow new ears. Total germs. Sea worms fight back. Please dive off the Euro board and Rejoice for James Juice. Hoily Houses Haunt Oystery sauce. The currents of Oysery in the Musselmen’s. How to Oil the machine and then stir, sir?
Scallop filtration of nature Mouth pit. Hermaphrodite Samuel of the black-gold waters. Global eyes of the oceanic gleam where Ibskal speak of sea diamonds, pearls and disturb the Calm mud. Look Deep, look well , lick the James Juice-oil, drink the poison and ride the snake to the pit of Saint DEA, to planet Exo-Clamboil. Elders send word of hope, inducing Amanita Mollusca. Sometides wash nutrients up Ripples of the great allrudy wish-ways prepear’d with proportions of Baron periwinkles dimples. Chevrollop, clamswallop, wham. Big Shh’ galaxy, in silence. And inside the noble clam chamber Mr. Mussel finds shelter from transfusions and Cockledoom on a dinner plate. Oh shil, you supermajor logo shystirs. Rumble of waves around scalloped edge - where Venus teleports - to visit ecstatic ten-thousand. And Brand new standards, drink the ocean ink of clam soup. Ingest the Hoily Ocean Extracts from the me-a-ning Well, it's all for the best. Wade through the bauxite, don’t step on our eggshares show foresight. Juice the wellwell markets, be merry, speak into these eggshawls. Schelp, I need some clammy mammy? Muscle and sperm of capitol, testoss and hydrocarbons, Thankyou, the pearls really shine. 500 Million years of Scallop evolution sculpted from chalk with tyme.
Real Crotch Oil spread and royal Roe Smoothie. The synchro-swimming around the OVA, mixing a schaal alliance. Pink into the black current. Shellfish swim for ecosystem and it’s edges. The taste and Zap, filtering compost on sea-bed, the underwater awakening, like Fungus, the Clam infiltrates the swill. Heaven and Hell, the birth of Lucifer von Periwinkle and his Kingdom Oilmen! Lo, the chatter and Swell, the Venus and the Vulva. Marian’s Well. Like a Mermaid's, always moist. Master of devices and of painted Green weeds. Grow. A Pilgrim Artefact slyjacked. Marian! Murmur and maid, with comb and mirror, homeless, Comb exchanged for a clam-pick to pluck Lyre songs. Merry tinkles of shells and deep-blues for heads. Oh yeah, to schell the proof to buy the truth. Sea Red and sigil read. Michelle, and her pink mantle. Swimming with our vows to explore the edges of the Sun. Elixir of Baron Periwinkle makes a tasty tipple. A tale maybe a virus. Vile us! With a treacherous hijacked Scallop - snapping - at your toe, out to out brand Oil. Way out. Respect the Hoily mollusc of Saint James. These Claims of holy clams clamp down on Baron Periwinkle’s clump, so Dive down and pry benearth. The Venus Mermaiden has risen from the sea to show you her she-sails.
I often search the wake for terms and words of interest to me, on a whim. Here I simply quote to instance of the word VOLCANO in the wake. I suspect Joyce surrounded these words with others of a similar nature, or with a strong affinity with one another; a node/cluster of Volcanic fall out. VOLCANO seems another description of the wake, a literary Volcano of languages, hot out the mamalujo womb of the Earth itself, forged in the unspeakable furnace and tossed of out a mountain top resulting in a upward fountain of European chaos and mayhem. Except, unlike a real geological Volcano, the wake plots itselves' back together again by a re-amalgam of the coincidance of contraries that brought it about in the first place.
I shot be shoddied, throttle me, fine me cowheel for ever, usquebauched the ersewild aleconner, for bringing briars to Bembracken and ringing rinbus round Demetrius for, as you wrinkle wryghtly, bully bluedomer, it's a suirsite's stircus haunting hesteries round old volcanoes. We gin too gnir and thus plinary indulgence makes collemullas of us all. But Time is for talerman tasting his tap. Tiptoptap, Mister Maut. He made one summery (Cholk and murble in lonestime) of his the three swallows like he was muzzling Moselems and torched up as the faery pangeant fluwed down the hisophenguts, a slake for the quicklining, to the tickle of his tube and the twobble of his fable, O, fibbing once upon a spray what a queer and queasy spree it was. Plumped. - James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, pg. 319.
I am now becoming about fed up be going circulating about them new hikler's highways like them nameless souls,ercked and skorned and grizzild all over, till it's rusty October in this bleak forest and was veribally complussed by thinking of the crater of some noted volcano or the Dublin river or the catchalot trouth subsias away out or to isolate i from my multiple Mes on the spits of Lumbage Island or bury meself, clogs, coolcellar and all, deep in my wineupon ponteen unless Morrissey's colt could help me or the gander maybe at 49 as it is a tithe fish so it is, this pig's stomach business, and where on dearth or in the miraculous meddle of this expending umniverse to turn since it came into my hands I am hopeless off course to be doing anything concerning. - James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, pg. 410.
Part one of RAW's book Coincidance starts with a piece called SYNCHRONICITY AND ISOMORPHISM IN FINNEGANS WAKE. And features an essay: THE PHYSICS OF SYNCHRONICITY (pg. 147), that I believe criss-cross with study of the New Physics and the possible, most probable, I deduct, Holographic Universe model of 'reality' 'consciousness' and 'Synchronicity' as defined by Dr. Wilson, in the language Cybernetics and Neurologic. http://wordspore.blogspot.com/2010/04/dedicated-to-inspiration-for-this-work.html
by thiswis aposterioprismically apatstrophied and paralogically periparolysed, celestial from principalest of Iro's Irismans ruinboon pot before, (for beingtime monkblinkers timeblinged completamentarily murkblankered in their neutrolysis between the possible viriditude of the sager and the probable eruberuption of the saint), -- James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, pg.612.
"Such different accounts of a single event, however, are treated in Finnegans Wake not as inconsistent but as complementary. Like the corpuscular and the undulatory characteristics of light in Bohr's complementarity principle, they are but different facets of the same entity. Even such disparate views as those held by Saint Patrick and the Archdruid in their debate on the "true inwardness of reality" (611.21) are ultimately dissolved into a complementary unity:
for beingtime monkblinkers timeblinged complementarily murkblankered in their neutrolysis between the possible viritude of the sager and the probable eruberuption of the saint. (612.21-24)
Finnegans Wake shares this complementarity with quantum physics as it shares the spatiotemporal unity with the relativity theory. Joyce points out in his book that only through unification of apparently disparate concepts can the "true inwardness of reality" shine through: "And let every crisscouple be so crosscomplimentary, little eggons, youlk and meelk, in a farbiger pancosmos" (613.10-12). http://duszenko.northern.edu/joyce/quanta.html
Twenty Twelve Line Versus the tale of the tribe (v2.0) by Fly Agaric 23.
EZ Ching Ming The Cantos A m e r i c a & Knu Directions Imagist Bard Ezra Ideogramic Methods The Tale of the Tale of the Tribe & the Farben-Bush works still intact Idaho London Rapallo Paris Literary Cathay Blast Economic Vorticist Activist Kulchur Correspondent
Jim Joyce Finnegan Metempsyco Portrait of the Art Epiphany Paris Walk in progress Dubling Chamber Music Slice of Joy-life Hologramic Prose Eulogy Waking Finnegan Waking them again Yeats Bruno Pound Vico Nietzsche McLuhan Stephen Dedalus Leopold Bloom Ulysses
Yeats Butler W i l l i a m Second Coming Poets Golden Dawn Fenollosa through Ez Irish Ballad Synge and Swift Poet Playwrite at the Hawks Well The Call to East the Fall to Gonne Cycles of the Moon Cycles of the Sun Translate Japanese Cuchulain Noh play Abbey Theatre Easter Modernism up-rise
Great Nietzsche E t e r n a l Return Dead Gods Rapallo Olga Philosophy Logic Theology Friederich Philologist Pastmodernische Superman God Joyce Pound Yeats Freud Jung This very spider moonlight World Wide Web Existential Philologist Genius Beyond Good And Evil Thu s Spake Zarathustra
Is Alfred Korzybski Or is he knot General Semantics Korzybski Sapir Whorf Linguistical Genius Aristotle turned on his Head Neurologic Map Territory Teacher of Burroughs Impact on Bucky Spacetime-Binding Timespace-Binding Linguistic The Manhood of Humanity Science and Sanity
Sweet Bruno Pantheon Decentralized Magic Memory Giordano Nolan Hermetical Tradition John Dee and Edward Kelly Tree The Perfect Model of Cyberspace The Book of Shadows Book of Thirty Seals Cosmology Transmigration Heretic Astronomer Philosopher Mathematical
Claude Shannon I n t e r n e t Software Hardware Math Whizz M.I.T Information Theory And Negative Entropy Communicate and Calculate Broadband Bits and Channel que pasa? Shannon Equations Digital Father Mathematical Electrical Mini Max Norbert Weiner John Von Neumann Allen Turing
Art Clings To Old Ernest F e n o l l o s a Japan America Oriental Scholar Widow gave Ez dossier The Chinese Written Character As A medium for Poetry Poems Symbolic Structure In Nature Ezra and Yeats read with London Imagists And Marshall McLuhan made Square Dollar Series.
Welles Orson Processing V i s i o n a r y Cine’ Verite’ War Of The Worlds Macbeth Citizen Kane F For Fake Interruption Orson Magick Child Prodigy writing Camera T.V Illusion Internet Era Featuring in a Special Cameo Role William Randolf Hearst Howard Hughes and Elmyr
Think Vico Poetry Humanity Giambattista Thunder The New Science Bill Yeats James Joyce Ezra Pound Philosophy of History Fenollosa Bucky Recorsi Cycle History Language Mystery Etymology Philosophy Structure Divine Heroic Human Heart Oratio
Look Bucky Discovered Carbon Sixty Nine Chains to the moon Planetary Fuller Geodesic Genius Goes in for structure Ezra Sez' Dymaxion Design Scientist Legal Piggily Critical Path Operating Manual For Spaceship Earth Non-Simultaneous Non-Simultaneous
Shall Marshall McLuhan T e l e v i s i o n Tune In or Turn On Understanding Web Law Under-standing Media The Medium is the message Electronic Tribal Melting Pot Vico Ezra Pound Orson Finnegan Canadian American McLuhan Typergraphic Tribal Glyphy Global Village
Tim Leary L. S. D Psychologist Harvard Professor Psychedelic Poet Counterculture Warrior Neurologic Cybercultist Transpersonal Circuit Scientist Timespace Migration Increase Intellect Intelligence Operating Manual Engineering Imagination Consciousness
Karl Popper C a b i n e t E v o l u t i o n Vico Von-McPound Social Philosophy F a l s i f i a b i l i t y Episteme’ Statistical? Subjectivist Popping Entropy Quantum Linguistic Social Schroedinger Comparative Past-narrative Lexicon The Open Society And Its Enemies
Von Neumann S t r a t e g y I n f o r m a t i o n War Game Zero-Sum Grandfather of Internet Programmable Computers Shannon Turing Wiener Bruno Revolutions Switching Fourier Etching Digital Sketching Binary Computations Calculation Eniac Mathematical Combinatrix Esoteric
He Crowley A l e i s t e r Alexander Poet Magician Philosopher Trickster Comprehensive Pantheist Love Is The Law Love Under Will Instigator Temple Thelema A Star every man And Every Women Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law Bruno Yeats Nietzsche Dee Leary Wilson New Age
Reich Wilhelm Therapist Psychologist Orgone Radical Imposition Super Universal Energy Energetic Biofeedback Pantheism Bruno Orgasm The Mass Psychology Of Fascism Omnipresent Dialectic Dynamo Reich Cloud Busting Cosmic Masterbation Feedback
Jon Lilly Computer Metaprograme B i o I n t e r f a c e Cetacean Nation Acoustical Linguistics Interspecies Communication Meditating Cogitate Repeats Centre of Cyclone Dyadic Cyclone Meta-program Neuro-logic Cunnigham Cogitate Cogitate Cogitate Cogitate
RAW Magick Playfulness I l l u s t r i o u s Daring Futurist Ontologist Hagbard Philosopher Humorist Counterculture Bobhisattva Fenollosa Bucky Optimist Taylor of The Tribe Mailer of The Scribe Universes’ Interactive Processing Robert Anton Wilson Robert Anton Wilson
High Terence M c k e n n a Technoshaman Scholar Botanist Mycologist Mystic Reinterprets McLuhan Hyper-spatial Navigator Psychedelic Cyber Concressence Vico Recorsi Timewave Novelty Technology Innovation Finnegan Panspermia Cyber-culture Psilocybin
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A handful of posts and early freestyle writings from my time in America formulated my book: World Piss' The Spore of the Woids. Last year in (2009) this project morphed into SHANNANIGUMS WAVE. Now available at Lulu, and partly at wordspore.blogspot.
While living in New Orleans I started a poem called TRANE YOURSELF: a homage to John Coltrane, Jazz ployrhythms and African American culture. A theme in my early poems crafted in America, while living in New Orleans, New York, and the Bay Are surrounded by awe inspiring music and art.
ONLYMAYBE
I feel honoured to collaborate on a blog with good friends and longtime memebers of the maybelogic academy. The IMPERFECT INDEX of ONLYMAYBE acts like a prototype model for this post here. Onlymaybe or maybelogic.blogspot is kept up and running and brimming with content by Bogus Magus, Bobby Campbell.
Thanks Bogus, and thanks all the contributing artists for continuing their voluntary efforts to keep the RAW web afloat with data and links. To Bobby, Borsky, Fuzzbuddy, Minja, Prop, Chris, NP, P.G, Quackenbush, P Smith, B Kane, Eva and all the faculty staff and those I Forget.
In the process of my study into the tale of the tribe I have began creating fictional episodes that link I fly agaric with some of the corresponding themes and characters.
The following is a short dream sequence:
Having fun creating some fictional episodes (short tales) That link I fly agaric icons and themes together.
MCLEAR'S DREAM
Mclear’s father drinks some tea from a chalice, and then climbs a ladder set against a house to fetch down a bright green-toad that's stuck up high on the roof, its the pet toad of his cousin, and, while on his way down he slips on a snake masquerading as a step of a ladder, falls, and crushes his head and crushes the toad in the process. Brains, toad slime, jewels merge together at the foot of the ladder and flies appear.
Mclear’s cousin turns into Alice through the looking glass, and shrinks down to the size of a small rodent, she begins munching on Lotus petals that have suddenly sprung up around Mclear's father/mothers corpse. A fly swoons across the body looking for an entry point, the corpse is wearing a white gown and has formed female breasts.
A bomb comes whistling out of the sky, changing into a figure resembling Cuchulain, a giant with twelve arms, each 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 small printing press, calendar, Umbrella, TV set and a Video-Camera. The smoking pipe was in the giants mouth and clouds of smoke drifted up and up forming bigger 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 androgynous corpse. The mushroom then morphs again into a small Santa Claus doll that proceeds to administer coca-cola to the corpse, pouring it up the nostrils and letting it fizz all over the face, the body begins to shake.
[A sudden disturbance in the dream sequence, the dreamer has set his alarm-clock one hour too early this morning, but falls back into the tale.]
Mclear’s father/mother corpse, his cousin and himself were now up and bouncing away from the house, jumping on pogo sticks away from where the toad-corpse ooze had released a green fog of flies into the air that set everybody in the village 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 out into the clearing in front of them, the wheel has a golden apple lodged inside its hollow. Then, as Mclear recalls his dream, ‘we all eat a small piece of the bright green apple and sit back down under the tree again.
In a flash the dreamer has morphed into a Mushroom, stood right in the spot where Mclear once sat. His Father/mother corpse had transformed into a fruit fly and his cousin Mary changed from the image of his grandmother to a toad, who also sits right where she once sat in the wooded clearing.
At this point Mclear describes the sense of an eternity passing, then a jumping muddle of perceptions between the three shape-shifters, triangulated in their sitting positions. The mushroom had only single sight via a tiny periscope inside a white wart, but it released a constant humming sound like a tribal drum in his head when it looked at the fly and the toad looking at back at him.
Suddenly Mclear experienced total ESP with the others, plus he felt a presence coming from the trees and the foliage and the leaves; a low chatter beneath the canopy, they sat motionless, in awe of the infinite stars above them, together in a resonant-field of connection.
In a flash, the fly lands on the mushroom, licks it, and flies off in the direct of the toad, who swiftly snatches the drunken fly out of the air, and swallows it in one gulp. This sequence is seen in slow motion with the silhouette of the action projected by the moonlight.
Cuchulain returns and lands in front of the Toad with a drawn sword and brutally slices it in two. Emeralds and Lapis Lazuli fall-out from the toads head. The fly emerges again from the toads head, shakes, buzzes, flinches a little, staggers up to gather itself and then flies off only a few feet, landing this time on a lotus flower floating upon the pond. The fly is swallowed again by a huge salmon fish, which then in turn is quickly fished out by Cuchulain's fishing rod and set free once more. Cuchulain discovers a golden ring inside the salmon that fits him perfectly.
Ants march into the clearing and gather up the toad-parts mixed with jewels, transporting them back to their nest where together with a mouldy old beetle and a giant snake they rebuild the toad with spittle, venom and fungus.
The toad leaps out of the nest back to the clearing where he spits on the mushroom’s periscopic wart, which transforms the whole mushroom into a massive geodesic object, bejewelled with emerald glow, crystallized and sparkling like Kryptonite.
Cuchulain returned from a gap in a nearby tree trunk, plucked the mushroom from the soil and placed it in his red sack and sprang into the air again with a salmon leap all the way back to the village, where he divided the crystalized green between all the towns people. Everyone got a piece and said a funny prayer, hours later the whole village danced in celebration dressed to look like toads, fly's, snakes and mushrooms.
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