Some great nation of cannabis cetaceans
by Steven 'fly agaric 23' Pratt.
In following the trajectory of the war on some people who use some drugs, over the last 20 years, I recently noticed a similar situation to that of the (WOSPWUSD) in the plight of those who wish to recognise a cetacean nation, or some rights and freedoms that humans enjoy.
The strategy for aquiring a kind of nationhood for Dolphins and Whales reflects, to my mind, the on-going battle between medical Marijuana activists and recognition, officially, of the benefits and culture surrounding Marijuana, effectively reversing the current laws and punishments for members of the cannabis community so that they become endowed with a kind of spirit-hood thing, and enjoy protected freedoms to live a proud and fearless life like other minorities or previously oppressed groups such as women, people of colour, homosexuals and a growing list of animals, vegetables and plants, cannabis people strive for at least equal rights and the pursuit of happiness as a Gorilla would!
Jane Goddard seems to me to have kickstarted the quest for individual sovereignty through her work with the United Nations (dometicated primates) and her work with Apes (primates). And, as mentioned above, Dr John Lilly with a host of other scientists, thinkers and imaginative activists have outlined what a sovereign nation for cetaceans might look like, why we should have such a thing, and what we can do, collectively to work towards building and maintaining it.
The cannabis nation also has such outlines and plans, research projects and evidence to put forward their case, but, (rising organ music please) with cannabis there are hundreds of thousands of such data sets pointing towards changes in the forever biased and bloody bigoted laws and punishments handed out to any member of the cannabis nation participating in their non-violent lifestyle e.g; ingesting cannabis in one form or another.
In both cases, however, I come across a similar set of problems and in my humble opinion-- misunderstandings--on behalf of those who fight for such equal rights and government recognition, in the same way other diverse groups are now protected, legalised and left up to their own devices, to the extent that humans are supposed to have irreducible rights based upon finding oneself in a lucky incarnation: that of a sentient human being.
There are many different angles to the cannabis nation argument, and billions of Angels, based upon the wide strata of human culture, not least coming from the artistic and innovative music community world-wide. Whereas, the cetacean nation arguments usually come from a somewhat small and specialised area of scholarly research, although cargo cults often get on board the Dolphin and Whale boat to nationhood, adding a sometimes humorous, sometimes frustrating glossing to the concept of a cetacean nation. In my opinion, it is the definition and evidence amassed by Dr John Lilly in particular that best describes the case for cetacean rights and nationhood on par with that of human beings. Read him!
As any reader of Dr John Lilly may know, he also wrote extensively on altered states of consciousness, cognitive liberty and the therapeutic, neuro-psychological uses of some drugs (in particular Ketamine and LSD). As a scientist, however, John did not follow the slightly more popular legalise cannabis, and other drugs battle in the streets, he rebelled through his research and feedback, both amplifying his brilliance and genius. John made tools and maps to help us navigate psychedelic space that maybe more important today than before based on the similarity between navigating psychedelic space (as defined by Lilly) and navigating cyberspace (as defined by Norbert Weiner and Tim Berners Lee). Cyber = to steer, remember?
Techniques for navigating non-ordinary states of consciousness are very helpful in navigating through the Internet and our hyper-connected futures or science fiction futures as I like to call our multi-dimensional futures.
I imagine a situation where inner space--the world behind our eyelids and the private space of one’s thoughts--spills out and over into outer-space or the human perceived space-time world, via Internet, social networks, web sites, games, movies, music and cyber-culture: the digital universe.
Although this may seem a slight digression from the similarities in the process of recognition of both a cetacean nation and a cannabis people’s nation, the result of some carfeul investigation and a little research into non-ordinary states, reflects the descent or accent, depending how you view the idea of the world and reality made and manipulated primarily by language, to high weirdness!
However, I must add that all this talk of nation-hoods and sovereignty runs contrary to my intuition about how to really solve the big problems of greed driven civilisation, the swelling global village, and a peaceful cooperative future.
I recognised that Buckminster Fuller nailed it when he implied that until the sovereign nations have been de-sovereignized (effectively decentralised) we cannot have open world around trade and balanced communication. I agree whole heatedly, although for the purposes of the arguments above I must drop such a notion, for some great nation of cannabis cetaceans.
--Steve Fly
MURDOCH MAJOR BROWN BUSH THATCHER
MURDOCH MAJOR BROWN BUSH THATCHER
--On the Newscorp Hacking Scandal.
Growing up with the weeds in the UK from 1976-2000, has helped shape my experience and observation concerning the relationships between the gov't, media corporations and their effects upon culture, both my own local culture and--through the emergent technology of the internet-- into other cultures.
Today we are aware, i hope; of the global military industrial agricultural media beast that traverses the planet and beyond,aware of the programing. Healthyly suspecting the borg of modifying their database in favour of profits and a competitive edge rather than precise information, reporting, sharing and honest feedback. The opposite of a scientific approach.
It seems to me in light of the Newscorp hacking scandal that the model of the 'spy' and the spy's cloak and dagger strategy for achieving goals best suits the behaviour and actions of Murdoch, Rebecca Brooks, Hunt and the long list of dirty private investigators, sneaky journalists, colluding police officers and sympathetic double cross politicians.
Due to the incredible influence Rupert Murdoch and his gang have had upon British culture built up by media monopolies on print, radio and TV, the domino effect--back through history-- produces a new Octopus conspiracy, I would say. Many slimy connections and sordid threads that resemble the tentacles of an Octopus, or rather, in fact probably not an Octopus, but something far more terrifying, like some-thing out of a H.P Lovecraft tale.
I imagine some people might think I am simply moaning about some hidden conspiracy that has prevented me from achieving my personal goals and utopian cultural revolutionary ideas, something approaching 'Open Source Democracy' as described by Douglas Rushkoff, or the open society of self owning ones, a miniarchy of those who run their own lives and contribute to the welfare of the tribe. The critical feedback on my experiences living in the UK are vented in hope that somebody else might read me and feel a similar disgust and outrage at how our so called 'leaders' and 'advisors' and even some 'teachers' never once warned us of the sho-nuff on-coming privatization of natural resources, the probable conspiracy between high level officials and simply sold us out, sold our ideas and our youth driven innovations to the highest bidder.
Rupert Murdoch portrays a perfect example of monopolist, greedy pig gangster, and the Newscorp hacking scandal gives us some evidence that the only warnings and echoes of caution, some doubt, healthy skepticism and trace of 'questioning authority, came from the underground arts, the fringe counter-culture, subversive literature, poets, comics, rebels. I noticed even in my generation that for the most part the alternatives to the late capitalist agenda were eclipsed, demonized and co-opted by emerging global corporate beasts like Newscorp.
I'll leave it up to the political commentators to put the political octopus tentacles in place, for a few hints look just look up the transcriptions from the recent Leveson inquiry (25 April 2012) type 'phone hacking scandal' into Youtube, Wikipedia and Google, search, read and use what your mama gave you. See BskyB, Thatcher, the Miners strikes, Faulklands War, IRA, Cold War, Gulf War, Bush Senior, Barbara Bush and her relationship to Aleister Crowley, Hitler’s fake diaries, Invasion of Iraq, Afghanistan and on and on, into the big stinking cess pool filled by historical news scoops of sewage, world events bent squashed and packaged like sausanges for the British state of mind to nibble on, just why is Simon Cowell's media imprint called syco?
I have often said in heated conversation, while pretty stoned that, for me, 1997 marks the year-- if I were to pick one--that my world collapsed and rebuilt itself into a labyrinth of conspiracy, triggered in part by 'D:ream' and their tune 'things can only get better' used by Tony Blair and the New Labour party to win a landslide victory over the Tories. Now, how much influence did the song have, or could that song have had? I presume it had much more influence than we give credit, but I am biased. More on this some other time.
The Australian TV series 'Neighbours' and its twin 'Home and away' and the deadly 'psycho' producers, are equally influential with their media intrusions into my own memories from back in my teen years, and based on the impact they had on those around me, these TV soap shows were a craze for quite a few years, everybody watched daily, and then talked about it like a secret code. (lets not forget ‘Sons and Daughters).
At school, at work and at home, 'Neighbours' and 'Home and Away', filled UK homes with absoloute crap, with the cute characters snatching our consciousness away quickly, totally, in ways that make most so called 'addictive drugs' pale in comparison. And what warning did we get? what models and metaphors were we given to encourage critical thinking on the production of these shows, on the stereotypes and often religious ideologies spun?
The most powerful multi-media industries in the world began a programme of turning screen stars into 'pop' stars, starting with Kylie Minogue, and Danni, Jason Donovan , Natalie Imbruglia, Stefan Dennis, and others, not to mention the theatrical and movie industry boom and their strange favour for second rate, cute actors and actresses from either 'Neighbours' and/or 'Home and away". Why? Insight into the hidden sex status heart throb effect can be found here:
To me, in retrospect, this felt like a simple TV show that I watched a little, and that my friends and family watched too, suddenly spilling out into the record stores, radio air waves and other TV shows, into Hollywood movies, horrific adverts and international theatre tours like a science fiction inspired self-duplicating ooze.
It felt weird, and still plays on my mind in the night, along with all my memories of engaging with TV land from the years 1985-2000. How much did the TV and the print, radio and film media influence us back then? how and what did we do and think as a result of whatever 'programing' we happened to be in the firing line of? Who warned us of the EFFECTS of media, of monopoly on information and heaven forbid--banking scandals--con-men and con-women, fakes, hoaxes and tricks of the hand? who could have known?
I call for more open collaborative investigations into TV programing and other media monopolies on thinking broadcast throughout the 1990's, and to what extent money and profits and the ideologies of the likes of Rupert Murdoch were beamed into our minds, bodies and spirit? Please take a look at the ideas of Marshall McLuhan, Robert Anton Wilson and Cory Doctorow, John Perry Barlow and Tim B. Lee.
Here, now, we can awake from the media-sleep and see through the mask, for once and for all, re-writing our creative memories of media ooze with knowledge and evidence for fakery, hoaxing and deception, so, at the least leading us to look deeper and pay more attention to things, question everything, find your own 'rightness' and 'balance' and then, bounce it off those around you, and build a new history together where the forces of darkness and bullying can be excommunicated through knowledge and replaced with a new poetry.
Build the past, present and future all-at-once. Out with the old and in with the new, a media exorcism 2012. May those demons and bad spirits who have stifled and blocked our collective creativity, also become stifled and blocked, may the greedy creeps reap what they sew.
--On the Newscorp Hacking Scandal.
Growing up with the weeds in the UK from 1976-2000, has helped shape my experience and observation concerning the relationships between the gov't, media corporations and their effects upon culture, both my own local culture and--through the emergent technology of the internet-- into other cultures.
Today we are aware, i hope; of the global military industrial agricultural media beast that traverses the planet and beyond,aware of the programing. Healthyly suspecting the borg of modifying their database in favour of profits and a competitive edge rather than precise information, reporting, sharing and honest feedback. The opposite of a scientific approach.
It seems to me in light of the Newscorp hacking scandal that the model of the 'spy' and the spy's cloak and dagger strategy for achieving goals best suits the behaviour and actions of Murdoch, Rebecca Brooks, Hunt and the long list of dirty private investigators, sneaky journalists, colluding police officers and sympathetic double cross politicians.
"I am not saying its wrong, I am saying its the wrong interpretation of what I said."-- Rupert Murdoch, April 25th 2012
Due to the incredible influence Rupert Murdoch and his gang have had upon British culture built up by media monopolies on print, radio and TV, the domino effect--back through history-- produces a new Octopus conspiracy, I would say. Many slimy connections and sordid threads that resemble the tentacles of an Octopus, or rather, in fact probably not an Octopus, but something far more terrifying, like some-thing out of a H.P Lovecraft tale.
I imagine some people might think I am simply moaning about some hidden conspiracy that has prevented me from achieving my personal goals and utopian cultural revolutionary ideas, something approaching 'Open Source Democracy' as described by Douglas Rushkoff, or the open society of self owning ones, a miniarchy of those who run their own lives and contribute to the welfare of the tribe. The critical feedback on my experiences living in the UK are vented in hope that somebody else might read me and feel a similar disgust and outrage at how our so called 'leaders' and 'advisors' and even some 'teachers' never once warned us of the sho-nuff on-coming privatization of natural resources, the probable conspiracy between high level officials and simply sold us out, sold our ideas and our youth driven innovations to the highest bidder.
Rupert Murdoch portrays a perfect example of monopolist, greedy pig gangster, and the Newscorp hacking scandal gives us some evidence that the only warnings and echoes of caution, some doubt, healthy skepticism and trace of 'questioning authority, came from the underground arts, the fringe counter-culture, subversive literature, poets, comics, rebels. I noticed even in my generation that for the most part the alternatives to the late capitalist agenda were eclipsed, demonized and co-opted by emerging global corporate beasts like Newscorp.
"If I said that, it was the effect of alchohol"--Rupert Murdoch, April 25th 2012.
I'll leave it up to the political commentators to put the political octopus tentacles in place, for a few hints look just look up the transcriptions from the recent Leveson inquiry (25 April 2012) type 'phone hacking scandal' into Youtube, Wikipedia and Google, search, read and use what your mama gave you. See BskyB, Thatcher, the Miners strikes, Faulklands War, IRA, Cold War, Gulf War, Bush Senior, Barbara Bush and her relationship to Aleister Crowley, Hitler’s fake diaries, Invasion of Iraq, Afghanistan and on and on, into the big stinking cess pool filled by historical news scoops of sewage, world events bent squashed and packaged like sausanges for the British state of mind to nibble on, just why is Simon Cowell's media imprint called syco?
"This deal lasted until Cowell persuaded Rupert Murdoch's Fox network to allow him to quit Idol and launch The X Factor in the US. The X Factor USA was outrated by American Idol last year, but has been commissioned for a second series.--http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2012/apr/18/simon-cowell-biographer-access
I have often said in heated conversation, while pretty stoned that, for me, 1997 marks the year-- if I were to pick one--that my world collapsed and rebuilt itself into a labyrinth of conspiracy, triggered in part by 'D:ream' and their tune 'things can only get better' used by Tony Blair and the New Labour party to win a landslide victory over the Tories. Now, how much influence did the song have, or could that song have had? I presume it had much more influence than we give credit, but I am biased. More on this some other time.
The Australian TV series 'Neighbours' and its twin 'Home and away' and the deadly 'psycho' producers, are equally influential with their media intrusions into my own memories from back in my teen years, and based on the impact they had on those around me, these TV soap shows were a craze for quite a few years, everybody watched daily, and then talked about it like a secret code. (lets not forget ‘Sons and Daughters).
At school, at work and at home, 'Neighbours' and 'Home and Away', filled UK homes with absoloute crap, with the cute characters snatching our consciousness away quickly, totally, in ways that make most so called 'addictive drugs' pale in comparison. And what warning did we get? what models and metaphors were we given to encourage critical thinking on the production of these shows, on the stereotypes and often religious ideologies spun?
The most powerful multi-media industries in the world began a programme of turning screen stars into 'pop' stars, starting with Kylie Minogue, and Danni, Jason Donovan , Natalie Imbruglia, Stefan Dennis, and others, not to mention the theatrical and movie industry boom and their strange favour for second rate, cute actors and actresses from either 'Neighbours' and/or 'Home and away". Why? Insight into the hidden sex status heart throb effect can be found here:
“FremantleMedia, Ltd. is the content and production division of Bertelsmann's RTL Group, Europe's largest TV, radio, and production company. Its world headquarters are located in London.”-- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FremantleMedia
To me, in retrospect, this felt like a simple TV show that I watched a little, and that my friends and family watched too, suddenly spilling out into the record stores, radio air waves and other TV shows, into Hollywood movies, horrific adverts and international theatre tours like a science fiction inspired self-duplicating ooze.
It felt weird, and still plays on my mind in the night, along with all my memories of engaging with TV land from the years 1985-2000. How much did the TV and the print, radio and film media influence us back then? how and what did we do and think as a result of whatever 'programing' we happened to be in the firing line of? Who warned us of the EFFECTS of media, of monopoly on information and heaven forbid--banking scandals--con-men and con-women, fakes, hoaxes and tricks of the hand? who could have known?
I call for more open collaborative investigations into TV programing and other media monopolies on thinking broadcast throughout the 1990's, and to what extent money and profits and the ideologies of the likes of Rupert Murdoch were beamed into our minds, bodies and spirit? Please take a look at the ideas of Marshall McLuhan, Robert Anton Wilson and Cory Doctorow, John Perry Barlow and Tim B. Lee.
"I don't believe in hacking"--Rupert Murdoch. April 25th 2012.
Here, now, we can awake from the media-sleep and see through the mask, for once and for all, re-writing our creative memories of media ooze with knowledge and evidence for fakery, hoaxing and deception, so, at the least leading us to look deeper and pay more attention to things, question everything, find your own 'rightness' and 'balance' and then, bounce it off those around you, and build a new history together where the forces of darkness and bullying can be excommunicated through knowledge and replaced with a new poetry.
Build the past, present and future all-at-once. Out with the old and in with the new, a media exorcism 2012. May those demons and bad spirits who have stifled and blocked our collective creativity, also become stifled and blocked, may the greedy creeps reap what they sew.
"Cowell is a supporter of the Conservative Party. In 2010, Cowell endorsed David Cameron to be Prime Minister and claimed that he has the 'substance and the stomach to navigate us through difficult times'.[81] In the aftermath of the election, it was reported that he had fallen out with fellow X Factor judge Cheryl Cole (who had declared her support for Labour and Gordon Brown) in a telephone conversation about politics.--http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_Cowell
THE MULTI STORY BARD BARK (a short multi story)
I promised my friends and myself that I would write a multi-story about the multi-story car park in Stourbridge that is scheduled to be demolished today (April 1st, 2012). So here is a first draft, its pretty RAW will undergo editing at a later date.
Enoy, and please feel free to feed back as you see fit. (the original idea was a multi authored story, so if anyone wants to pick up a thread, please do). Maybe somebody from Stourbridge will get a hold of this a print it out and give it out to some locals, feel free my friends, Love, steve fly
THE MULTI STORY BARD BARK. (first draft)
by Steven James Pratt, 1st April 2012.
(Any names, events, or places that are similar by name, event or by places--existing in the real universe outside of this story--is purely and totally coincidental. It is, in fact, the wishes of the author to make fiction from the imagination and raw material of experience.)
The RACE day
A large group of people had gathered atop of the car park with a wide selection of wheeled vehicles about to embark on the well-travelled voyage down the ramps to the bottom, but today was a special day, the annual multi story car park rally.
With sponsorship from a number of locally independent brewers and horticulturalists the event boasted safety wardens, repairmen, judges and prizes for the winners. The event was broken up into 6 heats, a semi-final, quarter-final and final, with over 30 competitors in all. The event had attracted attention from the local news and print media along with the police and a couple of crazy poets with attitude.
A small Tescno canon fired from out of a shopping trolley to signify the start of the race, and a stretch of recycled Tesco bags provided the material for the finish line. Alike the London marathon many competitors dressed up in fancy dress and built customized vehicles with aesthetics and look in mind, as well as performance, a wacky races indeed.
Here is a list of some of the racers and their vehicles from the fastest heats so far: Steve and his hobbyhorse trolley, Nick and his Roller Bin, Dave and his modified skateboard, Dean and his sidecar, Scot and his wheeled snowboard, Sarah and her bicycle, Kevin and his space tractor, Paul and his fishtank tank on wheels, Andy on his boat bike, Mick and his jolly trolley racer, Adam and his cow cart, Nell and his fire engine, Jenny and her azzy powered cart, Emily and her Sex Cripple sled, Simon and his wheeled suit case, jimmy, and his tricycle racer, Bobby and his pogo-stick.
The semi-final race turned out to be one of the best remembered and closest of all races that day, here’s what a local poet threw up onto a page at the race, after a drunken night at a pole dancing club.
Nick and Scot were first off the mark leaving Sarah and Andy close behind, Nick’s roller-bin cornered remarkable well considering its shape, and Nick obviously knew the racing line and had the extra determination and racing spirit, which half way down the car park just slightly edged scot and his wheeled snowboard aside, putting his in the lead going into the final four corners.
The crowd noise was loud and wild, spectators wearing fancy dress egged on the racers like in the ‘Tour De France’ with some hilarious scenes, such as Sponge Bob Pete running alongside Bob's yellow lawnmower, and then tripping up proper, resulting in Andy’s boat bike hitting him and sending both parties into a heap of Bob, thankfully unharmed and easily the stars of that particular race, at least with the spectators who pissed themselves laffin'
Sarah’s bicycle was made to look like it was built from wood whereas in fact it was a traditional steel frame, painted and re-modelled to appear like wood, it was pretty fast but made it very difficult to turn quickly and pass other racers. However Sarah managed to pass Andy on the last corner and gain a quarter final place.
The race for first place saw scotty pulling Nick’s roller-bin by the handle and managing to pip him on the post, however due to this semi illegal move, and according the judges multi-story car park rally rule book 2000 A.D, Scot was disqualified and so Nick went through to the finals by default, his smile was as large as the viaduct.
The finals were held on a Friday evening, some strong spot-lights had been added which increased the tension among the racers, and with 300 Pounds prize money for the winner the pressure was building like a fart inside an evelope.
The finalists were Emily and Nick, Emily was riding on what she called her sex-cripple sled, and Nick was once more on his wheely bin. Both contraptions were heavily customized and almost unrecognizable from their former life, between the sponsors logos and personal messages in the rallying tradition and the new decorative racing suits worn by both racers, you might have thought they were formula one competitor’s, with a stronger sense for taste and humour.
The trolley cannon fired and the crippled sled just about got a nose ahead of Nick, maybe due to the longer vehicle, but into the first corner Nick already clawed back into the lead with a nudge on Emily and her sled, that put her off the racing line, she raised a middle finger and cursed her competition.
A bunch of young skateboarding punks who had claimed the Multi-story as their own with the help of a local councillor had made a special banner with the stylized words that read: “SOS: Save our Skate-park (from the Capitalist Tesco Devils)”. The banner caught Nicks eye as he whizzed past and caused him to wobble a touch when going into the third corner, at which point Emily regained the lead with a fantastic sliding pass, preserved in a photograph, now legendary taken by a very well dressed man in a trilby hat.
Entering the final corner in her sex-cripple sled, Emily let go of the steering wheel and punched the air for the hundreds of fans and supporters gathered near the finish line, as she reached up in the air Nick launched into a final spurt, ducking his head down to increase the aerodynamic flow of his vehicle, he shot forward edging neck and neck with Emily, who gasped with surprise at his unexpected last minute surge for the win.
Another memorable photograph captures the looks on the racers faces looking at each other as they pass the finish line together. After a few minutes deliberation and comparing of photos of the ‘photo finish’ it was decided that Nick was just a hairs knacker behind Emily, now the 2001 Multi-story rally champion.
Suddenly a bombardment of water bombs rained down off the top of the car park onto those below, then a shopping trolley was thrown off the top that left a local M.P critically injured when it struck her while she tried to shut down the races. Later it turned out the trolley was thrown by a rival M.P which just goes to show how politics is really a blood sport carried out by psychopaths and general wrong-doers.
PART 1 (12 years later)
Last night my friend Rice and I were both feeling pretty restless while waiting for some weed to arrive, twiddling our thumbs, when Joe said, let’s go down to the multi-story and get something going. Come on Rice, tonight’s the night, tonight’s the night, maybe the last one for 25 P beers, and 1 pound 69 p cider providers. Cheers on toast bro’
--Alright Joe, let’s go get em’.
We blacked up in our Ninja suits and set out the door with a night vision camera, a black bag of stainless tools and some gold spray paint. We arrived at the scene of the demolishment from out of the housing estate opposite, pausing behind a speed camera box before sprinting across the road up to the metal fence.
--Look, them crafty bastards have installed cameras all around the perimeter, Joe said, if we is gonna’ get in there we must be over that fence as fast as a cat running from a pellet gun.
--So on three, I said, shaking from a little nervous pang burrowing into my guts. A feeling I had felt before when breaking and entering, painting trains, robbing banks and crossing international boarders without the correct papers.
--Three!
And we hoisted ourselves up over the fence and dropped the other side into a pile of concrete and metal supports that looked like a large slabs of nugget fudge pierced by mint chocolate matchsticks. We scuttled off into the crumbling 8 story car park with our night vision goggles that Joe had nicked from his uncle Charles who was currently in the Royal Marines.
--Let’s have a look at the stair well, Joe said, maybe we can get up to the top that way rather than walking the route that the vehicles take, what do you think mate. Joe paused and then stopped walking, his attention shifted to a square man-hole cover next to what looked like a man hole.
--Hey Rice, looky what we have here, a god damned man hole hidden beneath the first layer of tarmac, I reckon we should take a peak. Joe said, alreading on his knees peering down into the hole.
--I dunno Joe, maybe we should drop our pieces first and investigate this hole afterwards I said.
And with that we prepared two large areas of wall with some white primer and threw up our latest ideogrammic equations over the next 40 odd minutes after which we rolled a nice joint and photographed the room with the new decorations that together elucidated the cosmological constant first intuited by Einstein himself, fulfilling their general guiding principle: Language versus the equation.
After sharing a pretty strong joint they packed up their cans neatly and moved back to where the hole descended into the floor. Joe looked at me, smiled and then clambered feet first down into the top rim of the hole, dangling his feet below trying to find some support.
--Yep, there’s something here Rice, another step or something, maybe we should drop an illuminated glow-stick down here and get a better idea of how far it goes down.
Rice cracked a glow-stick open and dropped it into the hole, they both watched it fall for about 20 seconds before it stopped at the bottom, or got tangled up in something. Pretty deep, I said, this looks like a proper entry to the sewer system I reckon, let’s get down there.
I climbed down after Joe and we descended the metal ladder into the dark damp silence, my heart racing like the clappers.
Roughly 20 meters down the hole there was another large pipe with some wool hanging from its sharp rusty edges, we stepped into the pipe and moved down towards a light source someway in the distance.
--We must have been walking about 50 meters by now, I guess, which would put us roughly under the Crystal leisure centre. Yeah that must be the source of the light source ahead, I said.
We came to another opening that led up a large stone step into a room from where voices could be heard. Men and women’s voices in what sounded to me like a jolly mood. We paused for a moment and looked at each other with a terrified stare, eyes white, skin pale.
--Shall we enter like we were invited then? I asked. Um, yeah, good plan man, Rice said. But maybe we’ll be getting into trouble for nothing, I said with second thoughts. First thought best thought, Rice said while pushing the door open.
PART 2.
Rice and I entered a large cold chamber area and we both shrieked aloud at what we saw going on before our eyes, two muscle men had a small lamb chained to a bridge suspended about 6 feet off the ground while a tall blonde women held a bejewelled dagger above her head seemingly about to sacrifice the lamb. She turned and looked at us as we entered, mouth agape, eyes alight with mania.
--Welcome young boys, please, take a seat over here behind the old bridge and please stay quiet, anymore sudden sounds and the lamb may choke herself to death before we get the damn thing right, so...the lady said, turning back to the lamb and raising the dagger above her head once more.
--Yes, I said, and we both sat down next to some other cloaked figures all in black and of both sexes by the look of the bulges poking out from their cloaks.
--Cloak and dagger, Rice said as he winked at me and smiled, I think we are in the shit bruv, we stumbled into some underground business ceremony and initiation. I bet this is some Tesco initiation, I said.
--Yeah, this looks like what my mate Rob once claimed was going on inside the car park on special days of the year, usually the equinox’s and summer and winter Solstice. This is just like how he described it. A Sacrificial lamb, a dagger and a bunch of men in dresses.
I stopped speaking when I noticed the female with the dagger had a tale trailing out from her robe, and a reptilian looking tale at that. I nudged Rice and pointed with my eyes, wide open, blinking and nodding to him. This is like David Icke's wet dream, i thought to myself.
--Jesus Christ, Rice exclaimed, and as he spoke the dagger slit the lambs throat and a torrent of blood began oozing out into a small golden bowl as the lamb wriggled and shook with jerky movements for about a minute.
The blonde lady then picked up the bowl of lambs blood and added an unknown white substance, next, she turned and acknowledged the four cardinal directions, waved her hands in the air and intoned something that sounded to me like a cross between Latin, German and Pakistani languages. A strange and eerie angry sound to my ears, just right for an initiation ritual I thought,
--and now we drink, the priestess said.
--Cheers, Rice said as he took a deep swig of the warm fresh blood, swallowed, squinted his eyes, smiled and passed the bowl to me as if this was a regular activity for him, for a split second I thought I have been hoodwinked into climbing down here and Rice was already one of them, whoever they were. Reptilian tesco's shapeshifters.
I tipped my head back and in classic style took a large quantity down the wrong hole, instantly I started coughing out a portion of the blood leaving specks all over the priestess and the chequered floor. She stopped abruptly before moving onto the next in line and uttered, silly boy, you must hold it down lad, are you stupid or something now you have lambs blood up your nose don’t you. It was at that moment I noticed her pointed ears and that she was in fact wearing a wig, images from the book and movie 'Witches' by Ronnie Doll crept into my hiphopcampus and scared me.
PART 3.
The charges had been set, all the sewer pipes blocked and the water mains switched off, the gas and electric suppliers had stopped all services to the Multi Story, Ken the fat foreman on the demolition job had checked his check list again due to the fact that he had recalled a dream from the night before in which he was constantly calling up the Gas company office where his wife worked, asking them why they had not yet turned off the gas, over and over again he saw this scenario play out in his dream, and responsibly acted on that dream.
--All good Dave, just need to get the go ahead plot from the Fire and Police services and our friends running the security drill from old Kroll associates, you know George and his mates, and so we’ll soon hit the plunger and detonate this concrete son-of-a-bitch.
One fat red faced member of the American based Kroll group was still inside the building analysing each charge that had been set, ticking them off on his check list. He knelt down to the ground and placed his check by the base of a large concrete pillar and heard a noise, it was a voice seemingly coming from below his feet, he stopped, smiled and walked on to the exit, calling back to Ken the foreman--all clear, he said.
--Check, Dave said as he closed his phone; this is it fellas', we are on schedule, it's 9.56 and the explosives are set and checked, and triple checked again, here we go, here we go, here we, here we go!
Simon Cowell stepped out of his trailer wearing a special combat suit and sparkling Michael Jackson inspired silver gloves, he shuffled over to the control vehicle and entered the red zone where the detonation plunger awaited him beyond the red tape and scissors.
--Hey Simon, I love you, I want your children, shouted a middle aged man holding hands with his wife, can you sign my Mr Blobby single please I just love you Si, please please, oh thankyou Jesus.
Simon turned and looked at the balding fat bloke and his pretty fat, pretty greasy looking wife and grimaced, stared out into space for 10 seconds and then stepped back out of the trailor towards the couple who were standing with thousands of other explosives fanatics behind the corded off area, holding a big black pen in one hand and an I-phone in the other.
--Give it hear you fat bastard, he said, watching his wife’s eyes light up to a bit of verbal abuse.
--Give us a good blow job then Simon, she said, laughing already at Simon’s face as it turned from a happy puppy to an angry dog. Motherfuckers, Simon said under his breath, tossing the Mr Blobby 7 inch single way too far into the crowd for the couple to grab. Jump you fucking retards, he said, Jump Jump Jump.
Simon stepped to the detonator and put on his fake cheesy smile as he wrapped his glittery gloves around the plunger in true wanker style.
--God save Tesco’s and the supermarket industry of this great nation, may god bless all who shop in her.
He pushed down the plunger, and at first nothing happened as if the charges had failed to fire. Then an almighty bang surged through the air, smoke, glass, debris and dust flew after it.
--For crying out loud, what the fuck was that? Dave shouted, still holding his hands over his ears and kneeling down in an emergency crash position. Holy shit.
There was an unexpected silence as the dust setled, everybody looked dazed and confused from the sound of the blast alone, staggering around like some of the survivors of the 911 detonation, or like Japanese Butoh dancers without the rags. Car sirens belted across the town in synchrony as if King Kong had took a massive dump creating an mini-earthquake.
Slowly and unbelievably to the onlookers and demolishment experts the structure of the multi-story car park was still visible to them, but, the rest of their surrounding town had been dramatically altered. Flatted, blew up, totally fucked up beyond all recognition.
--Holy mother of God, what have we done, Simon Cowell said, equally bewildered and shocked at what happened.
--What have you done, Simon! it looks to me like you blew shit out of every other building in town but the Multi Story car park that we supposed to have levelled, how on earth, Dave said, scratching his head which was still resonating with the blast of the after shock like a full force hangover from cheap Gin.
Then the emergency sirens started and the scale of the fuck-up could be seen, 12 buildings had fallen down which surrounded the intended one to be grounded, 6 of those had people inside and 13 of those people were injured due to flying debris and smoke inhalation. Remarkably nobody lost their life that day, well, that’s not really true, somebody did die that day, but the case is on-going, and the cause of death still under revision. Homicide or suicide?
2 hours after the explosion Simon Cowell was half way back to London for his group shot together with Mickey Mouse and Mr Blobby, who had teamed up on a new hit single called Blobby Mouse Music all night long. Yet at the site of the detonation disaster the real action was only just getting started, what happened next changed the day’s proceedings from strange to the damned right bizzare, I still can't believe what's happening now.
PART 4.
Some little chav’ joker, or skater-punk must have thought it would be funny to erect the American flag in the rubble beside the car park to give the impression that this was our local 911 attack, which would have worked out for the kid had he not tripped and twisted his ankle on his way out of the rubble and wound up squirming in the concrete and mangled metal like some injured animal by the roadside, needless to say, the security got to him and carried him away for questioning, a few beatings and a place on the criminal DNA database.
Once more from somewhere deep down in the earth an explosion could be felt which was at least 3 hours after the main mega-blast. Many people scattered like cockroaches in a panic believing this to be yet another demolition explosion, which it was, but true and in resonance with their perceptions it was way way down beneath the earth.
Then all-of-a-sudden the car park site cracked and fell through the floor and continued falling down one floor after another until the building was at least 50 stories under the ground, but nobody was looking at the shitty concrete rubble anymore, they were transfixed by something else, something beautiful and enchanting.
--Mary mother of Christ, it’s a fucking underground base, I knew they were breeding aliens in this town, I just knew it, look, LOOOOOOK! A kid shouted peering over the edge of the hole, pointing and wiggling his finger.
The American Kroll associate was already parasailing head first down the hole, followed by a group of cloaked individuals who came running out of a house situated close by. As they flew off the edge like base-jumpers into the hole some people started cheering, as if some sporting event was underway, yet, in fact these were not the people to be cheering, I tell you now. If only they public knew how despicable and evil their plan was, how they wished to destroy whats left of the town, and all who live there, leaving only a Tesco super village centre run by robots and automated intelligence systems designed by BAE systems, Northrop Gunman, Lucent technologies and Raytheon, all technologies which proved very effective at every task they were programmed to carry out.
The machines were indeed efficient but leaving the local people to roam around the streets like zombies, unable to comprehend the speed and efficiency these machines were capable of when programed to put the middle classes out of work and the means to productivity. However, the means to communication could not be upsurped in the same way.
--Rice, Rice, wake up mate, are you OK. I said, grabbing his arm in the pitch darkness. Yes, yes, fine, but those poor motherfuckers up there are going to be in a world of shit if we let this just roll along like a hollywood movie plot, or some weird short story that lacks any hero or a happy ending, Screw that, I ain't going out like that, I ain't going out! Rice pontificated.
The pipe we were sitting in was about half way between the lip of the hole and the top of the building that had just fallen in. A fat rat came scuttling by and leapt off the end of the pipe onto one of the parasailing ropes and ran straight down towards the concrete jungle below.
--I guess that’s the way to do it bruv’ Rice said while he also gripped the rope and started to slide down after the rat, come on Kinch, he said, and so I followed him down towards the glowing emerald lights and a low hum of engines or of air conditioning or of bass heavy ambient music, I couldn’t decipher which.
Upon reaching the bottom I looked back up and noticed another gang of cloaked weirdo’s descending down the line after us, a terrible sight as they were carrying swords and knives, gleaming in slice of light breaking on through from the hole.
--Go, go, go, I said.
to be continued....
--Steven James Pratt, 1st April 2012.
http://www.expressandstar.com/news/2012/03/30/landmark-car-park-due-for-demolition/
"With Stourbridge Lib Dem politician Chris Bramall, saying: “It will be so sad to see the end of ramparts - at least it will go out with a bang.”
http://www.stourbridgenews.co.uk/news/9617999.Skaters_set_to_mourn_multi_storey_wipeout/
River Stour Letter Peck
A collection of like minded individuals from 'in and around' the Black Country area of the West Midlands, in the UK, took to the banks and surrounding lands of the River Stour to liiter pick and access the environmental IMPACT required to clean up the stour.
Sunday, March 25th, 2012
All video, photo and audio compiled by Fly Agaric 23.
Audio: Elixerville 2006.
FLY BY NIGHT WITH STEVE THE FLY 04
Fly By Night with Steve The Fly 04
Posted in: Fly By Night, Radio Free Amsterdam, Steve Fly
The Fly is finishing up the night at the Café Belgique with music by Art Blakey, Otis Rush, Tribe, Shuggie Otis, Lee Perry & Adrian Sherwood, Slayer, Junior Wells, Otis Rush, Miles Davis, John Sinclair & Ed Moss, Magic Sam, and Brother Jack McDuff.
The John Sinclair Foundation Presents
FLY BY NIGHT WITH STEVE THE FLY 04
Café Belgique, Amsterdam, January 20, 2012 [FA-0004]
[01] Art Blakey: Oscalypso
[02] Otis Rush: Working Man
[03] Tribe: A New Day
[04] Shuggie Otis: Freedom Flight
[05] Lee Perry & Adrian Sherwood: Wake Up Call
[06] Slayer: Reigning Blood
[07] Junior Wells: Early In The Morning
[08] Otis Rush: All Your Love
[09] Miles Davis: Excerpt
[10] John Sinclair with Ed Moss & the Society Jazz Orchestra: Steps > Spectrum > LUYAH! The Glorious Step
[12] Magic Sam: Everything Gonna Be Alright
[13] Closing Music: Brother Jack McDuff: Goodnight, It’s Time To Go
A JOINT PRODUCTION
Produced by Steve “Fly” Pratt for Radio Free Amsterdam
Edited, assembled & annotated by John Sinclair
Executive Producer: Sidney Daniels
Sponsored by Ceres Seeds & The Hempshopper, Amsterdam
© 2012 Steve Pratt & The John Sinclair Foundation
http://www.radiofreeamsterdam.com/fly-by-night-with-steve-the-fly-04/
Dialectics of Liberation Preview
This is a compellation of excerpts from a conference titled:
"Dialectics of Liberation"
The conference took place in London in July 1967.
More videos from the two weeks conference will be published on line soon.
Breathin' Air with Howard Marks & John Sinclair.mov
For the first time in front of a live audience, living legends John Sinclair (American political activist, poet & former manager of MC5) and Howard Marks (best-selling author, former international drug trafficker and all round roguish charmer) will be teaming up to share their fascinating and, at times, truly incredible stories with each other.
The two veteran raconteurs will delve into the haze of their era-shaping pasts, as Howard, a vigorous advocate for the legalisation of recreational drugs interviews John about his own lifelong activism and how he became a figurehead for counterculture the world over. From John's recent involvement with Meltdown festival curated by Massive Attack and the launch of the Music is Revolution Foundation, to reflecting upon his part in founding the revolutionary White Panther Party, managing the MC5 and sparking the legendary 1971 "John Sinclair Freedom Rally" you'll see why it's not just anybody who could have inspired John Lennon to write a song about him!
This unique opportunity to share the experiences of an outlaw icon who knows what it means to stand up for what you believe in will reveal just what life is like campaigning for social justice and speaking out against an oppressive establishment and the price at which that comes.
Breathin' Air with Howard Marks and John Sinclair will be a trip you won't forget!
Fly By Night with Steve The Fly 01
Fly By Night with Steve The Fly 01
Posted in: Fly By Night, Radio Free Amsterdam
The John Sinclair Foundation Presents
FLY BY NIGHT WITH STEVE THE FLY 01
Café Belgique, Amsterdam, January 20, 2012 [FA-0001]
DJ Steve The Fly spinning at the Café Belgique in Amsterdam on the night of January 20, 2012…Part One.
FLY BY NIGHT 01
[01] Ras G & the Afrikan Space Program > Old Fashioned Disc Jockey
[02] Junior Wells: Snatch It Back & Hold It
[03] Otis Rush: Can’t Wait No Longer
[04] Sonny Boy Williamson: Keep It To Yourself
[05] The Larks: Fattening Frogs For Snakes
[06] Lowell Fulson: You Got To Do Me Right
[07] Magic Sam: Same Old Blues
[08] Junior Wells: Somebody Done Hoodooed the Hoodoo Man
[09] Sonny Boy Williamson: Don’t Lose Your Eye
[10] Shuggie Otis: One Day At A Time
[11] Horace Andy: Angel Dub
[12] Lee Perry & Adrian Sherwood: Yellow Fever
[13] Mad Professor:
[14] Thelonious Monk Quartet: Rhythm-A-Ning
[15] Tribe: Beneficient
[16] James Brown: Man In The Mirror
[17] Tribe: Space II
[18] The Meters: Just Kissed My Baby
[19] Closing Music: Tribe: Son Of Tribe
A JOINT PRODUCTION
Produced & recorded by Steve “Fly” Pratt for Radio Free Amsterdam
Edited, assembled & annotated by John Sinclair
Executive Producer: Sidney Daniels
Sponsored by Ceres Seeds & The Hempshopper, Amsterdam
© 2012 Steve Pratt. Used with oermission.
http://www.radiofreeamsterdam.com/fly-by-night-with-steve-the-fly-01/
A Response to some current events (Sopa, wikileaks, Joyce, Pipa)
A Response to some current events.
A Joke for January 2012:
“What are you in for, buddy?” said the Bad Bwoy
“I got drunk and drove my car into a breast implant centre, killing two pedestrians and injuring six women because my wife planned to have em’ removed, i got 4 years.” Pipa replied... “what are you in for?”
“I shared the biggest ever batch of classified documents about the inner workings of global governments, corporations and banks, I just got out of the hole where they mentally tortured me. I'm in for life, me.” said the Bad Bwoy.
“And you, hey, you, what you in for kid?” Pipa asked the third prisoner.
“I downloaded the complete Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings and Star Wars movies for my grandma, I got five years”
“What!”
Joyce and Pipa
While the copyright on the major works of the Irish Genius James Joyce expired on the 1st January 2012, moving them into the public domain, to my delight, the rest of the world’s literature, film, music, arts and business are threatened by Sopa and Pipa, exaggerated draconian laws which like most bad policy, in fact, work to increase the confusion and do little to curb the problem. I wonder...is Joyce having the last laugh at us all stumbling around within the English language networks and webs, meanwhile, surrounded by the cloaking tech-cloud of all languages, translation tools, and nearly all combinations of languages and possible phrases, slang and everything under the sun, together swirling around in cyberspace, copying itself into a giant bubbling soup, our internet, like Joyce’s Wakean ‘nat’ language, seeking replication and interuption, new combinations.
Tony Bliar: Sports Chimp
I saw that old cheating chimp Tony Blair in a disgusting news item from the even more disgusting, to me, Time magazine reporting his sport campaign that got me hopping mad there for a few minutes yesterday (Jan. 18th) but soon, I realized, he’s not worth shedding many finger strokes over is he? (do I look bovverd?) so I skip the two-faced Bush puppy, war monger-lyer, and move on...Name calling always feels better while typing than reading afterwards.
Faith-Based
Many words have been shed on the general troubles in the middle East, Egypt, Iran, Iraq, Syria, Libya, Afghanistan. It's complex, I can say that much. Yet I would repeat here my shared hope, somewhat riffing on something I heard from uncle Bob once, the general idea that if all sides in these conflicts were to drop their conflicting--equal and opposite religious faith--which tells them that they and they’re group, party, or nation, whatever and only they’re group, party or nation, whatever; know the divine holy truth, then, maybe, some progress might be made in sharing the abundance of resources surrounding them.
Negotiating towards making global trade, shared resources, without being dictated too based upon some out-of-date scripture or totalitarian spy state system that embodies similar religious 'faith based' ideology, such as: trust in your government and one nation under surveilance. O.K
The problem of faith-based government, meanwhile, gestates in the west causing equal havoc and confusion. Not checking the facts for yourself can leave you with piles of useless, empty bonds, useless laws and law enforcement and, a self-destructive industry built upon munitions, warfare and what Bucky Fuller aptly calls ‘Killingry’. Wake up, think for yourself, stop the war, stop the cuts.
Rupert Sopadoch
That of all the scum bags to come out in support of the ‘Stop Online Piracy Act’ Rupert Murdoch crawled out from a stone and said (tweeted?) something uninformed and typically volatile on the issue, how do these damn papers and news websites publish his words without reminding us of the recent Newscorp Phone Hacking Scandal? How contradictory his words seem, to me, in the light of facts about that case.
I implore my readers and friends to boycott the entertainment industry as far as the super majors are concerned, and at your own discretion, but, please be conscious of the fact that when you buy movie tickets, and DVD’s and CD’s from the Major labels and production factories your supporting them and their ilk, you are what you buy into, Food, clothing, drinks, music, entertainment, everything you interact with. Nobody is perfect, but make an effort to think. A new war sounds like fighting talk, but a war metaphor is invoked here, this war, to me, started when entertainment industry stared ‘fattening frogs for snakes’ as the saying goes.
(slight rant) It started, I reckon, when the no-playing motherfuckers in the entertainment business started war/relations with those who challenged they’re authority, the content providers, and so begun signing artists and projects based upon they’re commercial viability opposed to artistic merit (e.g see the latest incarnation: Simon Cowell) and openly attacking any and all alternative entertainment culture (see counter counter-culture history) eventually co-opting them to jive with the slick super-global corporate model, presenting watered down snips trickled out to specific segments of the public in pre-meditated programming, interspersed with adverts and flashy edits, censors and any whims of whoever holds the money, at least, thas' I see it, after this recent Sopa/Pipa malarchy and the Hollywood, Pop Music industry and Book publishing house support for an incredibly ill thought out and dangerous set of new laws.
A Joke for January 2012:
“What are you in for, buddy?” said the Bad Bwoy
“I got drunk and drove my car into a breast implant centre, killing two pedestrians and injuring six women because my wife planned to have em’ removed, i got 4 years.” Pipa replied... “what are you in for?”
“I shared the biggest ever batch of classified documents about the inner workings of global governments, corporations and banks, I just got out of the hole where they mentally tortured me. I'm in for life, me.” said the Bad Bwoy.
“And you, hey, you, what you in for kid?” Pipa asked the third prisoner.
“I downloaded the complete Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings and Star Wars movies for my grandma, I got five years”
“What!”
Joyce and Pipa
While the copyright on the major works of the Irish Genius James Joyce expired on the 1st January 2012, moving them into the public domain, to my delight, the rest of the world’s literature, film, music, arts and business are threatened by Sopa and Pipa, exaggerated draconian laws which like most bad policy, in fact, work to increase the confusion and do little to curb the problem. I wonder...is Joyce having the last laugh at us all stumbling around within the English language networks and webs, meanwhile, surrounded by the cloaking tech-cloud of all languages, translation tools, and nearly all combinations of languages and possible phrases, slang and everything under the sun, together swirling around in cyberspace, copying itself into a giant bubbling soup, our internet, like Joyce’s Wakean ‘nat’ language, seeking replication and interuption, new combinations.
Tony Bliar: Sports Chimp
I saw that old cheating chimp Tony Blair in a disgusting news item from the even more disgusting, to me, Time magazine reporting his sport campaign that got me hopping mad there for a few minutes yesterday (Jan. 18th) but soon, I realized, he’s not worth shedding many finger strokes over is he? (do I look bovverd?) so I skip the two-faced Bush puppy, war monger-lyer, and move on...Name calling always feels better while typing than reading afterwards.
Faith-Based
Many words have been shed on the general troubles in the middle East, Egypt, Iran, Iraq, Syria, Libya, Afghanistan. It's complex, I can say that much. Yet I would repeat here my shared hope, somewhat riffing on something I heard from uncle Bob once, the general idea that if all sides in these conflicts were to drop their conflicting--equal and opposite religious faith--which tells them that they and they’re group, party, or nation, whatever and only they’re group, party or nation, whatever; know the divine holy truth, then, maybe, some progress might be made in sharing the abundance of resources surrounding them.
Negotiating towards making global trade, shared resources, without being dictated too based upon some out-of-date scripture or totalitarian spy state system that embodies similar religious 'faith based' ideology, such as: trust in your government and one nation under surveilance. O.K
The problem of faith-based government, meanwhile, gestates in the west causing equal havoc and confusion. Not checking the facts for yourself can leave you with piles of useless, empty bonds, useless laws and law enforcement and, a self-destructive industry built upon munitions, warfare and what Bucky Fuller aptly calls ‘Killingry’. Wake up, think for yourself, stop the war, stop the cuts.
Rupert Sopadoch
That of all the scum bags to come out in support of the ‘Stop Online Piracy Act’ Rupert Murdoch crawled out from a stone and said (tweeted?) something uninformed and typically volatile on the issue, how do these damn papers and news websites publish his words without reminding us of the recent Newscorp Phone Hacking Scandal? How contradictory his words seem, to me, in the light of facts about that case.
I implore my readers and friends to boycott the entertainment industry as far as the super majors are concerned, and at your own discretion, but, please be conscious of the fact that when you buy movie tickets, and DVD’s and CD’s from the Major labels and production factories your supporting them and their ilk, you are what you buy into, Food, clothing, drinks, music, entertainment, everything you interact with. Nobody is perfect, but make an effort to think. A new war sounds like fighting talk, but a war metaphor is invoked here, this war, to me, started when entertainment industry stared ‘fattening frogs for snakes’ as the saying goes.
(slight rant) It started, I reckon, when the no-playing motherfuckers in the entertainment business started war/relations with those who challenged they’re authority, the content providers, and so begun signing artists and projects based upon they’re commercial viability opposed to artistic merit (e.g see the latest incarnation: Simon Cowell) and openly attacking any and all alternative entertainment culture (see counter counter-culture history) eventually co-opting them to jive with the slick super-global corporate model, presenting watered down snips trickled out to specific segments of the public in pre-meditated programming, interspersed with adverts and flashy edits, censors and any whims of whoever holds the money, at least, thas' I see it, after this recent Sopa/Pipa malarchy and the Hollywood, Pop Music industry and Book publishing house support for an incredibly ill thought out and dangerous set of new laws.
Nutty Logic with Steve Fly
Nutty Logic with Steve Fly
Posted in: Radio Free Amsterdam, Steve Fly
The John Sinclair Foundation Presents
NUTTY LOGIC WITH STEVE FLY
Cafe The Zen, Amsterdam, January 11, 2012 [SFNL-0001]
Steve Fly created this salute to Robert Anton Wilson and put it together with John Sinclair at Cafe The Zen in Amsterdam Oost last night and we’re rushing it onto the Radio Free Amsterdam airwaves today, with musical selections from Alice Coltrane, John Sinclair & Beatnik Youth, Thelonious Monk & John Coltrane At Carnegie Hall, Dr. John & The Lower 911, Ed Sanders, the Miles Davis Sextet, Louis Armstrong, Eddie Jefferson, and John Coltrane & Duke Ellington, with several contributions from Robert Anton Wilson himself.
NUTTY LOGIC PLAYLIST
[01] Alice Coltrane: Journey to Satchidananda
[02] Robert Anton Wilson: New Tsarism
[03] John Sinclair & Beatnik Youth: Brilliant Corners
[04] Thelonious Monk & John Coltrane: Nutty
[05] Dr. John & The Lower 911: Black Gold
[06] Robert Anton Wilson; Maybe Logic
[07] Ed Sanders: What If William Blake Had Gone To New Orleans?
[08] Miles Davis Sextet: So What
[09] Louis Armstrong: Black and Blue
[10] Robert Anton Wilson: TSOG Rising
[11] Eddie Jefferson: Parker’s Mood
[12] John Coltrane & Duke Ellington: In a Sentimental Mood
A JOINT PRODUCTION
Produced by Steve Fly
Edited, assembled & annotated by John Sinclair
Executive Producer: Leslie Lopez
Sponsored by Ceres Seeds & The Hempshopper, Amsterdam
(c) 2012 The John Sinclair Foundation
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NUTTY LOGIC WITH STEVE FLY
Cafe The Zen, Amsterdam, January 11, 2012 [SFNL-0001]
Steve Fly created this salute to Robert Anton Wilson and put it together with John Sinclair at Cafe The Zen in Amsterdam Oost last night and we’re rushing it onto the Radio Free Amsterdam airwaves today, with musical selections from Alice Coltrane, John Sinclair & Beatnik Youth, Thelonious Monk & John Coltrane At Carnegie Hall, Dr. John & The Lower 911, Ed Sanders, the Miles Davis Sextet, Louis Armstrong, Eddie Jefferson, and John Coltrane & Duke Ellington, with several contributions from Robert Anton Wilson himself.
NUTTY LOGIC PLAYLIST
[01] Alice Coltrane: Journey to Satchidananda
[02] Robert Anton Wilson: New Tsarism
[03] John Sinclair & Beatnik Youth: Brilliant Corners
[04] Thelonious Monk & John Coltrane: Nutty
[05] Dr. John & The Lower 911: Black Gold
[06] Robert Anton Wilson; Maybe Logic
[07] Ed Sanders: What If William Blake Had Gone To New Orleans?
[08] Miles Davis Sextet: So What
[09] Louis Armstrong: Black and Blue
[10] Robert Anton Wilson: TSOG Rising
[11] Eddie Jefferson: Parker’s Mood
[12] John Coltrane & Duke Ellington: In a Sentimental Mood
A JOINT PRODUCTION
Produced by Steve Fly
Edited, assembled & annotated by John Sinclair
Executive Producer: Leslie Lopez
Sponsored by Ceres Seeds & The Hempshopper, Amsterdam
(c) 2012 The John Sinclair Foundation
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2012 Singularity Feedback and Video's
HI everybody.
I've been following the development of ‘the 2012 phenomena’ and also the more scientific concept of ‘The Singularity’ since I read ‘Cosmic Trigger’ by Robert Anton Wilson and then ‘The Invisible Landscape’ by Dennis and Terence Mckenna, sometime in the mid 1990's.
From these references you might deduct that I have a ‘psychedelic’ bias towards the kinds of maps and metaphors I communicate, this is true, in a nutshell I think that ‘psychedelic drugs’ used in the correct set and setting (see Leary and Wilson) IMPACT the individual in a way approximating the IMPACT that ‘The Singularity’ and the ‘2012 Phenomena’ resonate with, if you choose to TUNE IN. (which I hope to define, somewhat, by this multi-media presentation, relaying some fresh video’s and links which I think summarise our entry into 2012.)
Whatever 'media or drugs' you interact with, set and setting are important, those who have experimented with psychedelic drugs (at some period of their life) generally, seem to have a grasp on strange resonance with topics concerning 'The Singularity' and the '2012 Phenomena', somewhat familiar territoy to those who have expored inner space and outer, poetry and literature, psychology, engineering, mathematics, anthropology, futurism, ethnobotany, games, music, painting etc.
(Please do not ascribe my own 'Psychedelic bias' to the ideas and words from those in the following video's. Just have fun with your thoughts, I'll be back with more feedback after digesting them again). --Steve fly.
Computation and the future of Mankind by Stephen Wolfram The Coming war on general computation by Cory Doctorow Mind Share by Mark Pesce Theory Of Everything by Athene. Drugs and Internet by Jason Silva Jumping Jesus by RAW Singularity by Terence Mckenna. Singularity by Jason Silva The Future of Life (Summit 2011) Max Tegmark The Acceleration of Knowledge by Robert Anton Wilson pt. 1. WATSON A.I Perceptions (Summit 2011) by David Ferrucci. http://28c3.chaoscdn.de/mp4-h264-HQ/
From these references you might deduct that I have a ‘psychedelic’ bias towards the kinds of maps and metaphors I communicate, this is true, in a nutshell I think that ‘psychedelic drugs’ used in the correct set and setting (see Leary and Wilson) IMPACT the individual in a way approximating the IMPACT that ‘The Singularity’ and the ‘2012 Phenomena’ resonate with, if you choose to TUNE IN. (which I hope to define, somewhat, by this multi-media presentation, relaying some fresh video’s and links which I think summarise our entry into 2012.)
Whatever 'media or drugs' you interact with, set and setting are important, those who have experimented with psychedelic drugs (at some period of their life) generally, seem to have a grasp on strange resonance with topics concerning 'The Singularity' and the '2012 Phenomena', somewhat familiar territoy to those who have expored inner space and outer, poetry and literature, psychology, engineering, mathematics, anthropology, futurism, ethnobotany, games, music, painting etc.
(Please do not ascribe my own 'Psychedelic bias' to the ideas and words from those in the following video's. Just have fun with your thoughts, I'll be back with more feedback after digesting them again). --Steve fly.
Computation and the future of Mankind by Stephen Wolfram The Coming war on general computation by Cory Doctorow Mind Share by Mark Pesce Theory Of Everything by Athene. Drugs and Internet by Jason Silva Jumping Jesus by RAW Singularity by Terence Mckenna. Singularity by Jason Silva The Future of Life (Summit 2011) Max Tegmark The Acceleration of Knowledge by Robert Anton Wilson pt. 1. WATSON A.I Perceptions (Summit 2011) by David Ferrucci. http://28c3.chaoscdn.de/mp4-h264-HQ/
Steve Fly’s Saturnalia
Steve Fly’s Saturnalia
Posted in: Vintage Radio Vault
VINTAGE RADIO VAULTS 61
Steve Fly’s Saturnalia
Fly Agaric Studio, Amsterdam, December 23, 2009 [VV-0061]
The last few weeks I’ve witnessed John Sinclair programming spontaneous radio shows across the table from me. John made a number of shows that knocked me off my stool so I figured it was my duty as DJ Fly Agaric to respond with a festive selection of tunes. The tracks were selected from my LP collection, recorded Wednesday 22nd December 2009 on a H4 Zoom Recorder.
PLAYLIST 61
[00] Baba Israel > Detroit Life Radio ID
[01] Darlene Love: Marshmallow World
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"Wasson and his school have demonstrated how mushroom language tends to be euphemized, masked, coded, buried in etymologies and even "false" etymologies.--Peter Lamborn Wilson, Irish soma.
AMANITA MUSCARIA AND THE THUNDERBOLT LEGEND IN GUATAMALA AND MEXICO. BY L.LOWRY. 1973.--http://www.samorini.it/doc1/alt_aut/lr/lowy4.pdf
UNTITLED 1.0
"Lo saturnalia,
Drink new flesh back with kwantum mechanix
Fliegenschwamm gerr,
Mukhomor flowing moments drunken bards piss somert,
Tue-mouche Amanite,
Born from nothing into La picene.
Dark mother Earth: early autumn,
Nourishing dark belly of night
Receptive southwestern mother,
Weak yielding
It is difficult to get the news from poems.
Jesusland economy seems symbiotic with the dollars role as reserve
Currency
Monstrous and oily-veined bloodhungry pricks feastupon
Dharmadollar ghosts
Holla,
The great Eastern sun saves and radiates.
All perception as gambowl
And under the almond-trees, gods,
lo! lands of Cyberia, Siberia and Peteurasia
Persian Haoma + 5 indole Eztheotextz +
Chinese + pranayama, may = "stoned" perception.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amanita_muscaria
Cultural depictions
[edit] Literature
The journeys of Philip von Strahlenberg to Siberia and his descriptions of the use of the mukhomor there was published in English in 1736. The drinking of urine of those who had imbibed the mushroom was commented on by Anglo-Irish writer Oliver Goldsmith in his widely read 1762 novel Citizen of the World.[120] The mushroom had been identified as the fly agaric by this time.[121] Other authors recorded the distortions of the size of perceived objects while intoxicated by the fungus, including naturalist Mordecai Cubitt Cooke in his books The Seven Sisters of Sleep and A Plain and Easy Account of British Fungi.[122] This observation is thought to have formed the basis of the effects of eating the mushroom in the 1865 popular story Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.[112] A hallucinogenic "scarlet toadstool" from Lappland is also featured as a plot element in Charles Kingsley's 1866 novel Hereward the Wake based on the medieval figure of the same name;[123] fly agaric shamanism is explored more recently in the 2003 novel Thursbitch by Alan Garner.[124][edit] Christmas decorations and Santa Claus
Fly agarics appear on Christmas cards and New Year cards from around the world as a symbol of good luck.[125] The ethnobotanist Jonathan Ott has suggested that the idea of Santa Claus and tradition of hanging stockings over the fireplace is based centrally upon the fly agaric mushroom itself.[75] With its generally red and white color scheme, he argues that Santa Claus's suit is related to the mushroom. He also draws parallels with flying reindeer: reindeer had been reported to consume the mushroom and prance around in an intoxicated manner afterwards.[126] American ethnopharmacologist Scott Hajicek-Dobberstein, researching possible links between religious myths and the red mushroom, notes, "If Santa Claus had but one eye [like Odin], or if magic urine had been a part of his legend, his connection to the Amanita muscaria would be much easier to believe.".[127]The connection was reported to a much wider audience with an article in the magazine of The Sunday Times in 1980,[128] and New Scientist in 1986.[129] Historian Ronald Hutton has since disputed the connection;[130] he noted reindeer spirits did not appear in Siberian mythology, shamans did not travel by sleigh, nor did they wear red and white, or climb out of smoke holes in yurt roofs. Finally, American awareness of Siberian shamanism postdated the appearance of much of the folklore around Santa.[131]
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TRANSLATED BY GOOGLE FROM GIORGIO SAMORINI.
http://samorini.it/site/en/antropologia/asia/amanita-muscaria-siberia/
The Amanita muscaria from Siberian populations
Koriako Shaman who plays the drum inside a yurt (tent). From Jochelson, 1905
The use of the hallucinogenic mushroom Amanita muscaria (Fly agaric mushroom) is attested in Siberian regions in the images of prehistoric rock carvings of various archaeological sites in the rivers Yenisei and Pegtymel . The ethnographic reports of the last century documented use as intoxicating in different populations.
Its use is attested in two vast regions of Siberia. The first concerns the territory of Siberia to the north-west including the rivers Dvina and Kotuj, including the peninsula of Tayma. In this region the people involved in the use of the fungus belongs to the Ural language family, and they are: Khanty (Ostiaki), Mansi (Vogul), Forest Nenets, Selkup (Samoidei group), Nganasan, Ket (Yenisei Ostiaki of) . According to recent observations of Saar (1991), with these people today use the fungus became extinct.
The second region covers the eastern part of Siberia from the Kolyma River, including the peninsula of Kamchatka and the people involved are: Chukchi, Koriaki, Itelmen, Eskimos, Chuvanian (one of the tribes Yukagir), Yukagir, Even Russians who settled for centuries and along the Kolyma River.
The use of the fungus has been reported by ethnographers of the nineteenth century, even among the Lapps of Inari in northern Scandinavia (Wasson, 1968) and at the northern Komi living in the Urals (Dunn, 1973).
Anthropologists of the Russian post-revolutionary period reported that, with the advent of Soviet power, the Siberian populations stopped their old practice of fly-agaric ingestion dell'agarico, "Socialist soon reaching the stage of social development" (in rip. Wasson, 1968: 151). Following the political change in post-Soviet 1990s, anthropologists, more free from censorship, they returned to report the use of the fungus in these populations, showing that this use was in fact never been stopped (see Saar, 1991) .
Depending on the populations of Fly agaric mushroom was and is used collectively for ceremonies and parties, or used by shamans to promote healing trance during practices or to contact the spirits of the dead, in divination and the interpretation of dreams. And 'as fortifying used during long journeys and hunting. And 'highly probable that originally was exclusively use shamanic and subsequently weakening the institution of shamanic power and the use of the fungus has spread to other members of the tribal society.
During the fly-agaric dall'agarico induced visions they occur in siberian investigator of anthropomorphic figures without arms and legs, and regarded the spirits of the fungus called "man-love" or "dummies", which communicate with the investigator and the lead for hand in the afterlife journey. These "men-like" to play an important role in the interpretation of the experience with the fungus, are depicted in prehistoric petroglyphs of the ancient Siberian peoples and are a recurring theme in mythology and stories of Yakuti, Chukchee and other tribes present.
See: The Amanita muscaria among the Chukchi (V. Bogoraz)
The Siberian populations have found that the urine of those who have eaten the Fly agaric mushroom is also equipped with psychoactive properties and are known for the bizarre habit of drinking his own urine or that of other individuals to prolong the effects of the fungus.
It is very likely that these people have discovered the psychoactive properties of the urine of those who have eaten the same mushroom fungus and observing the behavior of the reindeer, which are both tasty and intentionally become drunk with the Fly agaric mushroom, which the urine of other reindeer that have eaten.
See:
The Amanita muscaria among Koriaki (W. Jochelson)
The use of Amanita muscaria among Siberian Koriaki (J. Enderli)
The Amanita muscaria among Ugri (Ostiaki and Vogul) (KF Karjalainen)
The Amanita muscaria among Kamchadal (Erman)
ETHEL DUNN, 1973, Russian Use of Amanita muscaria: A Footnote to Wasson's Soma, Current Anthropology, vol. 14, pp.. 488-492.
GEERKEN HARTMUT, 1992, Fliegen Pilze? Merkungen Anmerkungen und und zum Schamanismus Sibirien in Andechs, Integration, vol. 2 / 3, pp. 109-114.
WALDEMAR Jochelson, 1905-1908, The Koryak, Memoir of the American Museum of Natural History, New York.
Langsdorf GH, 1809, Einig Bemerkungen day Eigenschaften des Kamtschadalischen Fliegenschwammes betreffend, Annalen für die Wetterauischen Gesellschraft gesammte Naturkunde, vol. 1 (2), pp. 249-256.
ROSENBHOM ALEXANDRA, 1991, in Der Fliegenpilz Nordasien, in: W. Bauer, E. A. Klapp & Rosenbhom (Ergs.), Der Fliegenpilz, Wienand Verlag, Cologne, pp.. 121-164.
SAAR MARET, 1991, date from Siberia and North Ethnomycological-East Asia on the effect of Amanita muscaria, Journal of Ethnopharmacology, vol. 31, pp.. 157-173.
R. Wasson GORDON, 1967, Fly Agaric and Man, in: Daniel H. Efron, Bo Holmstedt & Nathan S. Kline (Eds.), Psychoactive Drugs Search for Ethnopharmacologic, U.S. Department of Health, Education and welfare state, Washington, pp. 405-414.
Father Wasson VALENTINA & R. Gordon Wasson, 1957, Mushrooms, Russia and History, Pantheon Books, New York, 2 vol.
R. Wasson GORDON, 1968, Soma. Divine Mushroom of Immortality, HBJ, New York.
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