Author: flyagaric23

  • Corona Cypher – First Thought Best Thought

    Corona Cypher – First Thought Best Thought

    Rhyme can unleash endorphins
    And endolphins swim with dolphins
    Prose vaccination for experimentation
    Try it, don’t buy it grow your own
    Put down that toilet roll put down your phone
    Wash your hands and put em’ in the air
    Wave em’ like you care
    Mash on son, mash on with compassion
    Get your grow on, go on
    Earth and humanity needs you and what you grew
    Make a new garden crew
    Do what you need to do to prevent flu
    Stay high, fly, CBDJ “Hi,”
    Feed your immune system with funny thoughts
    Play mind games and put out doubt with flames
    Quote facts and peer-reviewed names to reignite
    Each and every night unravel your talk tapes mi’ mates

    flyagaric23's avatarDEEP SCRATCH

    Hi, in contrast to my blog yesterday, I’ve let my words fly in a first-thought best-thought cypher, to imagine a vaccination potion full of verbs and motion.

    Soul vaccination,
    All across the nation people been catchin’ honkypox (Honkypox)
    When you get the notion,
    Tower’s got the potion – you might look in to set yourself in motion.
    Soul Vaccination, Tower Of Power (What Is Hip)

    Patience patient paint that paradise
    Dr immuno’ flow help you throw the dice, thrice
    Who know what you think you know, let it go
    Let it flow, spring come lift the light plant and grow
    Wash em’ lift it up and push it up keep vibes up high
    Planet spinning on its axis, rapid climate renewal
    Quick death of toxic stock in fossil fuel?
    Banking crash human race nineteen meter dash
    French minister of culture cumming out with the rash
    Johnson and Trump eye…

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  • CLIMATE SAMPLE – STEVE FLY JAMM PRO MIX

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  • THOUGHTS: WHERE DO THEY GO?

    12 months ago…

    flyagaric23's avatarDEEP SCRATCH

    “If you let liars into the government, you put everybody at risk”–James O’ Brien, a few minutes ago on LBC talk radio, UK.

    Whenever I’m fortunate enough to catch one of my own thoughts and follow it, I try to imagine how such a similar thought may arise in others. You can save a lot of time by working to slow the avalanche of distracting thoughts using traditional methods, follow your breath, sit still, isolate your consciousness temporarily to recharge and repair. However, a lot of people consider meditation as pass/time for snowflakes, and need further nudging and poking to begin to recognize the importance of trying to follow their thoughts and questioning where they come from and where they go? And how often are you updating that data-set?

    A healthy mid/waypoint between Zen meditation and simply changing your mind about something revolves around the language that you use and…

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  • Buy Deep Scratch – The Novel

    Buy Deep Scratch – The Novel

    The novel Deep Scratch by Steve Fly is a foreign force to wrestle with. Hit it.

  • Fly By Night 402 – Freaks For The Festival

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    FLY BY NIGHT 402 – FREAKS FOR THE FESTIVAL

    Freaks For The Festival

    Steve The Fly is playing music this week by Rahsaan Roland Kirk, the Ebony Rhythm Band, Society, The Meters, Black Ivory, Earl King, Sly & The Family Stone, Chris Jones, James Brown, Julius Jones, Chet Ivy, Salon Butler & The New Breed, and Herbie Hancock.

    https://radiofreeamsterdam.org/fly-by-night-402-freaks-for-the-festival/

    If you want more exclusive mixes, tracks, poems, books, please join me at www.patreon.com/stevefly

  • SQ – Permdemic (Wack Rhymes For Wack Times)

    What about hairworkers
    Those on the fringes
    Who add colour to what’s natural
    With dye from syringes

    The highlight of my day
    Is to go get a cut
    Perhaps have my nails done
    On hand and/or foot

    Health hair workers
    On the frontline
    I’ll shave your head
    If you shave mine

    Look at that bouffant
    On that buffoon Wilders
    I don’t see hair like that on
    Farmers or builders

    Look at how stylish
    Men’s hair does sway
    On the head of Donald Trump
    Or Thierry Baudet

    All the royals
    Use the best hair oils
    Wrapped in tin-foils
    Blonde or brunette curls?

    Hair is a statement
    A sign of the times
    Global permdemic
    We dye for our crimes

    Like LA porn stars
    With Kardashing flare
    We all need nail salons
    Sunbeds, nice hair

    Suite hair nails watch
    Briefcase wallet
    Royal banker politician
    Make me want to vomit

    More cosmetics than a hooker
    You stupid mothercomber
    To open up the schnippers
    Just to style your fuckin’ look, err

    I’d rather look like cousin it
    Than resemble Baudet, piece of sh*t
    Shaved of any self respect
    Uniform behaviour check

    –Squintin Quarantino

  • Squintin Quarantino – Third Coming

    Third Coming
    Can you hear the clapping, my gums flappin’
    Moronic juicy rhymes keep the songs sap in
    Religion double tappin’ state talk crappin’
    Corona virus wave, another victory lappin
    Third coming
    Crowned for Easter
    Profit from misery is a sign of the beast (er)
    Baste the turkey with Brexit, the piss, Boris teks it
    You vote for rabid dogs and Brexit you get sick
    The virus, Zuck text it, fuck facebook and hex twit
    Take you bitcoin and shove it up your arse slit
    Who work for it, masses of energy, you tit
    No wonder Elon want Bitcoin to hit the ceiling
    Lao Tzu, Hegel and Machiavelli thieving
    Layers of capital, players and neigh sayers
    No socialist agenda to help or pay us
    Third coming
    Business class ass still got a thumb in
    Free ride capital, greedy market slummin’
    Mean motherfuckers own the means to living
    And I keep moaning, remaining, reframing
    Hot under the tongue, breath aiming flaming
    Wildfires
    From coast to coast
    Dumbos spread the virus like its jam on toast
    And my petty rhymes don’t even begin to roast
    Most the guests at the park who insult the host
    The planet’s not ours to save
    Greed stings like aftershave
    A curse on plague DJs who play the plague rave
    Greeting the third wave, go live in your cave
    Third coming
    In the air tonight like a song
    And I’m using a dolphin as a wake-shift bong
    You can thank Boris Trump Putin and Ping
    For the super spread of capital mutations this spring
    There’s a way out, forward, just look
    For the mutualist syndicalist anarchist book
    It may take a while, more destruction and bile
    We must crawl mile after mile after mile
    Eat that third shit sandwich and smile
    I know, my once tasty raps may seem vile
    Some raps snap like a crocodile
    Some traverse the Ganjes and Nile
    I’ve mysteries and manuals on file
    Spit a botticelli mosaic on your floor tile
    Suck satan off kitchen foil
    Cook up spies until they ready boiled
    Memories well oiled
    Serpent’s tooth and tail coiled
    Bed and pants soiled
    Poems loyal, dialed, dyed and royal real
    A bargain bop bonanza, a steel
    A wing on the third rail, another on the wheel
    Third coming
    Yower’ all-grow-ridim can’t latch me
    This patch is quilted with hatched ste
    Setting head fires with match key
    Game set seal, Adamski
    Born inwards Lee
    Burrows down to Gordon Brown’s downfall
    Gordon Bennet wrote it, I just float a bit
    Encircle, we mote it bee line for bass face distance sting
    Third Coming
    Ouch, like a corkwynder to our chops
    Like people without masks buying bog roll in shops
    Britain top of the pops
    But the band eating slops
    The Queen still banking and reaping our crops
    My flipper it flops, the bit penny drops
    From heaven or hell, or Giza cheops
    Capitals zit pops, death toll hit tops
    Exceptionally sexless brexit means worse off
    Oh well, so let’s make a mockery
    Come see my garden pond, deck chairs and rockery
    I fancy pigeons in my flockery
    Writs sound odd like socks, hurry
    In a global pandemic I’m sick like McFlurry
    Furry like mink
    Stinky like skunk
    Tuned up on Sun Ra and Thelonious Monk
    Third coming
    Like a trilogy
    We say three and in dutch it’s drie
    Wonton soup and cantaloupe with brie
    That predictive techx cunht catch flea
    Mimic my octopus, high me, fly me
    Word coming back from the grave
    Forgiveness, NHS not Jesus saves
    Eton enclaves and PPE chums
    Suck up resources and steal the last crumbs
    Tory Brexit death march to distant drums
    Oh diddums, it’s only a life
    Only a son, daughter, mother, father, husband or wife   
    Put down the knife, pick up the pen
    Write it out kids, let us begin
    Hideous crimes by this lying gangerino
    Pale when compared with Squintin Quarantino

      

  • A Pangolin Prayer – For World Pangolin Day 2021

    Exactly one year ago, I posted a blog for World Pangolin Day 2020, calling attention to the illegal Pangolin trade and the awful exotic animal market demand. Since then, I’ve spent time reading what I can find about Pangolin physiology and immunology, and progress in the challenging quest to discover the origins–and plot a prehistory of Sars Cov-2.

    Recent studies from the reputable, Francis Crick Institute, have raised the probability that the Pangolin is an intermediary species, or viral bridge between Bat Coronaviruses and Sars Cov-2 in Humans.

    Further research on the Bat Pangolin Human (cross-species transmission) plus recent papers on Mink mutations, and the flurry of new studies on the Human variants (the so called Kent/UK variant, South African Variant and the Brazilian variant) are all worthy of study. Sure, it’s a heavy load to digest. I can’t pretend to understand all of the findings, however one thing is crystal clear to me since February 2020, unless all nations review their relationships with animals and farming practice and the climate, immediately, novel pandemics will continue. I agree with Sujit:    
    “A post-pandemic historiography will surely be interdisciplinary, with critical, philosophical and collaborative engagement with scientists.–Sujit Sivasundaram, https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7717365/

    I urge you all to read the captivating, brilliant paper by Sujit Sivasundaram, a most detailed and broad, respectful overview of this remarkable creature and it’s reverence in traditional Chinese culture. Yes, go ahead, study the Pangolin in the context of virology and immunology and the possible–zoonotic leap–but also try to take a moment to consider their bigger picture, the pre-history culture, language art and folklore of these creatures. This context is important for discussions with any who claim Sars Cov-2 was made in, or escaped from a laboratory. Nobody has 100% certainty on the origins of the Sars Cov-2, however, like most things in history it’s down to a complex of origins.

    Something that struck me, when reading Sujit’s paper, is the respectful chant that the Pangolin poachers said aloud before killing one. This reflects other aboriginal and indigenous native people’s hunting traditions and prayer. In each, some kind of offering in word or deed or symbol is directed to that living thing which is killed to sustain them and their tribe. I consider the chant as a kind of–Lords Prayer–but in this case to the Pangolin gods, keep in mind that the traditional Chinese Pangolin poachers infused their chants with humour and puzzling poetic ambiguity. Here’s updated reverent chant for 2021, although I don’t intend to kill and eat any Pangolin.

    Pangolin Prayer
    Oh Pangolin, dear Pangolin
    I don’t want your meat
    Let’s walk under starlight
    Through mountains dancing feet
    Oh Pangolin, sweet Pangolin
    All horny and well armed
    Scales for immunity
    Balanced, unharmed
    Kaballavā, mulkodhu
    valdaranayā, æyā
    Forgive us lord Pangolin
    Please accept this prayer

    Perhaps we can extend these chants and poems (don’t call em’ roasts or toasts) to Bats and to Mink? Join me at my patreon project and help mutate these sacred chants into full blown audio/visual variants/odes.

    –Steve Fly


    “Despite the best efforts of scientists to understand the mechanisms through which this virus originated across species, the role of the historian is also critical in understanding the ‘spill-over’ of diseases, for the transference of zoonotic diseases now occurs more rapidly because of the way humans have altered nature over centuries. The mammalian orders that carry the vast majority of zoonotic diseases are rodents, bats and primates. Among the anthropogenic drivers of this transmission are human domestication of animals, human encroachment into habitats high in wildlife biodiversity, and the hunting of wild animals.18 Additionally, large-scale industrial farming is a problem because it produces genetically similar populations across which disease can spread quickly.” — Sujit, The Human, The Animal and the Prehistory of COVID-19.


    The question remains on how the pangolins became infected initially. Could it have been in their natural Southeast Asian environment, before being captured? The discovery of a new virus close to SARS-CoV-2 in bats in Cambodia supports this hypothesis, as Rhinolophus bats and pangolins can meet, at least occasionally, in caves in Southeast Asia. This strengthens the hypothesis that pangolin trafficking is responsible for multiple exports of SARS-CoV-2-like viruses to China.–https://nationalinterest.org/blog/reboot/virus-similar-covid-19-was-present-cambodia-early-2010-177739


    “For much of last year it spread quietly, then a cluster of patients infected with the virus carrying a H69/V70 deletion appeared in Denmark. This mutation was appearing in a version of the virus that was being passed from mink on farms to humans. While analysis showed the virus had mutated slightly to become more infectious to the animals, some early data suggested it was also less sensitive to antibodies contained in the blood serum of patients who had recovered from Covid-19.–https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20210127-covid-19-variants-how-mutations-are-changing-the-pandemic


    “The South China tiger (Panthera tigris amoyensis)and the Chinese pangolin(Manis pentadactyla),a scaly anteater, occupy ancient and important niches in the biologically diverse ecosystems of Chinese folk cosmology. Both animals are believed to have mysterious magical power and high medicinal value, and both are now under state protection.–https://www.jstor.org/stable/j.ctt6wr4f1


    “In Chinese legend pangolins are said to travel all around the world underground, and in the Cantonese language the name for pangolins translates to “the animal that digs through the mountain,” or “Chun-shua-cap,” which translates to “scaly hill-borer.”–http://www.edgeofexistence.org/species/chinese-pangolin/

  • Squintin Quarantino – Fuq Johnny English

    Phew, my words still gettin’ through?
    Lick-shot out the blue, spit split intwo
    What’s not and what’s true, where we and who you?
    Crew up and cue up, It’s time to break
    Beats rhymes lives against the lies and fakes
    Have your cake, eat it
    Take your drum, beat it, concrete it, congress
    Get us all out this fine mess

    I’ve my suspicions, a band of magicians
    Warrior poets spit like real politicians
    Surprise equals information, this message trans-nation
    Distinguish yourself with brain mouth
    Go North East West after south

    We don’t reject conspiracy
    It’s a culture mirror, see
    Sore the populist pimple burst
    Vote Leave, Britain first
    Military grade weapon thirst
    Grandma and grandpa in cross-fire cursed
    War on terror tools
    Turned on public, trolls breed fools

    Westword data dystopia flip
    UK US myopia drip
    Facts gone blurry, speech all slurry
    They’re not sorry, sacrifice health for money, finance slurry
    Artist’s hot-belly full of Crowley curry
    Ready to deliver, deep forest rushing river
    Music with goosebumps, songs to make you shiver
    Attacks on arts and cultural outliers
    Highlights its power over robot town criers
    They can defund us, rob all our heritage
    Turn our industry to mush with clot after clottage
    But there’s no stoppage in this heart-head wattage
    We sucked on acid, liquid and blottage

    Mind body peach poem, please keep sewin’
    Keep going, heart flowing, dip yer’ toe in
    Keep crowing, mowin’ writing scriptures and poems
    Am I not getting through?
    Rhymes melting like snow
    States and Business strike
    With sick price hike
    You’ve got the stage, give me the mic’

    All the best minds getting bought by Google
    Those in Government still playing fruggle, I play buggle
    It’s a juggle and muddle, face down in puddle
    We all need a cuddle and a double on the double
    Excuse my mumble
    As I fumble and grumble like a lung lost womble
    Let’s roll and tumble to this humbelly rumble
    From out the rubble a Ruby 
    Critical thinkers, old and newbie
    Where your crew be, Marquis DeSelby
    Equal life affirming and dazzling beauties 
    As, dystopian dark rap realist footsies
    Prospiracy a thing, it’s praise I sing
    With bells, whistles and a heap of RAW bling
    Secret cabals with mutualist goals
    Snowdon moles, reverse trolls
    A conspiracy of thrills, to fight ills
    Critical paranoia, canvas happy health pills
    Microchip to save climate, stop oil spills, rhyme it.

    Design science fiction, hard as DALL:E
    Empathic imagination to destroy Fox TV
    Post Q altruist narrative story, a constructive Tory
    Or constrictive lies in glory?
    What’s real, what’s not, judgement shakey?
    Spotted with Delores, god for fake me
    Poet for hire, bold from worst shire
    Save what you can from a cultural pyre

    You, me, us and them, all together mighty jam
    I’m Muslim, Christian, Jewish and Buddhist
    Let’s just eat, call ourselves foodist
    Don’t mean to sound rudest or crudest, no flu list?
    Let’s do this, spit it all out behind the mask
    Entertainment is a thankless task
    With a mammoth tusk we dance at dusk
    Smell musk and taste upper apple crust husk
    Sell optimism in bulk using incredible talk
    Whistle beatbox and walk, be like gulls and squark
    Murray Gell Man on Quarks, complex skid Mark

    All religions be twain
    With secular society, to gain
    Paths to unity through rain blame game pain main
    Junction of voicebox flame
    Enchanted hot tales fly off in flocks
    Think out the box, outfox the fucks
    Modular tools for new building blocks
    Fight crooks with books, avoid kooks and spooks
    Be like Dr Spock, rock the spot
    Put sincerity in snot, go process TTOTT

    I am you and you are me
    Get it bruv, time for tea
    In your shoes, in my head, can’t get you, what she said
    What they say, whatta’ they say, what you say
    I say, me say, you say?
    We all stand together
    United workers, sympathetic sisters
    Downtrodden, vulnerable, minorities, grafters
    Sing it loud from the rafters
    This poem aircraft us, all the gods never left us
    And the planet can sustain, it must
    It’s all resources for all, or bust
    I’m down rabbit hole with hands out, trust
    Come together with zest
    Build community chest with others, the rest
    Invite them as guests to build empathy nests
    Sew em’ big boy pants and bullet proof texts

    Texts for sanity, for gravity, humanity
    A global village to avert world calamity
    Calm salt sea science speak seriously
    Science friction fractured actual factually
    Manufactured fragments feed back to me
    Turn index with psychic appendectomy
    I use my decks you see
    Turn-tables to fables mystery seeking that unity story
    Be it romance or gory, Labour, Tory

    Attention apprehension by marketing hench-men
    Forgot to mention our invention,
    Disbelief suspension
    Storyboard adventure to wonderland ascension
    Keep em’ reading with tension
    God’s murder at the conspiracy convention 
    Form and function my contention
    Dutch sandwich, meet heads for luncheon

    Come play
    Make space communism gay
    Roll in the hay and say, yes way, this way
    Do you own nothing, are you happy
    Or own everything and sad
    Join the fight for the good fight, you’ll be glad
    Familiar like Dad
    I’m puttin’ the fly in the gad
    Dishing up beats, rad 
    I’ve been here in the arts lab since a wee’ lad
    I dislike Johnny English, Mr dithering Beano’
    I prefer John Le Carre cuz’ I’m Squintin Quarantino