“Bovirus Johnson and Agent Orange strike
Hazmatt ‘washed’ Handcock?
Herd immunity for the deaf dumb and blindsided
Dominic Jackpot Cummings prime suspect”
Getting Sober For March?
When toilet paper jokes are over you’ll be wiping your eyes
Perhaps you’ll see a corpse maybe your relative dies?
And we’ll learn together until the new dawn
How to organize resist fight and seed a new lawn?
None could see the bacteria or could know how it flow on the air
Well…we could if, we’d done our research, but no, Netflix is more important
Care to look at how suited up the Chinese are?
That hand wash and elbow bump won’t stop it bra’
Need heavy duty shit.
Bovirus Johnson and Agent Orange strike
Hazmatt ‘washed’ Handcock?
Herd immunity for the deaf dumb and blindsided
Dominic Jackpot Cummings prime suspect
With behavioural misfit Nazi eugenics
Put his head on a corona-spike outside number 10!
Grow them hospitals fast now quick smart in a hurry Like the Chinese speed building of hospitals in a…
I’m continuing with my creative poetic rambles into the dark, here with a slice of electronic music made by Tim Egmond. Together we are #FlyQuark It sounds dark and the content is pretty dark too, you might want to file this away for a later date.
I have more uplifting music and poetry in the pipeline. Yay! These are some of my immediate thoughts read aloud into the mic, this track has an overdub of some desperate singing. “Dirty Cash I want You, Dirty Cash I need You More…”
Originally addressed to Mark Rutte of the Netherlands on the 17th March before he had taken appropriate measures to curb social events. Things move pretty fast these days, and I’d have changed my tone a bit, if I would have waited 48 hours. More reason to publish these writings and live readings to create a snapshot of how I was feeling…reeling.
First thought best thought is a method of freestyle rhyme. Composed for my blog: https://deepscratch.net/2020/03/10/co…
On March 19th I was fortunate to be able to record the words and a separate beatbox track at Ei-Complex studios with Tim Egmond. #FlyQuark
At home I mixed the beatbox and vocal tracks. Love, fly.
Corona Cypher: First Thought Best Thought Feat. Squintin Quarantino.
Words composed March 10th, 2020. Amsterdam. Recorded by Tim Egmond at Ei-Complex, Amsterdam. 19th March, 2020. Rough Mix by Steve Fly a.k.a Squintin Quarantino. Slice of lyrics…
“…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 More toxic than J.P Morgan Monsanto and a five-year-old bag of rotten potato From the get-go King Virus by contamination Like the four horseman in the Tesco lasagna Animal traffick led to… Pick up the mic and go endemic to prevent panic With a goat, sceptre, and pot plandemic Slammdemic dem Murder virus sound Kill that virus sound Slamm Dem Pandem Mandem standin’ firm Throw water on it, fire, earth, blow it away? No gun or bomb can shoot this King dead Spreading like all memes trending at once, widespread dread All Ornette Coleman solo’s at once A William Gibson meets John le Carre’ finale’ Humanity run off down the motorway like a headless Pangolin Mis-identified as link between animals and humans (My Bad!) News and gov still manglin’ Vultures anglin’ Life lines be danglin’ Who’s who is handling? Ching Ming….CHING MING What good governance? Utterance, for a dollar, do a Johnson trap dance Pulling out while Cummings keeps on Cumming In Putin’s mouth Snivilization slouches further south No worries, it’ll soon come around Table turn around sounds fresh and loud Disperse to move the crowd, us discoronians stick apart Stay one meter away and claim your space Make your ritual space in that place Surround yourself with good omens Cleanse banish power up be here now Wash your hands and then touch your face Speak with sincerity, move with a trellis of lace, with grace Rhyme to climb into the head and bring relief Boost your immune system with some sexual relief No tissue, use a handkerchief Turn grief to a new leaf, good greaf? Sacrifice for greener futures That healthy planet for the young the dinosaurs refused? A death sentence for business The end of the dinosaur age is messy Goodbye T-Rex, goodbye Nessy Oil and fossil fuel industry made dust, past history Toxic debts and bonds fall like towers unwashed money Another bust boom bust boom! Evidence capitalist governmints made of sand-men Who do you trust? World market kept up by tent poles made of jelly and marzipan International unrestricted finance capitalism Pandemic running loose infecting humans for millennia, check it If Language is a virus from outer space so is money, burn it A Pangolin Bat broth dissolved trillions Gobble gobble gobble they earned it Hairs on the arms of billionaires and millionaires flare You can imagine them looking into space From a Yacht, that stare No blame, stop hating, we need to come together and stick apart And keep masterbating Wankers against the second come-king You’re gonna need pliers to get me out of bed Stuck to the sheets by my leaky prik-stick spread Who’s the illest now? Beat the virus Go wireless and tell a tireless solo choir-less let’s go Don’t fight forces use them, Learn to love the illness and embrace darkness in fullness And shine light, illuminate, stimulate sexdrive To produce white blood cells Mind body speech, word sound power, wash pray spit and shower Cleanliness is next to holiness, be the pollen and the flower Dethrone King virus and lock it away in a tinder box. Not from terrorists but bats and pangolin Pang, pang, pang, pang, with a pang and with a whimper Solidarity with all in discomfort from hunger loneliness Suffering from Corvid19, heartbreak or regular flu My thoughts and virtual arms just dropped the mic to hug you Fight back with A G C and T It’s only about 8 Kilobytes, put em’ up, Language is the key, break the spell do it well, duck, weave, duck duck invocation not required, they’re all around touch taste sound smell On earth and inner neurological spaces, as in heaven as in hell Places to bottle up solutions and write new potions To kill the King Virus and bring hope to nations Yes we can figure out preventative medicine Starting with high dose sessions of psilocybin Stay high and happy, positive, keep vibing Calling all gods and goddesses worldwide and beyond From the Compton Length to Hubble’s Red-Shift Under mountain, glacier and pond Give us a hond’ Every quantum super-computer and solid-state entity Each and every discarnate spirit, ghost, an angel hear me –Steve Fly Agaric 23. #DeepScratch#Plush
We’re all Buddhist now
Since 3000 years they have known
The dangers of ignorance and run away ego
The result of disharmony and war
With nature
Every Sutra Mantra Yantra and Tantra
Helps defeat the ideological virus
Killing untold Billions for thousands of years
Pull down thy vanity dears
Mind-body speech every moment charm
Work on sympathy empathy and calm
Healthy union of Yoga and mindfulness progress
There are different kinds of Buddhism
A practice not so much a religion, no reliance on pigeon
The divine holy sentient omniversal dung force
In ALL things besides any almighty creator God noun
The practice of seeing Gods in all things great and small
Generates attention and mindfulness
We need YOUR attention to objects today
Mindfulness body health and speech clarity
Angels and demons in all things equal
Before Bill Hicks said “Love all the people”
Numerous Buddhist teachers express same
We also love the sheeple and the morons
Front and center, inner and outer wore on our sleave
World dharma from Rimpoche to Kerouac and
The Kali Yuga
Better practice that Yoga to follow body and breathe
Perpetual Ganga Puja, river prayer
Dealing with uncertainty and indeterminacy
Impermanence of all things
The process oriented philosophy
Things in motion and motion in things
Stop the wheels of samsara with forgiveness
No absolutes like in Taoism and Quantum Mechanics
Aware of the infinite flux of beingness
And the hard-luck impossibility of duality
Pluralistic and multiplistic empathic mindful
These are a few of my favorite things
Self isolation with compassion for all sentient beings
You are all equal in sentience
Team human equivalence #TeamHuman
We are all equal and always have been
After this stupid virus has passed
New equivalences will emerge
We are all Buddhist now
Practice empathy sympathy and compassion
Let it guide you mind body and speech
By osmosis let intelligence and sense propogate
So mote it be
World wide Universal Basic Love
With basic income and basic healthcare and basic
Intelligence and…
To Managers Worldwide. (And in particular of FOOD outlets adopting the SPECIAL OPENING TIMES FOR ELDERLY AND VULNERABLE)
Please support the chain of command from head office and try your best to help ensure that they state clearly that ANYBODY who either has had symptoms in the last 5 days or been in contact with anybody showing symptoms…STAYS HOME.
Yes, precautions are important (Glass barriers, disinfectant, masks) But sadly, from my personal experience over the last couple of days, the challenge is to reach some people who may not be up-to-speed with what is going on. And TELLING THEM not to go to work for the sake of the community and all humanity, stay home.
This message MUST come with reassurances that SICK pay is without question. And their decision to stay home is fully supported.
Test of faith test of chest breadth and math
Did you see the cough graphs
Off the scale, like Novichok
Exponential growth like rice on a chessboard
It’s the morbid corvid curving
Carving marvel hero yearning
What you learning, yet concerning
Burning money heads turning tardis
Lockdown or not to lock down?
And look up world germ wordfare
Fly Agaric 23 medicinal prose chemically
Systemically microbially mobile and up your nose
Infectious like a mile wide smile of Spike
Skip public transport, walk write or bike
Pull down thy vanity
Incubate masturbate check your mate
Be concerned and keep sanitation tea topped up
Grow a tree, chop dub, carry water, sedate, it’s all good.
With the gloves and masks keep your high tea fresh with flasks
The elixir pixar pixel pixie tricky chunky tangy juice under tang me? If the virus came from…
Getting Sober For March?
When toilet paper jokes are over you’ll be wiping your eyes
Perhaps you’ll see a corpse maybe your relative dies?
And we’ll learn together until the new dawn
How to organize resist fight and seed a new lawn?
None could see the bacteria or could know how it flow on the air
Well…we could if, we’d done our research, but no, Netflix is more important
Care to look at how suited up the Chinese are?
That hand wash and elbow bump won’t stop it bra’
Need heavy duty shit.
Bovirus Johnson and Agent Orange strike
Hazmatt ‘washed’ Handcock?
Herd immunity for the deaf dumb and blindsided
Dominic Jackpot Cummings prime suspect
With behavioural misfit Nazi eugenics
Put his head on a corona-spike outside number 10!
Grow them hospitals fast now quick smart in a hurry
Like the Chinese speed building of hospitals in a week in a flurry
Beat that and make that the new sporting competition
Who can save the most people?
Who can build the most hospitals fastest bestest biggest freshest?
Why not a race for the vaccine
Where’s the incentive for research like
1 Billion dollars for the inventor of the vaccine?
I know why these are rhetorical questions in a poem
Where’s it going?
Uncertainty and darkness then after the light
After a few months in the dark
Keep your heads and wits about you
This is how I learned to love the bomb
With an acoustic guitar and a kettle drum
With a passion for compassion for those on rations
The equivalence of all things, stay high, clean your wings
Acceptance and calm and healing hand balm
We need your intellect empathy and volcanic charm
I’m in slaying distance of a virus only three months old
It knows what I’m thinking and its heart is cold
78 degrees can kill it and stomach acids too
Get it out of your throat and into your poo
I can’t escape her clutches with drinking and smoking dutchies
Better the devil you know than hopeless sinking on crutches
Get to know your enemy study them well
Practice blindfold often, learn to trust your smell
You’re not alone, not if you’re reading this…
I know my attitudes flippant and my comedy on the piss
I’ll be here for you as long as it takes
As long as eternity, deep as great lakes
Don’t hoard like the bankers but do take your share
Know that love runs through you and all things everywhere
Don’t be like them just lead with your heart
Be a covid19 heroin 2020 plenty to do let’s start
Make Isolator Hash
Design share and build Ventilators in a dash
Makeshift shelters and army style pop-up hospices
We are at war with invisible viruses
Love all the people
78 Degrees can kill it
Drink water often, do it, swill it
Boost vitamin C, and A, and E
Grow some herbs bruv
We gonna’ need that tree
Sincerely
–Steve Fly
#PanicWanker
#Ventilator
#CovidResponseHero
A Playlist I made for some helpful supporting hacks, tricks and tips.
“In a welcome contrast to the seriousness of high-art venues, Steve Fly Agaric 23 embodies the ideal of a space-cadet savant, just barely returned from the realm of interstellar ideas but landing into perfect musical timing, without losing the traces of stardust from whatever cosmic forces returned to this atmosphere in his wake. A drummer and DJ-turned-programmer, Fly’s performance was based on a digital remixing palette he developed uniquely for the day, “BloomJamm,” which was available for free download by all conference attendees, and remains accessible to the general public via his website.
Fly’s audio samples included clips of Joyce-head Robert Anton Wilson, whose influence was also present in the work of the visual James Joyce Quarterly 56.3-4 2019 Complete_Issue_56_3.indb 422 1/14/2020 1:14:29 PM 423 artist Heather Ryan Kelley. Kelley sat beside the stage throughout the day creating live art. Though Kelley and Fly drew on overlap-ping sources of inspiration—Joyce’s Wake, RAW’s Coincidance, and elements of prepared materials and automatic improvisation—her temperament and approach are marked by a delicate exploration of the inner worlds and symbols of language, both as words and as sigla.
….
“Also departing from the Antwerp Symposium in search of unusual
adventures was “Amsterdampster,” a series of shows organized by Steve Fly Agaric 23 immediately following the performances at deSin-
gel. Each of the three Amsterdam performances was held at different locations there, including Sexyland in North Amsterdam, the Cafe Monumentje, and the Cafe Daan and Daan.
The gig at Sexyland included an explosive rant from Christian Greer on Joyce’s methods for destroying imperialism at its root, through the introduction of an anti-capitalist virus into the English/ American language via Finnegans Wake; a reprise of Bindervoet and Henkes’s performative lecture; and a set of mind-melting improvised music from Fly and Vincente Pino’s Dr. Marshmallow Cubicle. A particularly unique highlight of the evening was an impromptu offering of “Finnegan’s Wake” from the Dutch National Opera singer Cato Fordham, who first recalled discovering his brother Finn’s personal copy of Finnegans Wake strewn about somewhere, only to find himself transcendentally transported into language through its reading.
Unexpected forms of impromptu transportation also occurred at Cafe Monumentje, west of the canal in Jordaan. A real locals bar unaccustomed to performances and where English speakers are rarely found, much less welcomed, two English expats and an American—Fly, William Sutton, and myself—nervously sat in the back corner wondering how to proceed with our late afternoon gig. Emboldened by his background as a stand-up comedian, Sutton began the evening, to the relief of Fly and me. Rapping in Dutch about William Shakespeare and the power of language, Sutton dexterously transitioned to English before cuing me to talk about Joyce and read fromthe Wake.
We stumbled on Joycean gold when one of the most disinterested
regulars finally looked up from his newspaper to demand a look at what gibberish this was, and from then on, in lieu of any formal per-
formances, the entire bar spent the night cheering and shouting while passing around this weird little book. With each reader laughing
aloud until the next insisted on finding out for himself what was so
funny, the Wake proved itself again as a true pub-book-for-the-people,
while one man declared, “I’ve been at this bar every day for forty
years; we haven’t seen this kind of magic since the old days!”
From… Joyce Smithy: A Curated Review of James Joyce in Visual Art, Music, and Performance—Community and Elusive Understandings Tess Brewer, Christa-Maria Lerm Hayes, and Derek Pyle University College London, University of Amsterdam, and Waywords and Meansigns.
Acrillic Figa Jesuspect Christereogram of freestyle Acrillic Figaand thats not freestyle, makes me smile and all the time ticks tocking off the shelves, kids without food in their mouths and still gossip persists and opportunities for ___style responses are missed. Talk is cheap and my rhymes priceless. if you know me then show me your subtle moods and leave those who want to, to stay prudes. ___style sat day, i’m sittin down that’s right, and i ain’t gonna and i dunt wanna come here just to fight, or talk shit about knowing it, rather walk it by showing it. Small talk and short sentences, fake Haiku’s and fake white blues. Take offence with your ego script that i just flipped right in front of yer face, but i didn’t wanna do it like that i don’t mean YOU or YOU i mean everybody > every hue held in a zoo…
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