DEEP SCRATCH

Author: flyagaric23

  • Bloom Jamm (July Update)

    Bloom Jamm (July Update)

    DOWNLOAD HERE: BloomPack

    DOWNLOAD NINJAJAMM HERE: NINJAJAMM

    For more info go here: https://flyagaric23.com/bloomjamm/


    Bloomjamm    : A Finnegans Wake NInjajamm Pack

     

    Steven Fly: Drums, Guitar, Turntable, Samples

    Karl Frisby: Bass Guitar

    Robert Anton Wilson: Vocals

    Tom Grashion: Pack Programming 

    Tim Egmond: Sample Assistance

    A sneaky funk expedition through jungles, over oceans and across savannahs, with daubs of electronica. A synchronistic Samba of Coincidance. A new tribal soundtrack with a global village stomp to boot. Bloomjamm sucks you into a wonkyworld of audio, like something David Attenborough might hallucinate. Raise the tempo, bring up the sub bass, get the party jumping and your trotters shaking.  

    Bloomjamm is an experimental musical investigation into Finnegans Wake. Crafted for a performance and give-away, at the 26th International James Joyce Symposium, Antwerp, on Bloomsday.  

    This pack features Robert Anton Wilson reading from Finnegans Wake, and singing the ballad. For more information about BloomJamm and more free download packs by Steve Fly, please visit:

    www.flyagaric23.com/bloomjamm

    Special thanks to all NinjaJamm heads, Matt, Tom, Aneek. Derek @ Waywords and Meansigns, Rasa @ Hilaritas Press, Karl, and all Joyce and RAW Ninjas worldwide. Jamm on. 

  • Watching Ducks In A Lake

    (More first thought best thought feedback from sitting in the park with a pen)

    watching the ducks in the lake

    observing older ducks stealing food from young chicks

    and a common instinct to share food

    at least among their own

    ducks seem conservative at times

    yet exhibit the instinct to share

    Unlike some greedy human ideology based on

    gene pool chauvinism competition business

     

    the less common events in the animal kingdom

    are captured on film

    a mother violently protecting her young

    an alpha male taking on another

    the extraordinary trumps the usual, the common fact

     

    the anomalies become popularised lies

    the loudest rises

    the dictator clenches his fist

    the cautious sidelined

    the thinkers insulted by certainty

    only the blind and faithful wave flags

    me with the gutter punks, the lowliest of hags

     

    each squark from a chick

    like a radar, like a find your friend app

    increase in frequency and pitch signals distress

    opportunists, and the animal instinct for survival

    stealing and deception, a fight for survival

    like weasels fighting in a hole

     

    are human no better than animals?

    what differentiates the humans from animals?

  • Prick Pop 18 In Verse

    And 2 hours before the stage collapsed, I had a mad dream:

    Small J Twotson and Kunst Wankula and
    Sarghole of Dickwadd, and Loo Yapooloose prepared
    to take the Daily Foil stage.
    It’s prick pop 18.

    A sea of thousands of white faces look out
    the occasional dot of brown and black
    most dressed in white
    teeth gleaming white hands in the air
    Waving teutonic symbols on flags

    Wankula slithers up onto the stage first
    his whisky cheeks bulging with vomit readymade
    backstage by Loo.

    Next the figure of Dickwad dressed
    as the flabby Sultan of smug village with tiny printed
    versions of himself badly ironed onto orange shorts

    Small Joe was dressed up in full
    military uniform, with a few stains around the crotch,
    he launched Alex Jonesin’ brand tactical wet wipes
    as if he psychically knew what was about to happen next
    (stole from John Oliver)

    Loo stepped up from behind his hair like a donut
    iced with Vanilla drizzle, his shades jiggled around
    and in that moment he suddenly resembled
    every male teenage idol in western history,
    Backstreetzone Biebergun Kelly.

    Half the crowd jizzed in synch
    catching it with the handy Al Jones wipe.
    And the band were yet to start.

    The first number was titled “Femministasi”
    an all white male chorus of victim-techno
    Gammonati music, like
    “The PC left stole my kitten called Klaus”
    “Where can I stroke my Unicorn now?”

    Sarghole got down on his knees near the end of
    the tune and drank from Wankula’s
    water bottle singing “I suck”

    Other notable musical abortions include
    “Brokebuck Brexit Stomp”
    “She’s a man now”
    and “Immigrant Song” a new one
    crafted by the four snakes while having tea with
    Tubby Rubberneck.

    Twotson gave out 14 kilos
    of cafeine substitute (called Jonesin) to the crowd
    they chomped it up like good little consumers.

    Next a special guest appearance
    J Peedhimself, doing an impression of Christopher
    Lee while singing on the Prick Pop anthem
    “Stairway To Oblivious”, a song about a bridge made of kippers
    that enables a torrent of frog memes to slop
    into the democratic sewer system
    and infect humanity with a case of the stupids.

    High on Jonesin, the crowd went rampant for Peed
    and some pee’d their own pants laughing.
    The brave scrambled over the fences to grab
    more combat wet wipes and jizz another one off
    before the song was over.

    But it wasn’t over, for an encore,
    out came the oldright all stirs
    Morrissey came out, dancing, mumbling,
    and fell down on Wankula injuring his forehead.

    Rungo Stars came walking out, like an aged hobbit
    his drum sticks were red and white.
    Ned Poogent scuttled onto stage like a steroid accident,
    his anger and smugness only matched
    by Ulk Hogoon and Vanilla Ice.

    Finally Sid Cock flies down from the roof dressed as missile
    he raps on “All you need is hate”
    the crowd echo their lines back at them:
    “Start hating, start fighting, we need
    freedom for our greed, for our greeeeeed’.

    The band slowly fizzle out like a booze band
    of washed up losers and youtube
    celebrity shitbags.

    The crowd vomiting and jizzing on each other
    trading used wet wipes as souvenirs
    the Jonesin formula turned out to be cut
    with Pony prostate pills.

    The happy fascists stop recording each other
    and go home to watch Top Gear

    (The line up for Prick Pop 18 includes the band
    Clarkson Darkson, Infidel Shannon, Pantsterra
    Misses PC, and The Ghost Of Jerry Fallwell.
    Speakers include: Stevil Bannon, Nigel Mirrage
    Bill The Swill Etherag, and Marine La Poison Pen.)

    Get your tickets now, while your bile is still bubbling.
    25% Off for Prick Pop Klan members.

  • Islamaphobiaphobia: A Slice Of Nightmare

  • Late Night Freestyle

    #PassportToBrexit

     

     

  • Reading Finnegans Wake: Bloomsday In Antwerp 2018

    maximum respect to DJ Stephen MC, lighting, camera crew, chief grip and soundancers, and special FX from old bill.

  • 2018 Kilgour Lecture by Cory Doctorow

    Author, activist, and journalist Cory Doctorow delivered the 2018 OCLC/Frederick G. Kilgour Lecture on April 27 at 10 am in the CURRENT ArtSpace. In his talk, titled “The Internet, Peak Indifference, and the Point of No Return,” Doctorow argues that now is the time to permanently install freedom in the world’s new electronic nervous system. The annual lecture, hosted by the UNC School of Information and Library Science (SILS), is free and open to the public. For more details, visit https://sils.unc.edu/news/2018/

     

  • What if the almanac were the Tesla papers?

    What if the almanac were the Tesla papers?

    What if the almanac were the Tesla Papers?

    And McFly was Biff
    And Biff’s nephew were Donald Trump
    And Donald Trump’s uncle was called John
    An M.I.T electromagnetic physics don?

    What if the Almanac were the Tesla papers?

    What if John Trump got into capers
    With Tesla’s secret weapons papers
    And went to Malvern in a hurry
    To build a bomb, and some radar therapy
    Was it covered in the newspapers?

    What if the Almanac were the Tesla papers?

    And Back to the Trump/Biff future
    A plan by the man to sell more arms
    What if the USA & UK & Canada
    Secretly pursued Tesla’s killingry
    While ignoring Bucky Fuller’s plans for livingry

    What if the Almanac were the Tesla papers?

    What if this little poem was coded
    And overloaded with things that exploded
    What if the worlds weapons programmes
    Nuclear, electromagnetic, high energy laser
    And space weapons all stemmed from Tesla’s work?

    What if the Almanac were the Tesla papers?

    What if, to continue a popular meme
    Dr. Emmett Brown was really mean?
    And McFly really that Biff guy
    And the Flux Capacitor from Tesla’s dream?
    I mean

    What if, the Almanac, were, the Tesla papers?

    What if all humanity deserved a cut of the
    Trillions of Dollars and Pounds of profit
    Gained from research at Malvern and other
    Weapons facilities?
    In accordance with Tesla’s free-for-all proclivities

    What if the Almanac, were the Tesla papers?

    What if John Trump travelled into the future
    And created Cambridge Analytica,
    To ensure his nephew Donald became Prez
    Who sez that’s crazy talk?
    Just google John G Trump + Malvern
    And ask yourself to wake up and smell the vapours

    What if the Almanac, were the Tesla papers?

    what if John passed Death-star plans to Reagan?
    What if Doc Brown were a charlatan like Fagin
    And Elon Musk were using Tesla’s ideas
    Free of charge, trips to mars and tiny nano-gears
    What if a white devil ruled from Skyscrapers

    What if the Almanac, were the Tesla papers?


    Footnote A:     Depending on what you know about Nikola Tesla, or have read, and believe? there’s many avenues here to jump ahead of the facts, proposing for instance, that John Trump was secretly continuing Tesla’s work on more exotic inventions, such as time-travel, and exotic weapons, and fucking weather control. If you want to explore this area of the Trump-Tesla connections, be sure to put on your tin-foil hat and watch yer’ heads goin’ in. Folks, there’s a lot of speculation, but the facts are equally sensational, makes for a heady mix. John G Trump, was indeed a technical aide for Division 14 of the National Defence Research Committee, he reviewed and analysed the Tesla papers after Tesla died. Trump was also the director of the British Branch of the Radiation laboratory based at Malvern, the BBRL, which in turn was a part of TRE, the Telecommunications Research Establishment. There’s dozens of cans of worms to turn over, but my can of worms involves Trump and his connection to Malvern, 1942.

    Some of the most influential and key figures within British and US intelligence were gathered on and around the grounds of the Old Malvern Boys School, in Worcestershire, UK. Including John Trump, and undoubtably many scientists with a shared interest in the work of Nikola Tesla. Who can estimate how influential Tesla’s ideas were in the second world war, and other conflicts were electricity and energy became weaponised? Once again, there’s a lot of room for speculation, and some people have gone all the way, proposing secret military operations that include deep tunnel projects, space colonies on the moon and mars, and interstellar spacecraft powered by advanced propulsion systems, weapons, lasers, radar. You name it. But it’s the time-travel devices that have really captured the imagination of some contemporary conspirators.

    If it takes a wild conspiracy theory about how Donald Trump’s uncle worked on a time-travel technology, that has been used and abused to ensure that Donald became President, and, that the movie Back to the future II” was trying to warn, or prepare us, so be it. Imagine Dr. Emmett Brown as John Trump, who’s using Tesla technologies to send his nephew, Biff, not Marty McFly, back through time to profit from advanced Tesla technologies. Now if Biff is in fact the Donald, and we continue the Back To The Future analogy, then we’re looking for something in the ascendence of Trump to the political kingdom that relates to the almanac? But, instead of an almanac of the results of sporting events, to make bets, win big and take over the world, what i f the almanac were in fact the Tesla Papers? Trump acts in secret, through his uncles old boys circles and manages to feed the technological Tesla almanac and it’s contents to American industrialists, such as Raytheon, Lockheed Martin, DARPA and more recently Space-X. Musk, let’s not forget, in wisdom named his super advanced car, TESLA. The first movie, Back To the Future was released on July 3rd, 1985. John trump died Feb 28th, 1985.  Death Rays, Trump, Tesla, Time Travel, Malvern and Marty McFly, Oh my.

    Some problems, first of all, so what if John was Donald’s uncle, what does that have to do with his personality, even if it’s in the genes as Donald claims when speaking of his rich intellectual heritage (meaning John Trump).  Do all Trumps have a propensity to want to make an ill mannered, belligerent, rude, greed head like Biff, and the 45th president of the United states?  There is a lot of testimony on the web claiming that John Trump didn’t touch the weapons stuff. J Trump was certainly working alongside those who built the bombs and death weapons during the second world war. After the war, we can agree that in public sight he used new high-energy technologies for the betterment of mankind, for medical applications, and ecological projects like treating sludge (Maybe Donald could have used this technology to clean the swamp, rather than drain it?) Meh, it all sounds a bit air-brushed to me, I feel that John Trump was indeed capable of working on weapons. Is a time-machine a weapon?

    “A Hymn To Powick” Coming soon….

    –Steve Fly.

  • So Prettly Prattly Pollylogue

    So Prettly Prattly Pollylogue

    https://www.ap-arts.be/en/research/so-prettly-prattly-pollylogue-james-joyce-and-art-eng

    “The poster for Bloomsday event in Antwerp. To attend the Saturday happening register separately asap, via the conference email: joyce2018@uantwerpen.be

    The charge for the whole day is 10 Euro which includes food and drinks.”

  • Some Limericks and War Business

    There was a dumb dotard called Trump
    who looked like a BBC flump
    his future seems stormy
    and wig rather tawny
    and mouth like an old camels rump.
    The was an old lady Theresa
    who lied and stole and she fleeced ya’
    she lived on young blood
    and come to no good
    I hope that the jail don’t release her.

     

    War Business?
    get a good education from your nation want to win all, and leave competition to annihilation? Business as war and war as business, into battle, into rivalry with your laws of mischief. For the win, the last man or women standing to have beat all the others, even sisters and brothers, to watch them squirm in a looser booze life, to show them who’s the boss. To have no thought for the loss. The majority are beat down. Beat down, and yet still breathing some how. So singing and dancing, working and working and dying of dichotomy. Dying a looser in a war competition. But with everything at stake, life itself business war-machine stealing food off the shelf,
    how lucky and fortunate the 1st world countries are, with lawyers and bankers and sales and PR Sell a bomb, sell a man, sell a story, fuck it, limerick bro. Fair?