DEEP SCRATCH

Author: flyagaric23

  • V is for Vinyl: Fly’s Maybelogic #4 DJ mix.

    PLEASE FOLLOW THE LINK FOR THE AUDIO MIX – SPLIT INTO SEVERAL PARTS.

    –FLY.

    “Mixed by the Knu Dj fly agaric 24.
    Running timespace approx 78 earth minutes.
    A guide the 14 tracks spread about MQ#4. – http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/04/0401EditorWelcome.htm

    Recorded on the fly lyvf with two vestax turntables, one Tascam mixer and a stack of phonographic discs plus some stinky nuggets got smoked up during the mix, im fed up with all this talk about how artists say “no” to drugs – they are drugs, their brains are full of em, somebody tell me i’m wrong. The following is a textual interpretation of my own truth using the track titles and artists names arrested into the mixture – my turntables are now retrofitted to handle text books and thoughpolice. Synchronistickly one of my own turntables just went missing – i am now just a turntable manipulathor and it goes a little sumthin lyk this,

    Aphex twin druqz Anna Livia Plurabelle Ambient music for airports Brian Eno Boards of Canada Anna Livia Plurabelle John Lee Hooker Country Boy Cabbage boy sausage doctor Anna Livia Plurabelle Boards of canada, Max 404 oddity Shem the penman Cyril Cussack Pressage The media Miles Davis live at Filmore wednesday Miles Jello Biafra The big ka-boom part one Cabbage boy sausage doctor Anna livia Plurabelle Shobhan Mckenna Timothy Leary Jimi Hendrix Buddy Miles You can be anyone this time around Aphex Twin druqs T.S Eliot East Coker from the four quartets Duke Elington Solitude W.B Yeats Crazy Jane The first dream The Garage Mahavishnu Orchestra Sapphire bullets of pure love Anna Livia Plurabelle Deathcap Mushrooms fungus Flash Gordon Trip to Mars The Clash Death is a star Pink Floyd money Amendment 10 The United States Constitution Lord Buckley Hip Ghan Cabbage boy Sausage Dr. E.P T.S Eliot The dry salvages Anna Livia Plurabelle John Coltrane Ohm Pink Floyd Final cut Squarepusher Music is rotted one note United Nations Ralph Gleason Alice Coltrane Galaxy in Turiya Alice in Wonderland The Mock Turtle Mike Ladd In perspective Guitar History Prince Paul Psychoanalysis Pressage Mr. Dibbs Secret Society United Nations Ralph Gleason Saul Williams Not in our name dj goo mx Pressage Mr. dibbs Doze New World Order United Nations Ralph Gleason DJ Shadow What does the inside of your soul look like Anna Livia Plurabelle Death cap mushrooms. – http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/04/0401EditorWelcome.htm

    Steven James Pratt

  • SHANNONIGUMS WAVE 2012

    http://www.radiofreeamsterdam.com/john-sinclair-radio-show-241/

  • JOHN SINCLAIR: The Hardest Working Poet in Show Business.

    John Sinclair, the – John Sinclair, invited me to join in his gathering of mental patients at the 420′ cafe during the first new light of the winter solstice. As ever we had a funky-good time – i had a problem speaking at first due to a joint lodged in my mouth that wouldn’t budge. Try saying “New York Skunk” with a Joint in your gob. Also i sparked up the reefer before the official opening toke moment! agh, that broke my rhythm a little. John’s tireless output of work grows on a monthly basis like a counter to the U.S debt of imagination, a stream of new blogs, fresh radio shows, book launches, poetry readings, book and poetry writings, edits, and meetings with his publishers and friends, not to mention his family, daughters and grand daughters, all equally illuminated in his daily thoughts. The following is lifted directly from his website-webblog. PLEASE visit it and pay attension to his writings, He writes from his rich, encyclopedic experiences in easy to comprehend sentences. Read him.

    I have started a few different articles inspired, influenced and directly reflecting my interpretations of John’s poetry, prose’, music and cultural impact. Some of these are posted here at this ACRILLIC blog. I’ll be adding more as i edit the material and get around to posting it. Also, expect some new DJ FLY, DJ mixe’s and radio shows in the near future, John has been encouraging us to make show’s….

    http://johnsinclair.us/10for2/

    “The John Sinclair Foundation Presents
    John Sinclair Radio Show 241
    420 Café, Amsterdam
    Monday, December 22, 2008 @ 11:00-12:00 pm [20-0861]

    Larry Hayden and Steve Fly and I gathered at the 420 Café this fine Monday evening before Christmas to celebrate our existence, enjoy some Opening Tokes of New York Skunk, shoot the shit and play some music by Radio I Ching, the Howlin’ Diablos, Harmonica Shah, Little Junior Cannady, the Butler Twins, Detroit featuring Mitch Ryder, the Up, Uprising, and the great James Semark with John Dana & Ronnie Johnson from the Detroit Artists Workshop around this time of year in 1964. Merry Christmas, everybody!

    Playlist 241

    [01] Opening Music: Radio I Ching: Radio Groove
    [02] John Sinclair Intro & Opening Tokes with Steve Fly
    [03] Howlin’ Diablos: Back Door Santa
    [04] Harmonica Shah: The Life of Every Party
    [05] Little Junior Cannady: Everybody Likes What I Got
    [06] Butler Twins: Might As Well
    [07] John Sinclair Conversation with Steve Fly
    [08] Detroit featuring Mitch Ryder: Rock & Roll
    [09] Up: Come On
    [10] Uprising: Long Hard Road
    [11] John Sinclair Conversation with Steve Fly
    [12] James Semark: John Coltrane Rhythm Ballad for All
    [13] John Sinclair Closing Comments & Outro
    [14] Closing Music: Howlin’ Diablos: X-Mas in Jail
    [15] Baba Israel Outro > RFA Tag

    Hosted by John Sinclair for Radio Free Amsterdam
    Produced, edited & assembled by John Sinclair
    Recorded & posted by Larry Hayden
    Executive Producer: Larry Hayden
    Special thanks to Steve Fly at the 420 Café

    Looking at my logs for 2008 at the end of the year I was gassed to think back on all the places I’d made episodes of the show during the year, starting and ending at the 420 Café and hitting other Amsterdam spots like the Rock-It Coffeeshop on the Nieuwmarkt, The Dolphins by the Leidseplein, Coffeeshop Basjoe, Eat at Jo’s in the Melkweg, Hempshopper on the Singel canal, Overtoom 301, OCCII, and the Cannabis College.

    On my travels I made programs at WWOZ Radio, Piety Street Recording, Handa Wanda’s, and in the streets of New Orleans on Mardi Gras; at the Butchers inn, No Cover Studio, the Holice P. Woods Studio, the Jazz Loft and the Bohemian National Home in Detroit; SkyDog Tower in Paris; Tokyo Hipsters Club and the Ooze Charm Coffeeshop in Tokyo; the ZXZW Festival in Tillburg and Megaplaten in Utrecht, NL; Pheasant Hollow Winery in Wittenburg IL; Common Ground on the Hill and the Roots Music & Arts Festival in Westminster MD; Piazza del Erbe and Cafe Mentelocale at the International Poetry Festival in Genoa; Lee Harris’ Croft in East Anglia UK and a ton of shows in London including the HeadPress Bunker, Royal Festival Hall, City Inn Art Cafe, CafÈ Oto, World’s End Tavern, Raindance Film Festival HQs, Biddle Bros. Bar, Second Layer Records, Rough Trade Records, Bamalama Poster Shop, Big Green Books, Waterstones Books and Resonance Radio at The Foundry.

    Man! No wonder they call me the Hardest Working Poet in Show Business. That’s covering a lot of ground for a man who made 67 years old last October 2nd, if I do say so myself.

    I was enjoying a very relaxing holiday season at my new residence in Amsterdam near the Oosterpark where Steve Fly & Sweet Jane have made a room for me when all of a sudden both of my hosts were gone to visit their families in England and Norway, respectively, and I was all alone on Christmas Eve. To keep from getting lonely I thought I should begin a major year-end-type project and, after bringing all my files as up-to-date as I could manage, I took on the exhilarating task of assembling a new book from my 44-year treasure trove of writings.

    For some years now I’ve wanted to make a book of my writings from and about New Orleans called Mardi Gras to the World, and once I put my nose to the grindstone I had a ball digging out everything I could find in my files, knocking the dust off, up-dating and beating up the writing a little bit and stitching the pieces together to make up a fairly coherent compendium of stories from 1976-2008, as follows:

    MARDI GRAS TO THE WORLD
    By John Sinclair
    A HeadPress Book

    [01] Mardi Gras to the World: Running the Streets of the Crescent City
    [02] Make A Joyful Noise: New Orleans Calling
    [03] Keeping Jazz Funerals Alive: Brass Bands & Backstreet Culture
    [04] Big Chief Got A Golden Crown: The Wild Indians of New Orleans
    [05] The Bach of Rock: Professor Longhair
    [06] Stone Originators: Dave Bartholomew & Earl Palmer
    [07] How Long Must I Wait? Tommy Ridgley
    [08] Soul Queen of New Orleans: Irma Thomas
    [09] Give Me My Flowers Now: Johnny Adams
    [10] Unsung Heroes: Chuck Carbo, Eddie Bo, Deacon John, Snooks Eaglin
    [11] Ain’t Gonna Be No Stopping: Ernie K-Doe
    [12] The Wolfman Is at Your Door: Walter “Wolfman” Washington
    [13] Fiyo on the Bayou: The Meters
    [14] Yellow Moon Rising: The Neville Brothers
    [15] Prophets with Honor: Harold Battiste & Wardell Quezergue
    [16] Turn On Your Volume Baby: New Orleans on the Radio
    [17] Record Men of the ’90s: Carlo Ditta, Gary Edwards, Harris Rea
    [18] Remember Me? Roland Stone
    [19] Louisiana Medicine Man: Coco Robicheaux
    [20] Invitation to a Ghost Dance: White Buffalo Prayer
    [21] Carrying It On: Updating the Traditions
    [22] A Very Joyful Kind of Thing: The New Orleans Nightcrawlers
    [23] Born with the Funk: Davell Crawford
    [24] Jazz Funk from the Future: Michael Ray & the Cosmic Krewe
    [25] 21st Century Blues: Chris Thomas King
    [26] Wade in the Water: Notes from New Orleans After the Flood
    [27] Go Get Your Big Chief: Mardi Gras in New Orleans 2008
    [28] Provenance & Publishing Credits

    © 2009 John Sinclair. All Rights Reserved. – http://johnsinclair.us/10for2/

    Steven James Pratt

  • C is for COINCIDANCE 1:11 PART 2.

    How do i say it? how to describe the synchro-mesh of tech-support Dr. Robert Anton Wilson has provided humanity?

    http://tsogblogsphere.blogspot.com/

    Well, i am editing my NOVEL at the moment, and i hope this will help contextualize some of my “saying it” but of course its limited. Sometimes its best to let the texts speak for themselves, and so the author, Coincidance:A Head Test. By RAW is possibly my favourite of RAW’s operating manuals for spaceship word. The HUMANITAS shines through on aspects of Economics, Religion, Politics, Science and conspiracy theory with a “precision and research” based language unparralled in 21st century culture, plus a dram’ of HILARITAS and a wind of goodcheer puts RAW at the TOP OF THE TREE for me, regarding the capturing of what it’s like to live in the 2st century – in English.

    The big questions for us in 2009 of Consciousness, Mind and matter, Brain and Mind, Artificial Intelligence, Nanotechnology and social cybernetics are tested and noted in all of RAW’s writings since around 1958. The consistency and the accuracy of Robert Anton Wilson’s choice of quality critters – whom have circled him like a flock of Hawks for over 50 years help to make his reseacrh and feedback all the more credible in 2009 IMHO. Starting with only Giordano Bruno and Giambattista Vico you can see how they’re arguments from way back then are today at the forefront of the majority of crisis, conflict and mis-understanding around the world. Centralization of power and the rejection of poetic myth and poetic history as a form of good statemenshop in favor of faith-based and divinely guided – church/states, for one example. And when these heretical peaceniks are woven into sentences, chapters, books and beyond by BOB they sit, like jewells in a timeless – space – floating inbetween states. A MAYBE. To be apprehended by the reader at any time if thy will, but by no means presented to them defacto! as a noun. A Thing, to either blame or worship as a saviour. Just a better, more intelligent data-field from which to begin asking better and more intelligent questions, hopefully from a comprehensive HUMANISTIC perspective. Thought-Actions on behalf of all-humanity. We need more of these thought-actions in aid of all humanity, like the works of Bucky Fuller, to pull together and put the fundamentalist materialist faith-based fossils into museums and Zoo’s, on display for the public to read and compare.

    “It is amusing (or bemusing) to note that binary and I Ching are not only isomorphic to Finnegans Wake but also, as Martin Schoenberger has noted, to the genetic code. — RAW. Coincidance. p. 165.

    “i am alpha and omega, the first and the last, saith the lord. — Revelations 1:11.”

    “The double helix of the DNA does indeed look like a “strandentwining cable” and it is distincly odd that Joyce seems to have had the ALP and O and 1 binary symbols in mind so long before FW. — RAW. Coincidance p. 170.

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    Steven James Pratt

  • M.C. Escher and Finnegans Wake & MONK

    In searching for visual metaphors for Joyce’s master-built – Finnegans Wake – the great master of impossible objects to the eye – M.C Escher stands as a near perfect puzzle fit. If the word were able to be broken down into the 17 wallpaper – tessilations – then Finnegans Wake would be the SPANISH CASTLE MAGIC – the deployment of all wallpapers within a laboratory space – investigating and remixing itself, turning the world inside out, upside down with mathematical precision. Making the impossible equations of Quantum Mechanics and the newer fields of Consciousness studies into new MAPS, CHARTS, DIAGRAMS and TOOLS. With which to make further readings with.

    Searching for M.C. Escher by name in Finnegans Wake turns up such possible – mini impossible ESCHER DRAMAS – made more probable by Joyce – such as:

    “Fortissa, that Honuphrius has blasphemously confessed under
    voluntary chastisement that he has instructed his slave, Mauritius, to
    ur;,e Magravius, a commercial, emulous of Honuphrius, to solicit
    the chastity of Anita. Anita is informed by some illegitimate
    children of Fortissa with Mauritius (the supposition is Ware’s)
    that Gillia, the schismatical wife of Magravius, is visited
    clandestinely by Barnabas, the advocate of Honuphrius, an immoral
    person who has been corrupted by Jeremias. — J.J. F.W.     P 572.

    “Of course, my
    pledge between us, there’s no-one Noel like him here to
    hear. Esch so eschess, douls a doulse! — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, 588.

    That’s the point of eschatology our book of kills reaches
    for now in soandso many counterpoint words. What can’t be
    coded can be decorded if an ear aye sieze what no eye ere grieved
    for. — J.J, F.W. P. 482.

    “He beached the bark of his tale; and set to husband and vine:
    and the harpermaster told all the living conservancy, know
    Meschiameschianah, how that win a gain was in again. — J.J, F.W    . p. 358

    I’ll leave the rest to the imagination. Google Escher, look at his work, now read some of Finnegans Wake – and maybe even listen to some Theolonious MONK.

    Steven James Pratt

  • GA is for GRAFFITI ABORTISEMENT

    GRAFFABORTISEMENT!

    “There are doubtless millions of people that are fascinated by the technical prowess and exacting graphic skill of one, Maurits Cornelis Escher. His imagination captured mine at a very early age, probably the first visual art that actually grabbed my deficient attention. I developed an early interest in mathematics, no doubt assisted by the many wonderful prints that Maurits would labour over tirelessly. I have been considering ‘remixing’ his work for years, and its eventually come to pass. I’m working on a set of three tributes. ‘Writing Hands’ is also a tribute to the world of graffiti WRITERS, part of a new campaign ‘Human Writes’ aswell – although it seemed pretty obvious to substitute the drawing pens with a marker and an aerosol can, the execution was purposefully loose. — CHU http://www.schudio.co.uk/blog/2009/m-c-escher-tribute-2-of-3/

    Some Aerosol Graffiti Artists’ manifest “imposseeblu” objects, sombunall based on alphabetical forms. Some BURST others bust! Graffiti Artist.n.t – blowing up – Alphabits with wind and semantext & putting word and world back together, back on the wall humpty fell from. Repairing the great language crash of 2009. Some Impossible lettengineers pay structural tribute to M.C Esher. Some experimental ASTRACTIVISTS use& Gurilla attack systems of Graffiti application, and deployment, adding to the information quotent within the surprise = information equation. span style=”font-size:130%;”> CHU‘s latest TRILOGY are a self-described “tribute to M.C ESCHER and GRAFFITI ARTISTS worldwide.” Parts 1 & 2 have been deployed already – we await the 3’rd. Waterfalls? 3 cubes? Mobius Strip II?

    Bebop turned Broadway upside down. Graffiti Art and has turned the modern ART Gallery INSIDE OUT. The streets have become galleries, again. With hidden treasure and tales for attentive observers. Publik Big Brother public amuses himself, themself and itself. Most Graffiti Artists have an inbred rejection of faux icons and defend the word-world by perpetually turning things inside out. Outside in. Like the experience a witnessing an Escher world view.
    Pirating instruments and techniques to decorate and reconstruct environments, out smarting culture vulture by decades. Aeons. Some Graffiti ARTISTS in 2009 are on the cusp of putting some meaning back into HUMAN RIGHTS with HUMAN WRITES. Making sense of a topsy turvey world, faux Image, woided-word and manipulated meaning – hijacked by the greed monsters, Advertising execorpses, Vulture Ministers and Whig Botherhood. Spin doctored. Antidoted by GRAFFABORTISEMENT! CHUSIDEOUT.

    —Fly Agaric 23. 7th Feb. 2009. 1.50. Amsterdam. Netherlands. Listening to John Coltrane Ballads.

    Notes and LINKS of interest:

    “flip yourself head over heels, as if swinging over a waist-high horizontal bar in front of you. Now your heart is on the same side as the mirror-person’s heart-but your feet and head are in the wrong places, and your stomach, although at approximately the right height, is upsidedown. So it seems a mirror can be perceived as reversing up and down, provided you’re willing to map yourself onto a creature whose feet are above its head. It all depends on the ways that you are willing to slip yourself onto another entity. — Douglas Hofstader. The Mind’s I: Fantasies and Reflections on Self and Soul (co-edited with Daniel Dennett)”

    “If a nonspinning inertial observer looks along his axis of symmetry, he sees his coaxial nonspinning inertial peers apparently nonspinning with respect to himself, as we would expect. – Godel_metric

    “QIUP – Quantum Inseparability Principle, named by Nick Herbert: the impossibility of existentially separating observer and observed. –- Dr. Robert Anton Wilson Quantum Psychology. New Falcon Press. Page. 107.

    “I also updated the piece to depict a modern market area, a supermarket or shopping mall, filled with glass panels (shamelessly achieved by the use of a paper edge). Instead of the three views culminating in exit points to organic backgrounds or nature, I chose to make the whole space an interior, with backgrounds of a shop, car park and a public sliding-door entrance. The figures are also modernised; cash machine, struggling pensioners, drunks, maintenance orderly and shoppers. — http://www.schudio.co.uk/blog/2009/m-c-escher-tribute-2-of-3

    “as if everything were not in displacement, detour, transference, metaphor everything is in the love potion of seduction… —Jean Baudrillard writes in Dust Breeding, 2001.

    “We used to think that physics described the Universe. Now we know that physics only describes what we can say about the Universe. — Niels Bohr. Quoted from “Quantum Psychology. RAW.”

    “The matrix is the kind of film about the matrix that the Matrix could have produced — Jean Baudrillard.

    “Consciousness is not only a way out of the evolutionary impasse, says Hilbrandt, but also an escape from the snares of Godelization, for by means of paralogistic contradictions this solution has sidestepped the contradictions to which every system that is perfect with respect to logic is subject. So, then, the universum of the personoids is fully rational, but they are not fully rational inhabitants of it. — “Non Serviam” from A Perfect Vacuum: Perfect Reviews of Nonexistent Books by Stanislaw Lem. Copyright 1971 by Stanislaw Lem; English translation copyright 1979, 1978 by Stanislaw Lem, Reprinted by permission of Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc.”

    Steven James Pratt

  • DRIBLOGLYPHY

    “We can still say nothing about the wave” –Ira Pod, Badchthumpered Peanas. A Musical
    counterpint ode to McGunnius. Renaissance Repress.”—Ira Pod.

  • CALCIUM RITUAL CHALKING. Chapter 56.

    The right mitten of Plush rubbed the honey-wax disk percussively in backward and forward motions, while QUICKLY lifting the stylus-needle out of, and dropping it back into a groove-path somehwere else within the spiral dance. Like a night-scene from a miniature urban construction camp. The manipulation of the disks and the calendrical languages encoded and pressed into them comes across like one hand clapping for just a brief second or a persistent prod, a horizontal poking action with the hands, wrist, elbow and shoulder. A hammering of staccato like rhythms – pulling his own shoulder and arm into a lurching movement, often on beat with the tone-arms movement. The “BEE HERE” goggles that provided Plush with a third-person platform – AQUARIUM SPACE, also helped Plush attenuate the audio-sensory apparatus to a more refined feeling out of – and into – the ears for a change. Plush was growing himself new ears and listening into other worlds.

    A fiber optic -coral – cable connected Plush with the Alturntable via a face-mask covering his nose and mouth, that monitored his heart and lung activity, eventually synchronizing the respiratory and blood management systems with the altable working. Producing bio-riddimic F-E-E-D-B-A-C-K. Percy walks through the garage door carrying a bright red sack a sack with the words “quicklime movies” printed in bold applewhite text, his face already marvelling at the swaying and sensual dance of Plush at the ALTABLE, gathering our history’s back, road testing the technology.

    “Chalks” Plush said, all of a sudden, breaking the 3 minute silence.
    “Chalks?” Percy replied, crouching near the backwall, busy scrawling coxeter graphs with his assortment of limestone crayons and calcite devices he uses for marble finnishes, and spezzazo graff.

    Plush’s resiliant skin flashed green-lozenge, like mottled lime peel whenever the altable lights flickered up onto his face, revealing his chlorophyll complexion, thought Percy, tackling the SU7 group of crystallagraphic structures. Almost like a crocodile green, he went on, but smoother like velvet, almost like the indelible Swamp Hulk. Percy smiled.

    “Ch all ksss” Plush chanted aloud, turning 180 degrees to the left and then to right, like the way Theolonious Sphere Monk used to spin, looking up 120 degrees above the horizon. Swaying, maybe holding a sacred breath?

    “Len tic u lar!” Plush said slowly, with a sense of pax. Half communicating with an extraterrestrial cuttlefish within his aquarium about Iridophore plates: shells composed of tiny, calcium carbonate plates called “coccoliths”, a term coined by Thomas Huxley and Coccolithophorids roughly translating into English as (“round-stone-bearers”). (See end NOTES and wiki links).

    Mike walked methodically over to where Plush stood and presented him with the modified saxophone mouthpiece to try out, while noticing the luminous beads of salted sodium crystals dripping down the side of his now minted playhouse face. Percy gazes across the garage space at Mike’s hands, they’re surrounded by the exoskeletal lattice, reaching out approximately 6 inches in all directions and supporting the G-matrix membrane suit which Percy had designed and built this last year based largely upon the modified genetic engineering and biomimicry studies of the cuttlefish and some of the newer Cybertectural extensions of geodesic and dymaxion design science principleslike thise developed by the master – R. Buckminster Fuller.

    “Orthosis is a device which attaches to a limb, so now the MPHDJ suit behaves like a total Orthosis skin and it proves that i know what i am doing.” said Percy, drawing patterns in the airspace spinning around his head with his drumstick wand brushyamacallit.

    “And now the teleportation out of my skin, and into a new skin, skin up! so mote it be.” Percy chanted after spinning in several circles, stepping out in many directions and making elaborate hand-sign language. Not unlike breakdancing and sign-language nurturing a new ideogramic love child.

    “Gypsum megacrystals of Naica. DNA delivery systems. Aragonite. The limestone cowboys calling CaCO3 Rock marble limousine. Mini coccolithophores to White Cliffs and blooming satale-light pics. Cuttlebones and human bones. Whitewash. Calcareous Nannoplankton. Quicklime Apple Flash. Calcium Oxide: mortar. Calcareous endoskeleton made of corals-coats. Bio-Rock. Seacrete! both Calcium carbonate. CHalking of of the altables running on chalk man.” Plush said, avoiding verse. Still putting it all together, temporarily in a strange new way, Mike thought.

    “I may see what you are chalking about, but now the levels of magnitude and orders of abstraction leave me oscillating in chaosmos, Plush. The Third person platform gameplay confuses some of my thoughts” Percy said, in admiration of the de-patterning results.

    “Your most probably right there, Percy, what you say, yeah, i feel my activities and experiences racing along so quickly, i can hardly catch them to drop an anchor, ya know?” Plush said, with an unsure look about him, rather unsure, yes, for the first time this evening, uncertain about why he was continuing this historical altable ritual in an old garage, as some book-lung gills quivered like 100 vaginas in a glass cabinet under the stairs, was this worth it? Plush thought.

    “Even your backbone is mostly made up from a mixtur between chalk and marble in some sense. Ha,” shrugged plush, now smiling again at the interconnection of these things. Percy peers over Plush’s elbow to sneak a better view of the dexterous finger work and palm skidds displayed upon the honey-wax disks revolving upon the altable.

    Plush touched his thumb to his ring finger, drawn a deep breath and made a human five pointed pentagram, his face like that of a petty thief upon a cross.

    -Fly.

    NOTES:

    Batches of pigmented plaster (ground alabaster or gypsum) modified with animal glue are applied to molds, armatures and pre-plastered wall planes in a manner that accurately mimics natural stone, breccia and marble. In one technique, veining is created by drawing strands of raw silk saturated in pigment through the plastic mix. Another technique involves trowelling on several layers of translucent renders and randomly cutting back to a previous layer to achieve colour differential similar to jasper. When dry, the damp surface was pumiced smooth, then buffed with a linen cloth impregnated with Tripoli, a siliceous rottenstone, and charcoal; finally it was buffed with oiled felt; beeswax was sometimes used for this purpose. Because the colours are integral to the plaster, the pattern is more resistant to scratching than with other techniques, such as painting on wood.– http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scagliola

    Calcium carbonate is a chemical compound with the chemical formula CaCO3. It is a common substance found as rock in all parts of the world, and is the main component of shells of marine organisms, snails, and eggshells. Calcium carbonate is the active ingredient in agricultural lime, and is usually the principal cause of hard water. — http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calcium_carbonate

    “Like many phytoplankters, coccolithophorids can form immense blooms – in this case, the blooms are so distinctive, they can be seen from satellite pictures. When the coccoliths from these blooms settle down to the ocean floor, they create thick deposits which, through geological processes, form chalk – including chalk used for classroom chalkboards! The famous white cliffs of Dover, in southern England, are the result of Coccolithophorid blooms and coccolith deposits. — http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coccolith

    “sewage treatment to reduce acidity, to harden, as a flocculant, and to remove phosphates and other impurities; in paper making to dissolve lignin, as a coagulant, and in bleaching; in agriculture to improve acidic soils; and in pollution control, in gas scrubbers to desulfurize waste gases and to treat many liquid effluents. It has traditionally been used in the burial of bodies in open graves, to hide the smell of decomposition, as well as in forensic science, to reveal fingerprints. It is a refractory and a dehydrating agent and is used to purify citric acid, glucose, dyes and as a CO2 absorber. It is also used in pottery, paints and the food industry. Furthermore, quicklime is used in epidemics, plagues, and disasters to disintegrate bodies in order to help fight the spread of disease. CaO is a key ingredient in the nixtamalization process used to create corn hominy and masa or tortilla dough. In ancient India, before the discovery of soap, it was mixed with sand and used to clean ones body, while it was also used to build houses. — http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quicklime

    “Changing color: Cuttlefish are photochromic, and are sometimes referred to as the chameleon of the sea because of their remarkable ability to rapidly alter their skin color at will. Their skin flashes a fast-changing pattern as communication to other cuttlefish and to camouflage them from predators. This color-changing function is produced by groups of red, yellow, brown, and black pigmented chromatophores above a layer of reflective iridophores and leucophores, with up to 200 of these specialized pigment cells per square millimeter. — http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuttlefish

    “Calcium concentration in natural seawater is about 420 ppm[4]. When used for this purpose, lime water is also referred to as “Kalkwasser”. Lime water, or some variation of it, is also used in tanning and making parchment. The lime is used as a dehairing agent based on its alkaline solution.[5] — http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lime_water

    “Luciferase is a generic name for enzymes commonly used in nature for bioluminescence. The name itself is derived from Lucifer, which means light-bearer. The most famous one is firefly luciferase (EC 1.13.12.7) from the firefly Photinus pyralis. In luminescent reactions, light is produced by the oxidation of a luciferin (a pigment), sometimes involving Adenosine triphosphate (ATP). The rates of this reaction between luciferin and oxygen are extremely slow until they are catalyzed by luciferase, often mediated by the presence of calcium ions (an analog of muscle contraction)[1]. – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luciferase

    “It’s a bit like something out of the famous sci-fi horror movie Alien. Before they have even hatched, cuttlefish embryos can peer out of their eggs and spot potential prey. It is the first time any animal has been shown to learn visual images before they are born. Ludovic Dickel and his colleagues at the University of Caen Basse-Normandy, France, made the discovery by placing crabs alongside cuttlefish eggs in a series of laboratory tanks. — http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/7435757.stm

    “A recently-discovered modern gastropod that lives near deep-sea hydrothermal vents illustrates the influence of both ancient and modern local chemical environments: its shell is made of aragonite, which is found in some of the earliest fossil molluscs; but it also has armor plates on the sides of its foot, and these are mineralised with the iron sulfides pyrite and greigite, which had never previously been found in any metazoan but whose ingredients are emitted in large quantities by the vents. — http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gastropod

    “Whitewash, or calcimine, kalsomine, or calsomine is a very low cost type of paint made from slaked lime (calcium hydroxide) and chalk (whiting). Various other additives have also been used. — http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lime_water

  • N is For Nine Tales Remixed into 1111 woids:

    http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fflyagaric23%2Fbear-full-mix-july-19th-2009& BEAR HOME MIX: DJ FLY AGARIC 23 by flyagaric23



    Universe Contains a Maybe. Go Get your self off the shelf, climb down the tube and un-stitch your mouth, weave, come on out, shout out, together now. Truck Censorship, Up. reach out, teleport to Geneva, teach out the peach box, call me the Queen of foreva, teach the furtive fruits from the roots, from the shoots, meditate on the river. Squat. State your ground ground your state. Dive in swim with Me’Eva forever and flock censorships to shore. You add the adjective ending to the Law of fives and Burroughs. Diva dives and rises with a Beat-box to put minds in flux. Break out the prison planet damn it. Walk through the walls Kick out the JAMS. Slam your tongue and have a conscious nice day, day in day out and about, kicking in/out the jams with boots coated in SaTiVa, Shiva Finnevil. Blowing wind melody, laying mellow day dreams with tunes from flutes, living in the “DICE” days. Let the wind speak. Kiss my LPs The Keys. (Burp) the the blind speak (Burp Bap) Embracing change, an open mind with a mic’, Diva eva Allieva the world debt of imagination of imagination. Eva electronic Diva. Get your self off the factory shelf moth flickers!, Time to deliver the way of the winding wynding river. Maybe Nine patterns in nine-four timespace, 123 BPM. shroom TeleTelecommunication fast EH! Fast EH! whizz-bang the peed of soundead. Wholly Chao! Wholly Chao! All along the River watchbanktowers. Un-stitch time with the Maybes of NINE time, Eva herself, yourself, ourselves, minutia of greater organisms. Mini MC Elves. Go DO It Trucking do it! start collaborative writing projects like lightening. We live love and learn as one family, join us, maybe in our non-equation gravy tea room. Wind and stars. Words and lights. Jimmy Calendrix pulls out a lighter tonight. Chimera of Nine Millennium bugs in a boogie, from fertile bogs. Percussive sound wholesome like Clogs. Don’t disturb Eva. Code values 9/9/99, the usual data appears absent. Shut down. Rule Lasagna. Nines to mean shutdown. Rule Lasagna. History shot-down. Who’s the author, who’s the author.

    Since way before before History history, from the sky and sea of green tea came the spirit of great Borsky. Tele-ported from 54 BC. Poet bard inventor of mystickle cakes ice cream cakes. Borsky bakes History’s mystery solid to the pan of pun. Leaves scraps for the dog pan. Borsky of the Bong gone eara, days of crazy wisdom, with wit of Banshee and Tongue of tong fu tea. Casting light back out to sea and sky and making the shoes fit snug with a super-lace, knotting land and sky together, Borsky moth flickers! To cross again is not to cross, polite line, do not get cross. Pulling down the sky, Emcee Borsky of the Eburonic Chapter for ‘Pataphysical Research. Borsky To the B Sky Bee Boy Broadcasting Tea tymespicy. Wholly Chao! An ode to Eris and Everyware. Tetra-teleporting slack spyme juice. Borsky on the loose. Ubiquitusk. Tie it up nice to your face. Slingshot rotten teeth bullets to fix the world web. Beat-box the Battle of the French Canadian Bean Field Soup, keep Spitting Maybe debris, phalanx of panarchy. Baba Borsky. Invoking She, and doubtfulness with finesse so slick that it can undress your daughters of congress. Fix this mess, Baby logic can fix this chest of draws. All here now in the room and Borsky will not flee or pee his panties. He stands besides me. Us, on the magic bus, the Maybe baby class of 07. who’s the author, who’s the author.

    Toby Jongleur perceptions angular, aerospace engineer, i can make flowers bloom in triangular patterns in the shape of a mouse ear. If i want. Or just sit by the riverside drinking from a fount singing this Lament of a Groan Man. Smoking a Sherman. No lamb just mint. From hour to theur you listen and hear the Bronx cheur from the folks that give ear n’ eye to Jogleur the Juggleur, spayking is clear as a king. Even after a beur or three, or seven other relative Instruments. Jongleur shows no fear of hell nor of heaven. n’J after class. Rah, Rah, Rah! Rest in Discord RAW! Coincidance Hall TJ passes a year in a single tear. Strong heart of a red deer. Smiling in a nation of racial profiling, harmonica harmony for humanica, solar symphony. TJ mossy software engineer. Shaman of the world and your gentle to your mum. Shaman to turn New York into Amsterdam. Bard TJ financier of words, pioneer volunteer for Humanica, joining hearts and minds together. Got cauliflower ear from days playing Rugby. You put the verb stem in, you take the ending out, At the last frontier getting young wonderers into freewheeling gears for the whole worlds rising day, the world premier of the third seer. No Slaves, No Tyrants, No Discord. TJ metallurgical engineer. The nine gods of Egypt descended from eleven. This Sweet story weaves nine stitches in timespice, and brings nine dogs with nine tales up in hods to the fifth floor. See rectanguleur and sleep away with me with that sheep you dimensional meddling little bus stand! Who’s the author, who’s the author.

    Figure it out yo, just do the Mathias, figure it out yo yoshi yoshi. Like Hungry DavI.D Thoreau up. Me the math face, X,Y Z graph reads “T” thats “T” time for the staff, Math of the snow on the flow. On your face! Eh! Universe Contains a Maybe. Acid rain guitar moth flickers. Snow like missiles of bass when entering the vessels of the lasagna brotherhood, Rule Rule Rule Lasagna. Do the math in the snow, you’ll piss the test! Do the math like the graph, drink the red Bordeaux, who got the flow? (let me hear ya?) SNOW. Who got the flow? (let me hear ya?) SNOW. Who got the flow? Ra Ra Ra! Yush! (let me hear ya?) SNOW. Who can make it cold, hot however you go. Between your eyes on the dance floor at the disco, Eh! Shake it. Eh! Bake it. you put the future tintz of sum in & you milkshake it all about. in concord with number & person. Eh Eh ” Universe contains some gravy. Me crazy flinging lyrics like Tessa Sanderson. With my Snow hammer throw i knock punks down, Yo, i’m even a CEO of a little picture show. It’s a long way to tickle Mary. Do the Math, read the graph, switch on. Turn on to the Math Snow TV show your face place. On the case like John Holmes. Comb back your hair and drop the gun slow honey, snows gonna melt your mind down to chemical elements, right clown to your little toe, snow flow gets in between every toe and paints it in the style of Vincent Van Gough, a tidal flow of menstrual snow can defeat an empire in one, two, three, lasagna slings. Tic-tac-toe time me and my nine we got game to play. Come on moth flickers, paint up your game theory, do the math, my rhymes a Graph, a Glyph and a spliff. All that is, is metaphor. For burning snow mathias man, fire and the Ice Nine. Time to tell a Tub truth or two. Who’s the author, who’s the author.

    The puppet, and the puppeteer. Me and my crew all got a tattoo saying Statutory Apeshit. We are the nine, know no fear. Hard, tuff, Teeth of George Washington, Hair of Kool keith. Listen up you might cat shit. With a copper Aura protecting the flora. Kick out the Jams moth flickers. Me and my brothers and sisters worked our selves into blisters for this life and shampoo. Now we bloom. I got the sauce and the verse noodle, the chrome and the curse, make rhyme tints for the review. ragu, shows you how to break through, with just a gym shoe and a tube of glue, ragu can make do, and now debut to the ground crew the strength of his home brew, ha ha, Ragu can renew the word, undue the absurd with a pool cue. Maybe Baby Ragu can see through the untrue and can subdue the political beef stew that threatens you with Minnesota-style decency. Ragu helps us pull through the intro-verse and traverse the “Universe” (Let me hear the stars) No taboo, all walls to be walked through, use magic fish stew, Oyster stew, kangaroo Ostrich stew. Wholly Chao! Wholly Chao! Rag studied in Timbuktu, got mad knowledge in the bag. Travelled to Kalamazoo to learn Kazoo from Master How Tsu Do. Ragu rhymes like a walking shoe, traveling soul about the world in my black bamboo earrings, reading, writing, daydreaming, sleep-dreaming, pot-smoking, feeding various neighborhood critters, and playing poker. Ragu the Queen of hearts Ragu the Joker. Favorite Student. Fun Uncle. Devil’s Advocate. Unwilling Recruit. Far-Out Friend. Maddening Boyfriend. Diplomat. Bureaucrat. Dreamer. But Who’s the author, who’s the author.

    Tsar bright eyes tongue made of blue stars. Coincidence? Synchronicity? Cosmic Hilaritaste? just a taste. Wrestle with Malignant Extraterrestrials and Gawd while still scratching my face. Minjah Minja who bakes mysteries into edible puppets, action at a distance, effects from afar eye, living laws of five, maybe nine till five? Minja telepathic radar, solid as iron bar, tuned in with her super-Dog star, vigilant like a patrol car, on track like a railroad car and her sweet music, the sounds of minja on her old steel guitja. Minja is healthy, like rain like a salad bar, or Sushi bar, or yugoslavian dinar. Government Puja pusher. Minjah knows where what how and who you are. Left her Dogmas at the door. Telkepathic action at a distance, knowledge from afar, star born! Minja no kiddin’ turns out city lights when travelling back through a time hole. Turn you into a granola bar with my verse so far a crumbling strategy, and im just getting warm, waking up sons. aka Puller. Ninjah! Minjah! The words gonna Get Cha! Wife, momma, youngest daughter, baby sister, favorite Auntie. Rah, Rah, Rah! Rest in Discord RAW! Who’s the author, who’s the author.

    Nip it, slap it like stand up bass. Come on now snap it on. Snap the beat in the Budd. Shuffle to NP’s beat. Shake it baby. Take it off, maybe. The universe contains a baby in the Budd. When i start to rhyme its like a terrible flash flood, nip it in the budd, dam it. Nip it in the budd Eh! Rah, Rah, Rah! Rest in Discord RAW! When i start to rhyme i go off like a scud, like a scud full of flowers. Yeah Eh! Mixed drinks in my rose garden. Rhyme in the mud, from the forests and the waterfall, i rap for Eris, Wholly chao! Nine’s crossed. A vine-hole to the Year Zero Zeroine. She in the cheese moon pulling it all in like a blog hole. History, that bloody dictionary of fundamental materialist facts incidentally recorded An ode to Eris for the Nine and for Elvis, the spirit of Rock n’ Rolled up gods, full blood Budd, mixed tipsy turvey, little rad writing pad wearing a hood. Everything and nothing are everyware now in a Web 3D spice. So lets milk it with the spirit of capitalism. Massage the udder of all cows. Nip it. Everything has vanished. Gone gone gone. Can you sell emptiness and space? SKY can! Ephemeral beings of deconstruction are eating reality. All of it, allmen. No authority can contain the water Web 3D coming all over you with slime and fluffy poodle fur and some bristles and a pink nozzle cap to paint your puzzle black. Nip it. Tuck it. Go ahead punk. Go find you Relative Instruments. Relative Instruments. Relative Relative Relative Instruments. Who’s the author, who’s the author.Fly behind the scenes

    Sweet Flock whore. Dramatic fanatic idiotic robotic word machine comes clean. Whistle Pissing Sonata. Stoned melodramatic agaric. All that is, is metaphor. Acrillic figa it out, axiomatic and diplomatic toxic in high does. Aromatic agaric but toxic. Turntable static tingle taste of Agaric. Wholly Chao! Cinematic stinking Fungus, fun gloss agaric antibiotic, auntie bionic, old tea, drink and be merry agaric, speaking semi-automatic and almost hypnotic toxic, toxicating, intoxicating, symbiotic intoxicating king of beers, and sewers. Turning to Howords Way and Immediate spacetime date tinter technology, lung wordsmanships but bogged down in a war on culture. They put holes in my raft. Hegemony, monotony, monogamy. Sturch choirs in chorus. The Spooks that spiked us? Straight authority figurines. DO Poetry, Join the Battle of the French Canadian Bean Field Souper men. Make it KNu. A stew. Make it brew Ha Ha. Unstoppable. Unknowable. Unthinkable. Your Mom. Love. Sweet FA spray particles of rim. Nine portals “driving storm” to Butter-table-minster. 1776: Starport “licks”. Forged keys. Unlicked lockgates. acrillacked restraint. Daisy-chain makers arms scaffolded. Lock, key, gate. Bow, crescent, chicane and curve. Who banks with river banks anymore anymore. Oh shit Diaper backward spells repaid. Who’s getting laid and paid with aid, who’s the author, who’s the author.

    Nonprophet, back to back to transmit the message about how we make a global massage to relax the globe, see through the fake shit, nunsrocket tool kit bag full of witty letter to make your eyelash glitter. Star fragments i emit, cutting at History; a drill bit, turntable skit fleeting in/out, shake it, Eh! Shake it! Eh. The Universe contains a maybe so bake it baby. First take at a Ken Traverse Lament, then flush it away. With Nine here in everyware world always on timespice, fresh like what’s dew to the grass, made all my base hits and reversed profits to fit the feet of prophets, dressed in a nuns gown, the Suits just can’t make it man, suits and brown shoes don’t make it, Rah, Rah, Rah! Rest in Discord RAW! “BUY IT” commit to this HIT, hoof to the record stores and buy a bit of Nine maybe, use this tool kit put my rhymes back together, together bring the weather and colur back, the wooden furniture and garden perfumes, all in the room make it, bake, twist and get off it. Wholly Chao! Wholly Chao! Lickety split. See y’all in the orchestra pit where i’ll be piloting my spit to send waves out to caves on Mars, 12 bars blues, better pack your travel kit and have your expansion bit, double knitting time and rhyme and do it legit, non-prophet. Scribe of the holy writ, allmen! That’s the future perfect pissing tints. Who’s the author, who’s the author.

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  • RED FLY STUDIOS

    I was stunned to see the website – flashed out – of the new GAME MUSHROOM MEN, from red fly studios.

    They have dug deep into mushroom folklore, biology and panspermia: (the seeeding of life on earth by extraterrestrial spores) and come up with a condensed interactive environment to explore these ideas through game play.

    I am personally thrilled by the game and all of its positive iconography and names and wordplay and – poetry. It maybe the most naturally symbiotic GAME yet, as many of the ideas correlate, somewhat, with our own earth based natural fungus infested landscapes and spore packed planet. Indeed, you can play the game and then see some of it unfold in your back garden or local forrest, field or park. You might even find an interactive species and take it back to the video game world of mushroom men and see for yourself the endless possibilities of the spore of the words.

    That Les Claypool has been involved with the project makes shroomsense and adds that extra cutting edge feeling of fungal wisdom and funkation’.

    http://mushroommen.com/news/pre-order-today

    “Mushroom Men – Rise of the Fungi tells the story of the birth of the Mushroom Men. It starts out with the simple tribe of Bolete learning to live off the land. They struggle against their environment for a time until the Amanitas Empire arrives. To their dismay, the Bolete learn that their fellow Mushroom Men aren’t any better than the hostile insects and other creatures that threaten them.

    Mushroom Men – The Spore Wars, the Wii version of the game picks up where the DS leaves off. The Spore Wars rage fully across the miniature landscape. The societies have advanced to a point where theology and metaphysical pursuits have developed. Pax does not yet understand his place in the world of Mushrooms, when he accidentally absorbs a meteorite while training with the Bolete Sage. Pax is then banished until he can bring back another of the life-giving rocks that the Sage believes made the Mushrooms sentient.”

    http://www.mushroommen.com/

    Steven James Pratt