Author: flyagaric23

  • Robert Anton Wilson, Kurt Vonnegut, Norman Mailer R.I.P

     Food Fight.

              The elliptical Ravioli hit Bob’s Funny Bone with a phlump. Bob‘ was already laughing like a blunted Buddha, while blinded by the blue cheese, mushrooms, pumpkin, artichoke and Tomato sauce glossing his facial features and beard like chunks of JFK’s noggin’ when Hugh Montague probably gave the go ahead  to the Dealy  Lama.

              Bob’s Hand pushed down on snake shaped latch firing the Lasagna cannon.  Droplets of the rusty red tomato sauce spraying Bob’s beard again, as the lasagna levitated skyward. Kurt is at the other end of the kitchen peeping through his extraordinarily decorated periscope next to the cooker.

    “Lasagna” cheers  Bob, rejoycing.

     “Ravioli” Kurt replies with a roar, firing his ravioli catapult while thinking how Bob’s face looked like some kind of wombat  that had been feeding on red fruit, covered in all that Ravioli and sauce.

     “Lasagna!”

     “Keep the Lasagna levitating.” sings Bob to the tune of Auld Lang Syne and licking his red lips with glee like a cat licking cream off his long whiskers.

     “Keep the Ravioli in Orbit. So it goes and goes.” Kurt echoed with a passionate and equal sincerity.

     

              Leaning in through the Kitchen window, looking over Bob’s shoulder, Norman hands Bob a Mouth Organ with a note attached that reads:

    Lasagna’ derived from the Greek.

      ‘Lasanon’ meaning ‘chamber pot’

    ‘Ravioli’ from Italian verb ‘Ravvolgere’ meaning ‘to wrap’

        ‘Lasagne al forno’ – oven-cooked Lasagne. –Norman

              Kurt notices Norman’s multi colored T-shirt that reads: “Auld Lasagna!…established by Francisco di Marco of Prato: 1408 e.v.

    “Oh, to be outside this kitchen with Norman! Spinach and minced meat in myface and these Lasagna projectiles are hot as hell.” Kurt bawled, wiping Bob’s sauce from his lovley big droopy eyes.

     “Loseyns’ Trajectories Modified, Commence launch. RAW Lasagna!” Bob said, with a nasal accent satirizing some strange mission control centre.

            Kurt watches Bob entertaining himself, covered in cheese n’ spinach, Tomato and pasta flakes, laughing in the slime, playful like a free infant.

     “Chinese ravioli and tortellini collectively, are often referred to as Italian jiaozi, according to uncle EZ.  Bob said, with bad Santa’s smile.

     

    “A Sufi that i once met called ravioli manti, Chogyam Trungpa refers to them as Momo, Ginsberg told me about the Jewish Kreplach, and Schroedinger called em Maultaschen.” Bob added. Kurt and Norman both watching the Ravioli sauce dripping off his chin like luminescent volcanic lavafalls.

              Bob moves his fingers from the catapult latch and quickly wipes the cosmic ragu debris from his chin and beard again as if psychically responding to Kurt’s observation. Kurt looked like he’d seen ghost and Bob looked like a cross between a Chinese Mystic and an auld Irish Bard from Siriusauce.

    Fly Agaric 23.

    edited: 22/12/2007.

    Kurt

    Norman

    Bob

     MLA


  • JJ is for James Joyce. EP is for Ezra Pound: transformations.

    Joyce and Pound Transformations.

    Don’t be a, I’m not going to! Sh! nothing! A cricri somewhere! Buybuy! I’m fly! Hear, pippy, under the limes. You know bigtree are all against gravstone. They hisshistenency. Garnd ond mand ! So chip chirp chirrup, cigolo – Finnegans Wake, Page 146.

    Each pioneered a new method with which to present to the rest of the world what they had learnt – Epiphany” and “Ideogramic method” respectively. Often, and more especially with Ezra Pound they presented encyclopedic information without personal commentary, quoting and using an impersonal sampledelia of worldwoid historical artifacts. Or records. They were both denounced at various times in their lives as Mcloonatics for their genius and gift. Charles Dodgson once accused Joyce of turning his back on the common man after he read Finnegans Wake; i think mebbe this was a kind of sick joke. But in 1939 when the book came out, maybe Joyce wanted to communicate some kind of turning, revolution without killingry.

    Uncle Ez experienced twoeeks in the human-bird cage while under U.S custody charged with high Treason for his famous, radical M.C’ing and Disc Calendar jockeying, while in Pisa, Italy during WWII. When he finally returned to America the scholar poet spent thirteen years in St. Elizabeths Hospital for the mentally unfit; ironically situated in Washington D.C, today a global hotspot for the mentally ill and wholly dogmatic nut job cranky leaders of the know “free” world.

    Pound called many of his villains “usurers” to denote their tendency to take a particular form of natural abundance, naturally naturally abundant in nature, and then slowly trickle this natural abundance through a corporate capitalist controlled channel the size of an average ass hole, to the rest of humanity. (99.8%) with extra added taxes, tariffs and further unholy blockages of a naturally regenerative system, ironically in the name of profit, business and “fair”trade.

    Joyce has a powerpun’t stereo effect that spins like a spiders web and knots like a vine certain propositional functions into a breathing constellation of seemingly contradicting processes, a perpetual “paradox”; throughout Finnegans Wake. A semantic vortex full of semtex. Like a poetic transcript of Joyce flicking TV channels or surfing old 30’s internet TV-web sites, seemingly on a whim with a dance and a cheer. When combined with the intelligent interactive processing of a reader, these revolting identities begin to awaken and piece themselves together seemingly miraculously to any observer; weaving a tapestry of mental imagist scenes surprisingly different from the usual subject-predicate formal logic executed in literature and modern new-speak to such devastating effect. These hierarchical and multi-valued teachings are a part of what we call maybelogic. Propositions like: “Enel-Rah” is the “Nine gods of egypt”, or “Kong Gander O’Toole” is “Kung Fu Hsei” seem to become more surreal and illogical than the use of the culpa (is), in simple everyday speech.

    This kind of is’ing thinking categorically thrusts the reader/thinker into a character identity crisis; inevitably forcing us into more flexible, non-aristotelian perceptions upon which we can crystalize relative constellations of multiple attributes, resonances and characteristics. Plurabelle. With aristotelian bricks in your breeches you may take a heavy fall. With relative maybelogic models and metaphors the bricks will transform into smaller atoms and then flowers or maybe bright mushrooms, and you will find yourself swimming back into the authors videotext; grasping at new semanticklish maps and punny gridlooks and various keys. Very Helpful items when out on the ocean surfing Finnegans Wake among the hungry great white Fnords.

    Pound developed an equally perplexing and strange new bird (new Eagle) called ‘ideogramic method’ – influenced by the chinese written character and the Oriental ideographic Zen/Buddhist/Taosit/Confucian lineage of poetry-painting. What became “ideogramic method” seems perplexing and strange to the western alphabetic culture critics who were receiving these strange new picture-poems or, axis pivots, without adequate tools for 21st Century thinking. Condensed mini dynastic dramas and fountains of seasoned prose, picking up signals from the emerging global village; our present. Alphabetical symbol systems, pictographic symbol systems, heraldic symbol systems, musical symbol systems; mixed together with meter into an epic poem, a long epic poem for a new era, a new phase, a new calendar P.s.U and a new seal for humanity. “Revolution… in the minds of the people”.

    Finnegans Wake and The Cantos together seem a kind of literal apocalypse, the end of the word as we know it. The end of the woid as we don’t know it, and the buginning of the eternity of plurality, the “Now” it, the interacting process world of the future. We seem to be entering a knu era where the kind of quantum jumping in literature synonymous with James Joyce, Ezra Pound, William S. Burroughs, Robert Anton Wilson is emerging in more wide spread cultural and social-linguistic phenomena, propelled by internet and social knittworking. This quantum jumping phenomena appears as indistinguishable from magic, prophesy and time-space travel to me. Its just a matter of the terminology used to describe the coex experience.

    Fortunately for the Maybelogic Academy and its members we had a master scholar in the works of James Joyce and Ezra Pound to help guide us through the challenging artists individual reality labyrinths, their most complex works and ideas, models, grids. Their con.texts for describing “what the hell is going on?“. Robert Anton Wilson provided the vital bridge between Finnegans Wake and The Cantos by assigning specific chapters from his 1991 book – Coincidance; providing us with multiple Skeleton Key’s, keys, corpses and texts to hang our own personal and individual world views upon, and watch grow. I highly recommend all three of these texts for every 21st century citizen as a global travel guide and introduction to the New Word order. Dr. Wilson’s 1959 Essay Joyce and Tao, seems an excellent resource for students more interested in his own fascinating relationship, stemming more than half a century with arguably the entire 20th century’s greatest writer: James Joyce.

    My own personal experience with Finnegans Wake and maybelogic has led me to construct my own personal grid, or method, for representing what i have learnt from my teachers, in hope of contributing to a wider awareness of awareness: GUCT.

    Concrete facts demonstrable in nature propose a healthy fishing pond to begin fly-fishing for fat facts. I soon discovered that the after effects upon common house flies having acrilick’d the red-golden white-cream speckled toadstool species: Amanita Muscaria, in common forests provided a perfectly harmonious semantic “grid” for me to present my imaginative ripples and thought patterns. Zillions of critters get high, fall down, sleep and wake up into nature and this process of inebriation is scientifically demonstrable as a chemical processes in the nervous systems of most higher animals. Evolution through inebriation implies chemical compounds found naturally abundant in nature. And there are thousands of different ones.

    Amanita Caps are found abundantly today in nature and have just the right chemical mixture to bring about such vivid weird highs, sleeps and wakes. Lewis Carroll incorporated these chemical reactions into “Alice through the looking glass”, as a space-time morphing device, a literary effect, and included the actual toadstool too. In fact the awakening, uprising, resurrection, coming again, commodious vicus of recirculation, ascension and perpetual “birthing” of epiphanies… nicely represents the “spirit” of Finnegans Wake as i perceive it. I like to think that James Joyce knew of amrta very well, a guinness from nature. Magical resurrections are reflected in the process about which the Book lends its title:Finnegans Wake”an irish Ballad in which a fallen Irish-man Tim Finnegan is presumed dead but then miraculously springs back to life at his own wake, spirited up out of his coffin by some wayward spilt elixir from some feisty festive mourners.

    Reading aloud in a group, in a field, in a cave or coffee shop will provide wonderful musical acoustic elements to these books and unlock tongues tied down since first birth. Reading aloud the Wake, especially the Wake can literally grab you, and sing to you, whisking you off to some other place.

    Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing
    bedoueen the jebel and the jpysian sea. Cropherb the crunchbracken shall decide. Then we’ll know if the feast is a flyday. She has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the dreamydeary. Heed! Heed ! – Finnegans Wake, Page 5

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  • November Rain and the Vaypz

    Has not stopped the thousands of people
    Descending upon Amsterdam to take part
    In the HIGH TIMES Cannabis Cup 2007.

    I was at Cannibis College today studying
    The Vaporizer.

    You can learn a lot from these things if
    You think about it enough.

    Tincture’s, infusion’s, mixture’s, elixir’s,
    Vapors. Vaypz.

    Good times/

  • Oliver Lake, Reggie Workman, Andrew Cyrille @ Bimhuis

    Halloween 2007.
    Amsterdam. Bimhuis with Astro Tempunauts:
    Oliver Lake (sx) Reggie Workman (bs) Andrew Cyrille (ds)
    American Free-jazz in Europe.
    Messages from other galaxies and starbursts.
    Gravitationally bound systems of fate
    Dragged me to the gig like bossy Angels.
    I soon lost myself to the music though…

    Steaming passions, omni-directional forces
    Multi layered timbre, time, freedom freedom
    Star clusters, and various interstellar clouds
    How to bring it back? it back again?

    Dark Strumming from Workman,
    Blowing of shaman pipes, Tibetan sounding bells and
    His bow, sawing at the wound strings of his Double Bass.
    Searching, always looking,
    The Trio Trio Trio questioning everything
    Peculiar galaxies, unknown species,
    Starbursts, dark matter matters.

    The spirit of American music, peering into the void,
    Pop was excommunicated this Halloween in Europe.
    3 peacemakers of American Jazz, peacemakers for
    American Freedom, democracy, information technology,
    Philosophy, Science, more than mere music i say.
    These are active galactic nuclei from distant galaxies.
    Gathered on samhain between nothingness & eternity.
    Transformed into 3 Wizards constructing
    nNon-Euclidean Jazz Magic, Mystery, ambiguity,
    An awakening, masterfully crafted.
    Perfect.

    Saxes are hurtling into way way deep into Milky space,
    Oliver Lake, with the figure of a mighty Morpheus
    He serves up Red Pill after Red Pill into strange nebulae
    Journey after Journey, painting the Matrix Ultra violet
    A precise hurricane, rapid fire scatting Knu new new
    Anti-jazz language, as Dolphy, Trane, Ornette, Sonny, Pharoah.
    Popping Valve sounds like Dolphin chatter, water tight.
    Then a Jungle of tone erupts, hundreds of new tone-species
    Chattering,. spirits on the side of samhain
    All clambering to get in on this Jam.

    Andy Cyrille drums form a sound/light-house
    Past Alpha proxima, towards a ring galaxy,
    Seemingly able to jump quarter/half/ and full bars
    Ahead or behind the isolated pulse, in an instant.
    Then as if the spirits had conversed long enough
    Wrestled long enough and become restless and slipped
    Into hypertravel.

    On the side, an Anthem of Zigzag’d melody
    Accompanied by a seductive Swing, juicy roasting
    Roller coaster swing, syrup sprinkled with interstellar dust,
    Snap! Purrrrl purrrrl Snapta ta tata purrrrl.
    Snap! One massive cracking hit! Snap! once more.
    One Louder than the millions of shuffling feet of the beats
    Held with Andy’s left hand wand alone, his right meanwhile
    Poking spells and open clusters into the alloyed cymbal
    With a big “K” on it. A significant Free-jazz Doppler shift swing.

    I experienced many moments of Epiphany during the show
    Shattered thoughts coming together personal stuff
    Getting worked out by these Chirping shaman-doctors
    With the sonic Andromedae ambrosia i love so much.
    Seeing their most Humble and graceful postures,
    Hearing very few WORDS, and those that came were almost
    A whisper. Humble. Concise. Humble Informational.

    I had much gratitude for the players,
    American Peacemakers, real American peacemakers
    Here in Europe and roaming the transtemporal Omniverse.
    Here now to save the Universe again, and tonight
    Here in Amsterdam on samhain, again and again.
    They did more than that though,
    The Trio transfigured time/space for all of us.
    There was JuJu spirit in the air, impressions of cyclic minds
    Workman’s hands of plasma tonight, over the Big wooden
    Clef leaving no note left behind like an Octopus.
    Composure of an Aura murmur.

    A Super Nova birth, slapping, thumping Post Drum ‘N Bass
    Post all and nothing, this Trio Trio Trio questioning every
    Beat, Fast forwarding language computers,
    Under masterful control controlling toms.
    Everywitch way, every side, globular cluster jazz.
    Free. Anti-Pop. Wordless. Epic. And all that.

    Andy switches to brushes., suddenly everybody rushes
    And rushes and keeps streaming for some future destination
    Divisions and divisions, sub divisions, crushing music theory
    Smashing every genre, busting walls of sound, and re-building
    From a subterranean dreamscape somewhere in Asia Major,

    Palaces of fuzzy delicate crystal sculptures,
    Creatures chirp from inside them just hatching in proto-song.
    Breathing pulses, spinning off like asteroids after a collision
    Now a Zoo, different animals calling, insects, mammals,
    Strange fish and of course, birds.

    Talking, talking in varied angular velocities
    Getting through, like a fax machine signal, or a kind of rolling codex, Sheets of sound, phase shifts, whispering ghosts
    Building sonic keys signitures with Layers of rhythm,
    Layers of timbre, propagation pattern. Pattern,
    Turning transparent like giant molecular clouds of Tao.
    You build the melody now.
    You do it!

    The Trio of spacemen, all artificer, mechanic, craftsman,
    True American peacemakers , afro-black Futurist Tempunauts,
    Carrying the Legacy of the mighty Atom Smasher himself
    Workman alone played with Art Blakey, Kenny Burrel
    Roy Ayers, Grant Green, Freddie Hubbard, Eric Dolphy
    Herbie Mann (R.I.P) Yusef Lateef, Alice and John
    Coltrane. The Masters of the Masters of Jazz
    Anywhere and Everywhere, and forever.

    And so i sing lofty praise in eleven sharps
    Love’s still alive and with us, the music lives and loves.
    And these cats play their music wherever it takes them
    Still today, innovating, improvising, everywitch way,
    This jazz moves to a place of chaos until the love
    Deep Within the music, deep within outer space suddenly
    Brings us back to the earth again, Big bang!
    And some healing ritualistic
    Post-Bop starts up. Hear! Calls! Everywhair!

    Waltz on the surface, dark undercurrents, tension-filled
    Cluster fucks of jamming snake rattle jazz,
    Soaring high movements of proto-galactic sax compositions,
    Entire tunes in several seconds, scales, keys,
    Rhythms, poked and screwed and pampered and peppered
    A Frenzy of light and dark forces battling
    A supercluster scale death match march at mach 4.
    Ping Ting of Alloy hats to deep Bass Bass Burrr.
    Tap Dancing polyrhythms, self replicating phrases
    With rapidly descending intervals between phrases
    Phase shifts, sonic booms, scrapping phrases
    Scratching, hooting,
    Pitter patter, hair whisper, blow, pop.

    Wood, steel, brass, reed, through air meeting
    Bio-electric interacting humans conduits into space
    Mmuscles, tendons, Lungs, lips, fingers, feet:
    Code breaking reality, trcik after trick aftrer trick
    After treat after treat after beat.
    At least temporarily, off off into deep space/time,
    And back.

  • Coldcut + Mixmaster Morris RAW Tribute: London 2007

    Seems video from the event is making its way onto the webnet, thanks to Mixmaster Morris and many other RAW fans.

    Friends at MAYBEEE.com Are in the process of helping find another web home for the full Bob Sit-down Rave-up!

    “Its not in Magik’s nature to let anybody go.” Alan Moore.

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  • C is for Coldcut +Juice Aleem

    Seems about this time!

    2000s

    Coldcut in 2006

    In 2000, the Solid Steel show moved to BBC London. Collaborations continued including 2001’s “Re:volution” with The Guilty Party in 2001. In 2003, Black worked with Penny Rimbaud (ex Crass) on Crass Agenda‘s Savage Utopia project.

    Coldcut returned with the single “Everything Is Under Control” at the end of 2005, followed in 2006 by their fifth studio album Sound Mirrors. A small world tour commenced with U.K. rapper Juice Aleem hosting the events. Three further singles were released from the album including the Top 75 hit “True Skool” with Roots Manuva. The same track appeared in the soundtrack of the videogame FIFA Street 2. This track features an Indian sample from a cult Bollywood era making the track popular on the bhangra and desi scene and with much of British Asian urban culture.[citation needed] —http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coldcut

  • PKD is for Philip. K. Dick: The Crazy Wisdom of Phillip K. Dick

    The Crazy Wisdom of Phillip K. Dick @ Maybelogic Academy

    How was the Crazy Wisdom Of Philip K. Dick MLA class?

    By Fly

    I had a joyful few weeks reading Philip K. Dick and also reading and writing with other people about Philip K. Dick, his books and inspired movies.

    You can get much of the specific info about the course at the maybe logic academy, and if you’re interested can follow your nose on the web as there are many brilliant blogs, web sites and essays about everythingPKD.

    To conserve a bit of time and space, I’ll just throw down my own condensed notes from the early part of the course when we were reading “The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch” (TTSOPE)

    It’s their futures, not ours. NOT Mine.
    Sguysoft and Rupert Gates and Perky Pat Layouts. Gangsters.
    Bank Vaults of perception locked in the interests of National security.
    SguysoftwareAmazoogleMonsantesco Mart

    How often are the worlds of our lives like a Perky Pat Layout?”

    PKD keeps us all sane, by writing the irrational with love.
    The Nag Hammadi text seem to act as a kind of ancient tech-support system for V.A.L.I.S and so then, his other works too it seems?
    Panspermia, inter-species communication, synthetic indicties, intelligent lichen. Corporate Gangsterism. Greed and excess.


    PKD “Inspiring big enough Dreams to swallow back GOD hole.”
    At the same time transubstantiation introduced by Can-D.
    P K. Dick, Norbet Wiener and King Kong?
    Feedback loops and cybernetics.
    Man and machine languages.

    Mathmatical theory of communication and Claude Shannon.

    4.62 Grables,

    1.46 Wagners

    16 selkirks

    8 Freuds of stress.

    4 Truffle Skins

    PKD Truffle skins; depreciating currency.
    With advanced genetic security.
    Cybernetic agents, chemical agents.
    At the same time
    Cybernetic subjectivity “paradox”.

    Aboard his ship Eldritch had-still has-a carefully maintained culture of a lichen very much resembling the Titanian lichen from which Can-D is derived. – PKD, TTSOPE, Pg. 17

    Panspermia and other sosmo-spore-bio-matter theories seem to be getting more legitimate, more better researched and communicated in 2008. Plus we have new information about conditions for the growth of lichen on Titan in 2008.

    Two faced feature-objects. Blogjects.
    At the same time…

    “Palmer Eldritch was too wild and dazzling a solo pro; he had accomplished miracles in getting autofac production started on the colony planets, but – as always he had gone too far, schemed too much. Consumer goods had piled up in unlikely places where no colonists existed to make use of them. Mountains of debris, they had become, – PKD, TTSOPE, Pg 13.


    –Reflects on our current 2007 machine-human consumer interface. The FREE market or “Genghis Khan” economy. Who eats who? The empire never ended.

    That Can-D,” he said to miss Jurgens, “Is great stuff, and no wonder its banned, Its like religion; Can-D is the religion of the colonists.” He chuckled. – PKD, TTSOPE Pg 24.

    –Can-D in this context seems to reflect the drug problem on planet earth.

    Products, autofaq’d. If a faq’d up Disney-fied” or “Dell-fied” “Mc Coked” and “Addi-Niked” resulting in a Dickian feeling that the environment surrounding you is engineered and broadcast by a kind of PKD Pre-fash consultancy agency, on most sophisticated “High Streets” a pharmaceutical cartel and maybe a Telecommunications giant robot too.

    He recalled the day his L-P record collection had fused together in a lump, back around 04′, due to momentary failure in the building’s cooling network. – PKD, pg 8. TTSOPE

    This “fusion” has happened to me too once
    I was in a car when my LP’s were left exposed to sunlight and they Became shaped like flower pots, wavy vinyl flowers pots, and when i
    Tried to play them the sound was warped too.

    Consciousness. Continuity of process.
    Technological artefacts – and parameters of subjectivity.
    Evereywhere without a hero?
    Its their futures, not our’s. At the same time.

    PKD and his phalanx of charcters seem determined to drag us all with them into their future. I get the feeling they flow backwards too though.

    PKD everyware.

    “You precogs.” remarkable. maybe there were alternate futures. “So you want me to order her in the future always to back you up?” Leo’ – PKD, PKD, TTSOPE pg. 19.

    Constructing a better future by ordering the robot gods,
    blogjects, self-fabricating objects, universal nano-constructors to construct it, Or keep the ubiquitous tech-support system running the kind of reality reality you desire, or can imagine at the same time. What show do you want to tune into, what pharma corp, news media or hell?

    PKD, Pound, Burroughs, Dali, Joyce and Bob, are all very precise and careful writers, masters, iconoclasts, super-geniuses! of the word sign symbol worlds. Reaching Beyond language.

    A unique unique talent by which they can relay their messages from
    Occulted places and rebound them back to us the reader, through utilizing: Multiple Points Of View, Epiphany, Ideogramic Method, Critical paranoia, Holographic prose.
    Consciousness- continuity of process.

    All these various languaging tools help us readers and co-creators to see and perceive better, more synergistically, If we can have a little patience and compassion for their messages lingering all around us. Let em’ come down. At the same time.

    I say: Read the work of Philip K. Dick in groups. Talk and tell tales, watch the movies and make comparisons. Smoke a joint.

    Erik Davis proved the perfect leader for this class, his high energy input and vast experience as a PKD scholar and technologist made a fun-packed experience for all the good folks on the course. The new Podcasting tools enhance the experience greatly as its always nice to hear a human voice.

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  • P is for Pot: Stories For the Soul (support for WAMM)

    Paul Krassner, long time WAMM supporter
    Has kindly offered to donate 1/2
    of all proceeds
    from the sale of his wonderful new book ‘Pot Stories For the Soul’

    to WAMM.

    Pot Stories For the Soul
    HIGH TIMES columnist Paul Krassner is the editor of Pot Stories For the Soul – stories by and about Hunter Thompson, Ken Kesey, Stephen Gaskin, Jack Herer, Allen Ginsberg, Michele Phillips, Wavy Gravy, Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin, Mountain Girl, Harry Shearer, John Sinclair, Robert Anton Wilson, Mark Mothersbaugh and many others. Introduction by Harlan Ellison. Winner of the Firecracker Alternative Book Award and a Quality Paperback Book Club selection.
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