Category: fly agaric 23

  • Corona Cypher – First Thought Best Thought (Beatbox Poetry)

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    First thought best thought is a method of freestyle rhyme. Composed for my blog: https://deepscratch.net/2020/03/10/co…
    On March 19th I was fortunate to be able to record the words and a separate beatbox track at Ei-Complex studios with Tim Egmond.
    #FlyQuark
    At home I mixed the beatbox and vocal tracks. Love, fly.

    Corona Cypher: First Thought Best Thought Feat. Squintin Quarantino.
    Words composed March 10th, 2020. Amsterdam. Recorded by Tim Egmond at Ei-Complex, Amsterdam. 19th March, 2020. Rough Mix by Steve Fly a.k.a Squintin Quarantino. Slice of lyrics…

    “…Make a new garden crew Do what you need to do to prevent flu Stay high, fly, CBDJ “Hi,” Feed your immune system with funny thoughts Play mind games and put out doubt with flames Quote facts and peer-reviewed names to reignite Each and every night unravel your talk tapes mi’ mates More toxic than J.P Morgan Monsanto and a five-year-old bag of rotten potato From the get-go King Virus by contamination Like the four horseman in the Tesco lasagna Animal traffick led to… Pick up the mic and go endemic to prevent panic With a goat, sceptre, and pot plandemic Slammdemic dem Murder virus sound Kill that virus sound Slamm Dem Pandem Mandem standin’ firm Throw water on it, fire, earth, blow it away? No gun or bomb can shoot this King dead Spreading like all memes trending at once, widespread dread All Ornette Coleman solo’s at once A William Gibson meets John le Carre’ finale’ Humanity run off down the motorway like a headless Pangolin Mis-identified as link between animals and humans (My Bad!) News and gov still manglin’ Vultures anglin’ Life lines be danglin’ Who’s who is handling? Ching Ming….CHING MING What good governance? Utterance, for a dollar, do a Johnson trap dance Pulling out while Cummings keeps on Cumming In Putin’s mouth Snivilization slouches further south No worries, it’ll soon come around Table turn around sounds fresh and loud Disperse to move the crowd, us discoronians stick apart Stay one meter away and claim your space Make your ritual space in that place Surround yourself with good omens Cleanse banish power up be here now Wash your hands and then touch your face Speak with sincerity, move with a trellis of lace, with grace Rhyme to climb into the head and bring relief Boost your immune system with some sexual relief No tissue, use a handkerchief Turn grief to a new leaf, good greaf? Sacrifice for greener futures That healthy planet for the young the dinosaurs refused? A death sentence for business The end of the dinosaur age is messy Goodbye T-Rex, goodbye Nessy Oil and fossil fuel industry made dust, past history Toxic debts and bonds fall like towers unwashed money Another bust boom bust boom! Evidence capitalist governmints made of sand-men Who do you trust? World market kept up by tent poles made of jelly and marzipan International unrestricted finance capitalism Pandemic running loose infecting humans for millennia, check it If Language is a virus from outer space so is money, burn it A Pangolin Bat broth dissolved trillions Gobble gobble gobble they earned it Hairs on the arms of billionaires and millionaires flare You can imagine them looking into space From a Yacht, that stare No blame, stop hating, we need to come together and stick apart And keep masterbating Wankers against the second come-king You’re gonna need pliers to get me out of bed Stuck to the sheets by my leaky prik-stick spread Who’s the illest now? Beat the virus Go wireless and tell a tireless solo choir-less let’s go Don’t fight forces use them, Learn to love the illness and embrace darkness in fullness And shine light, illuminate, stimulate sexdrive To produce white blood cells Mind body speech, word sound power, wash pray spit and shower Cleanliness is next to holiness, be the pollen and the flower Dethrone King virus and lock it away in a tinder box. Not from terrorists but bats and pangolin Pang, pang, pang, pang, with a pang and with a whimper Solidarity with all in discomfort from hunger loneliness Suffering from Corvid19, heartbreak or regular flu My thoughts and virtual arms just dropped the mic to hug you Fight back with A G C and T It’s only about 8 Kilobytes, put em’ up, Language is the key, break the spell do it well, duck, weave, duck duck invocation not required, they’re all around touch taste sound smell On earth and inner neurological spaces, as in heaven as in hell Places to bottle up solutions and write new potions To kill the King Virus and bring hope to nations Yes we can figure out preventative medicine Starting with high dose sessions of psilocybin Stay high and happy, positive, keep vibing Calling all gods and goddesses worldwide and beyond From the Compton Length to Hubble’s Red-Shift Under mountain, glacier and pond Give us a hond’ Every quantum super-computer and solid-state entity Each and every discarnate spirit, ghost, an angel hear me –Steve Fly Agaric 23. #DeepScratch #Plush

  • Book Of Covid19 Chapter 4 – When The Toilet Paper Jokes Are Over

    Getting Sober For March?
    When toilet paper jokes are over you’ll be wiping your eyes
    Perhaps you’ll see a corpse maybe your relative dies?
    And we’ll learn together until the new dawn
    How to organize resist fight and seed a new lawn?

    None could see the bacteria or could know how it flow on the air
    Well…we could if, we’d done our research, but no, Netflix is more important
    Care to look at how suited up the Chinese are?
    That hand wash and elbow bump won’t stop it bra’
    Need heavy duty shit.

    Bovirus Johnson and Agent Orange strike
    Hazmatt ‘washed’ Handcock?
    Herd immunity for the deaf dumb and blindsided
    Dominic Jackpot Cummings prime suspect
    With behavioural misfit Nazi eugenics
    Put his head on a corona-spike outside number 10!

    Grow them hospitals fast now quick smart in a hurry
    Like the Chinese speed building of hospitals in a week in a flurry
    Beat that and make that the new sporting competition
    Who can save the most people?
    Who can build the most hospitals fastest bestest biggest freshest?
    Why not a race for the vaccine
    Where’s the incentive for research like
    1 Billion dollars for the inventor of the vaccine?
    I know why these are rhetorical questions in a poem
    Where’s it going?
    Uncertainty and darkness then after the light
    After a few months in the dark
    Keep your heads and wits about you

    This is how I learned to love the bomb
    With an acoustic guitar and a kettle drum
    With a passion for compassion for those on rations
    The equivalence of all things, stay high, clean your wings
    Acceptance and calm and healing hand balm
    We need your intellect empathy and volcanic charm

    I’m in slaying distance of a virus only three months old
    It knows what I’m thinking and its heart is cold
    78 degrees can kill it and stomach acids too
    Get it out of your throat and into your poo
    I can’t escape her clutches with drinking and smoking dutchies
    Better the devil you know than hopeless sinking on crutches

    Get to know your enemy study them well
    Practice blindfold often, learn to trust your smell
    You’re not alone, not if you’re reading this…
    I know my attitudes flippant and my comedy on the piss
    I’ll be here for you as long as it takes
    As long as eternity, deep as great lakes

    Don’t hoard like the bankers but do take your share
    Know that love runs through you and all things everywhere
    Don’t be like them just lead with your heart
    Be a covid19 heroin 2020 plenty to do let’s start

    Make Isolator Hash
    Design share and build Ventilators in a dash
    Makeshift shelters and army style pop-up hospices
    We are at war with invisible viruses
    Love all the people

    78 Degrees can kill it
    Drink water often, do it, swill it
    Boost vitamin C, and A, and E
    Grow some herbs bruv
    We gonna’ need that tree

    Sincerely

    –Steve Fly

    #PanicWanker
    #Ventilator
    #CovidResponseHero

    A Playlist I made for some helpful supporting hacks, tricks and tips.

  • Flyku 2020

    Flyku 2020

    I was planning to make these into a book (Coming Soon at www.patreon.com/stevefly)
    No time.

    Love, you.


    8 / 3

    Iridium Jazz

    NYC 2004

    rip mccoy

     

    toxic news be like

    horror quarantino film

    panic sells papers

     

    Invisible air

    water droplet to earth

    fire spirit

     

    the countermeasures

    worse than the corvid 19?

    now wash those brain cells

     

    a social virus

    under your fingertips now

    don’t touch your facebook

     

    mystical sarist

    tory super poop spreader

    diss inn fact virus

     

    box don’t shake on it

    knuckle-off switches and knobs

    elbow cough sneezy

     

    scaly pangolin

    no care for cash nor power

    happy eating ants

     

    no time to die

    time for market strategy

    covid bond delays

     

    cancel olympics

    compete to save the planet

    and the human race

     

    burn all your money

    vote conservative virus

    wash laundry offshore

     

    no border no flag

    no gender race or culture

    escape corvid king

    (more…)

  • Corona Cypher – First Thought Best Thought

    Corona Cypher – First Thought Best Thought

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

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

    Patience patient paint that paradise
    Dr immuno’ flow help you throw the dice, thrice
    Who know what you think you know, let it go
    Let it flow, spring come lift the light plant and grow
    Wash em’ lift it up and push it up keep vibes up high
    Planet spinning on its axis, rapid climate renewal
    Quick death of toxic stock in fossil fuel?
    Banking crash human race nineteen meter dash
    French minister of culture cumming out with the rash
    Johnson and Trump eye the cash king, econo-money over people?
    Putin wins republican tory vote
    Billions of particles dormant in throat
    The vote spoiled crops and oats
    Stop the blame game, same game, stop the wheels
    Not with a bang but with a whimper
    Better get a woolly jumper, spring has sprung
    Equinox 2020 indoors tracking thought spores up walls
    Banish fears and move forward like new years
    Watch the fossil fuel weasels fight in their hole
    Watch the Eagle, the Bear, The Unicorn and Vulture
    Reach for the bowl, good for the soul and the journey
    Euthanasia king now fight kapow
    Hemp futures, plant a seed, that’s what we need
    Fight greed with surplus, forests mighty string
    Food fibre fuel, come on fool…I’ll be your mule
    Grow that hemp for victory
    To fight the king 19 viruses, microbial and global
    Use your head heart and irises
    Look, listen, shine glisten
    Now be that change, stay in range, set your sights
    Like Noah we move tongues to a new dark 3.0 cypher
    “Oh no…” but stand up and face the music, don’t go
    Be the forward thinking solutions oriented one
    Like, ride your bike
    Take a hike
    Don’t touch that rail, feed the poor and make them  strong
    Look after your prisoners,
    Hold your officials to their word
    Wash your hands, flush the turd
    Attention to word mind body
    You’re not going to die be strong, hold on buddy
    Here’s a hand not a head-in the sand
    Here’s a jazz solo, a new album, a brand new band
    Over air, sea and land, in hope you better understand
    Rhyme can unleash endorphins
    And endolphins swim with dolphins
    Prose vaccination for experimentation
    Try it, don’t buy it grow your own
    Put down that toilet roll put down your phone
    Wash your hands and put em’ in the air
    Wave em’ like you care
    Mash on son, mash on with compassion
    Get your grow on, go on
    Earth and humanity needs you and what you grew
    Make a new garden crew
    Do what you need to do to prevent flu
    Stay high, fly, CBDJ “Hi,”
    Feed your immune system with funny thoughts
    Play mind games and put out doubt with flames
    Quote facts and peer-reviewed names to reignite
    Each and every night unravel your talk tapes mi’ mates
    More toxic than J.P Morgan
    Monsanto and a five-year-old bag of rotten potato
    From the get-go King Virus by contamination
    Like the four horseman in the Tesco lasagna
    Animal traffick led to…
    Pick up the mic and go endemic to prevent panic
    With a goat, sceptre, and pot plandemic
    Slammdemic dem
    Murder virus sound
    Kill that virus sound
    Slamm Dem Pandem Mandem standin’ firm
    Throw water on it, fire, earth, blow it away?
    No gun or bomb can shoot this King dead
    Spreading like all memes trending at once, widespread dread
    All Ornette Coleman solo’s at once
    A William Gibson meets John le Carre’ finale’
    Humanity run off down the motorway like a headless Pangolin
    Mis-identified as link between animals and humans (My Bad!)
    News and gov still manglin’
    Vultures anglin’
    Life lines be danglin’
    Who’s who is handling?
    Ching Ming….CHING MING
    What good governance?
    Utterance, for a dollar, do a Johnson trap dance
    Pulling out while Cummings keeps on Cumming
    In Putin’s mouth
    Snivilization slouches further south
    No worries, it’ll soon come around
    Table turn around sounds fresh and loud
    Disperse to move the crowd, us discoronians stick apart
    Stay one meter away and claim your space
    Make your ritual space in that place
    Surround yourself with good omens
    Cleanse banish power up be here now
    Wash your hands and then touch your face
    Speak with sincerity, move with a trellis of lace, with grace
    Rhyme to climb into the head and bring relief
    Boost your immune system with some sexual relief
    No tissue, use a handkerchief
    Turn grief to a new leaf, good greaf?
    Sacrifice for greener futures
    That healthy planet for the young the dinosaurs refused?
    A death sentence for business
    The end of the dinosaur age is messy
    Goodbye T-Rex, goodbye Nessy
    Oil and fossil fuel industry made dust, past history
    Toxic debts and bonds fall like towers unwashed money
    Another bust boom bust boom!
    Evidence capitalist governmints made of sand-men
    Who do you trust?
    World market kept up by tent poles made of jelly and marzipan
    International unrestricted finance capitalism
    Pandemic running loose infecting humans for millennia, check it
    If Language is a virus from outer space so is money, burn it
    A Pangolin Bat broth dissolved trillions
    Gobble gobble gobble they earned it
    Hairs on the arms of billionaires and millionaires flare
    You can imagine them looking into space
    From a Yacht, that stare
    No blame, stop hating, we need to come together and stick apart
    And keep masterbating
    Wankers against the second come-king
    Our leader’s Russel Brand and Milley Ray Cirus
    You’re gonna need pliers to get me out of bed
    Stuck to the sheets by my leaky prik-stick spread
    Who’s the illest now?
    Beat the virus
    Go wireless and tell a tireless solo choir-less let’s go
    Don’t fight forces use them,
    Learn to love the illness and embrace darkness in fullness
    And shine light, illuminate, stimulate sexdrive
    To produce white blood cells
    Mind body speech, word sound power, wash pray spit and shower
    Cleanliness is next to holiness, be the pollen and the flower
    Dethrone King virus and lock it away in a tinder box.
    Not from terrorists but bats and pangolin
    Pang, pang, pang, pang, with a pang and with a whimper
    Solidarity with all in discomfort from hunger loneliness
    Suffering from Corvid19, heartbreak or regular flu
    My thoughts and virtual arms just dropped the mic to hug you
    Fight back with A G C and T
    It’s only about 8 Kilobytes, put em’ up,
    Language is the key, break the spell do it well, duck, weave, duck duck
    invocation not required, they’re all around touch taste sound smell
    On earth and inner neurological spaces, as in heaven as in hell
    Places to bottle up solutions and write new potions
    To kill the King Virus and bring hope to nations
    Yes we can figure out preventative medicine
    Starting with high dose sessions of psilocybin
    Stay high and happy, positive, keep vibing
    Calling all gods and goddesses worldwide and beyond
    From the Compton Length to Hubble’s Red-Shift
    Under mountain, glacier and pond
    Give us a hond’
    Every quantum super-computer and solid-state entity
    Each and every discarnate spirit, ghost, an angel hear me
    There’s no part of me that’s not of the gods, you neither
    What are the odds, really, what are they cuddlies?
    Who’s the patient zero breeder?
    May the researchers find luck and perspire little
    May the ancestor animal and insect spirits rise from this spittle
    And bring the entheogenic dimension of love to our eyes
    Love all the people, the plants and the flies
    Take rest on your low points, take flight on your highs
    Do art and dance, sing keep an eye out for all
    Up there on the ceiling and above the roof from the floors to the wall
    Keep death on a pale horse at bay
    The return of the King
    Who would want such a thing
    Who wears the crown of thorns
    What religious leader can end all wars
    Biological peacemaker or lifetaker?
    Poems dark turn toward scripture, tongues burn
    A crown of thorns corona
    The second coming of Christ, Koronagain
    Judgement Day Coronopalypse
    Convictions make convicts?
    If you wish to put it that way and let it past your lips?
    I say neigh, not on my watch, not tomorrow and not today
    Pick any scripture, any month, any day and fire away and say
    Any event from the last five years signifies end times
    Judgement day, the apocalypse
    World populist political surge and 2008 banking heist scourge
    Economic corporate fascist free-reign, acid rain, Bottcher con main
    Climate and environmental lies, deceit…
    Take your pick…from the familiar terrain, stay rational
    Don’t lose your nerve
    Just cuz’ Christ wore a crown of thorns
    And his mythical return to judge
    Humanity does not mean
    The Jesuspect Christereotype is guilty, does it?
    Cleanliness next to holiness
    From animal kingdom hunted and trafficked
    To near extinction by an appetite for meat and status, meat death
    Better get in touch with your immune system, direct line please
    Hello, hi, hello, can you hear me, this is…..
    Hello, hey, are you there, this…this is steve”
    As I said, take those magic mushrooms, get up, get out of bed
    Stand up be strong lead the way to health and fitness, break bread
    Get ready to fight and to encourage others
    Rhyme with reason be tough
    Be brave write it out, fears and cheers together
    The light and dark Escher effect
    What happened to bird flew and wine flu?
    Word flew, bird said, word stew, me brew tea brew
    The vaccine is at the bottom of the mushroom teacup
    With chunks of some Amanita or other?
    Use mushrooms for good god damn it
    Within the poison may lie the cure?
    I’ll smoke spliff an’ listen to Rob Smiff
    Love you, stay safe.

    –Steve Fly Agaric 23.

    Some links…

    See Also:
    https://www.jstage.jst.go.jp/article/antibiotics1968/40/6/40_6_904/_article/-char/ja/

    https://pdfs.semanticscholar.org/f685/c5844a712ce145a5366c97c42aee4c90deac.pdf

    https://foreignpolicy.com/2020/02/27/coronavirus-south-korea-cults-conservatives-china/

     

  • THOUGHTS: WHERE DO THEY GO?

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

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

    A healthy mid/waypoint between Zen meditation and simply changing your mind about something revolves around the language that you use and how you use it. The introduction of a few modifications to a language can produce results similar to those gained from meditation, they can affect a new expanded awareness, from the individual psychological sense of self…to the ontological social-cultural sense of reality. Every time we hear, think and speak we are confronted with the paradox of Language vs. The Equation.

    The symbol systems we use to communicate our message and those we leave out are worthy of meditation. Meditation, to return to the theme, or some kinds of meditation…aim to reach beyond language and bridge the ideological gaps, to move towards experiencing things as they actually are: perpetually changing, decentralized, incomprehensible. And invoking compassion to fill the holes of what cannot be known.

    “Language is a virus from outer space.”–William S. Burroughs.

    In all seriousness and sincerity, we should all spend a moment to meditate on Coronavirus and where possible, try to follow our thoughts, our hopes and our fears. Try to track them to where they originate, where is the source of those thoughts and where are those thoughts going to…and now? This process of self-analysis and listening to your own head and heart, once in touch with your own mind-body system, can be shifted to cast judgement on others or external signals from…out there. Hopefully with compassion due to understanding the process you’ve just been through, like solidarity, not a choice but duty when faced with the incomprehensible, the uncertain and the indeterminate of a global pandemic turning endemic. We must search for that common ground between all human beings, such as to wish them a happy healthy life, for example. Wish well, wish hard, wish often. Practice practice practice.

    The global coronavirus brings complexity and chaos to the existing complexity/chaos/disorder inherent in subject-object duality, underlying most division and confusion around the world, the roots of disinformation? To repeat, never give up trying to understand that which you currently do not, experiment, research, measure, study, and in equal measure…both on yourself and on others…the internal and external infinite flux of beingness. Man, and women, is the measure of all things, somebody else said.

    To conclude: If you want to fight for your future and live in a healthy, well-informed community of self-owning ones, consider starting by following your own thoughts, where do they come from, where do they go? Then if your feeling brave, begin to use the same logic and reason, the same thought tools to break down the news headlines and the gossip down the pub and the WHO guidelines and each and every message communicated down to the very last pixel, or phoneme.

    “Free your mind and your ass will follow…”–Funkadelic.

    Thanks for reading, stay safe.
    Love all the people!

    –Steve Fly

    [DISCLAIMER: I make no claim to expertise in meditation or spiritual practises. I’m more of the “do what thou wilt to find compassion for others” persuasion. As we head into a spiritual and material crisis, I recommend a linguistic hazmat suit, neurolinguistic relativity and multi-model agnosticism to nudge us towards a compassionate, interconnected, co-operative global village.]

    http://www.hilaritaspress.com/

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dzogchen

    https://www.wired.com/beyond-the-beyond/2020/03/journalists-toolbox-studying-coronavirus/


    A song I wrote called THOUGHTS, based up some of the above.

    Occupy by Dr Marshmallow Cubicle

     

     

  • JUGGLE PRACTICE IN SLOW MOTION

    I confess, it’s sloppy. With practice I hope to share a sharper video soon. Peace.

     

    At Hemp Story.
    Video by Gabs Castro.

  • 2019 YEAR IN REVIEW – BLADERUNNER FIRES

    2019 YEAR IN REVIEW – BLADERUNNER FIRES

    FIRE! FIRE!
    POUR ON WATER, POUR ON WATER

    The world is on fire! Literally and figuratively. Don’t panic. The gap between the richest and poorest is growing, and seems set to keep growing, as nations continue to repeat history and vote for the toughest big-daddy they can, to protect them from foreign influences, or rather the foreign influences not paid for. Don’t panic. Often I think to myself…I’d like to retreat to a cave and sharpen my pencils, watch TV and be blissfully unaware of all the drama out there.” No, this is the last day of 2019 and we are awake.

    2019, 365 days that changed the world? Much different from 2018? Hotter or richer or poorer? Here’s my round-up of things that impinged on my nervous system, balanced between events in my life and those on the world stage. 2019 was bittersweet. I could say, the world has gone to hell, but I’m all right Jack, but I try to avoid sounding like a self-centred idiot who only talks about himself and his interests. Truth, beauty, excellence and compassion are my weapons of choice. Lets burst the big pimples first. Let us not look away from the violence, but try to understand the root causes and organize together to prevent division and hatred.

    To scrape the surface of the year in politics speak, from the opening play on January 1st, when right-wing fucktrumpet, Jair Bolsonaro started his unholy presidency in Brazil, and sets the worrying tone of the rise of right-wing populism across the world, ending in 2019 with Boris “Hard Right Brexit” Johnson, sweeping to victory after the dirtiest and expensive smear campaign Britain has ever seen, as if organized by United Snakes. Feb 1st, Trump signs off America from the mid-range Nuclear treaty, Putin responds with the same the next day. March 15, 51 people murdered in Christchurch, New Zealand, by a racist lunatic called Brenton. The same day, Greta Thunberg returns to Sweeden as a figurehead of a worldwide climate awareness movement. April 10th, first-ever image of a Black Hole M87 Galaxy, the first glimpse of Trump UK trade-deal. April 11th, Julian Assange arrested in London. April 21st, the Sri Lanka Terror attacks result in 500 murdered by religious extremists. April 29, Isis nut, Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, releases footage of Sri Lanka Terror attacks, he’s clearly mentally ill but treated by the media as some kind of criminal mastermind. May 1st, Bad Vlad Putin signs the Sovereign Internet bill into law (In which he can hack British sovereignty at the source, sucks it all up, and funnel it back over to the Kremlin for the Skeksis to lap up.) May 6th, Syrian army launches ground attack on last rebel stronghold in the country. May 24th, Maybot plans shut down of her dancing queen program. June 3-5th, Trump balloon visits the UK and the Queen, cheeses with the Maybot and Boris the lapdog. June 7th, Maybot dancing queen stops dancing for Tories, a new beast is required to be born. July 17th, Netflix star, El Chapo, is sentenced to life in prison. July 24th, Boris Johnson becomes the UK prime mongrel, voted in by less than 0.4% of the UK. His lies begin in overdrive. August 3rd, mass shooting in a U.S Wallmart store leaves 23 people dead, the racist shithead shooter targeted Mexicans. August 10th, child rapist billionaire friend of Prince Andrew, Jeffery Epstein dies in jail, reports are that he killed himself? August 21st, Amazon wildfires rage as Bolsonaro does sweet fuck all. September 10th, Boris and the Tories prorogued Parliament, shutting it down in a Trump-like manner. September 20th, International climate strikes. September 24th, a British court ruled prorogued parliament was void, Boris did indeed do a Trump move. October 17th, Trump pulls U.S troops in Syria, away from helping the Syrian army, blessing Turkey to invade, all to “protect the oil”.  October 19th, 1 million March in London for the second referendum on Brexit. October 27th, Trump announces that Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi is dead, killed by American weapons. October 30th, Twitter bans all political advertising worldwide. November 21st, Ben Netanyahu is indicted on charges of fraud and bribery. Nov 26th, Chilean protests, 50 protestors require prosthetic eyes after police shoot in the face. December 12th, Tories win UK general election, with Boris leading the UK into a Brexit more than half the country does not want. “Just Get On With It,” combined with “Love Actually,” spoke in volumes to the soul of English exceptionalism. Dec 18th, the orange-to-peach balloon becomes the third U.S president in history to be impeached for meddling in the 2020 elections, the least of his long litany of crimes. Dec 20th, U.S Space force founded by the orange windmill king. Wildfires continue to burn across Australia, wiping out millions of animals and their habitats, homes, and some people, leaving Sydney in a hot fog, and new highest temperatures set every week. Ian Duncan Smith, the Godfather of Universal Credit and the war on vulnerable people in the UK, is bestowed a Knighthood by the British Crown. That about sums up the UK nicely, politically speaking.

    Phew, but we made it through didn’t we? First off, a toast to those who didn’t, those that passed over to the great trade-deal in the sky in 2019, in particular, Jake Black, who I had the pleasure of knowing a little bit, rest easy friend. The Zen Bastard Paul Krassner checked out, one of my all-time favourite American’s, who first published a piece of my writing (Magic Mushrooms: From Toad Slime To Ecstacy, 2003,) and was present at a most memorable mind-bending afternoon with Robert Anton Wilson in Palm Springs, 2000. Paul kept in touch with me via email whenever he could write, his contributions to the western countercultural tradition are incalculable. Know his name. Paul Krassner, R.I.P. The great Dr John, and Art Neville, both natives of New Orleans had their traditional Jazz Funerals, and full musical send-offs, or carry-ons. And the psychedelic twin of Timothy Leary turned yogi and dharma teacher, Baba Ram Dass, passed into the clear light of bliss. Rutger Hauer and Ginger Baker also left the world stage leaving behind them large bodies of excellent art. To all my friends who may have lost a family member or friend this year, may they’re memory live on eternally and their souls rest in peace. One statistic that you can’t argue with overtime is that the older you get the more dead people you know. Honour your ancestors with life-affirming actions and thinking, music, merrymaking and contemplation as you see fit, that’s my best advice for dealing with the grief of 2020 and beyond. Enough about the dead, let’s get onto some of the living critters who have set 2019 alight, and who will certainly be caught playing with matches in 2020.

    First, my three to watch and study in 2020. The goodies. If you take anything away from this year in review, make it these three names: Bruce Sterling, Cory Doctorow and Alan Moore. For me, the holy trinity of the next decade, each fully capable of turning it all around, if…IF…we could be so bold and brave as to listen, compute, understand, and share that good stuff. As Douglas Rushkoff said, program or be programmed. For me, the next decade will be dominated and in the hands of those who can program, write and juggle legal facts to the degree that Cory Doctorow is capable, present design-science innovation and tech-criticism to the calibre of Bruce Sterling, and synthesize Art and Magick in the grain of Alan Moore. And so, to the villains.

    My first three to watch are predictable, Trumpet Booris Pootin. The three claws of the new Tsarist Anglo American alliance, playing cold war games with their billionaire friends, foes, and who the fuck knows. But that’s obvs. Steve Bannon is a better villain to keep your eye on, he’s smarter than Trump. In the same fashion, I’d say, learn from Jacob Reece Mogg, a nasty but smart English motherfucker, if you want to fight. Boris is the distraction like Trump, in 2020 you might be fitter if you filter-out the dog whistle alt. right bait, and the pumped-up lies and bluster guaranteed to be splattered all over 2020 UK tabloids. Reading and sourcing some Mogg literature, and a study of law will be much more helpful in the long run. Watch Tommy Yaxley Lennon Robinson if you like, but there’s nothing new to learn here since early hominids leant how to use clubs, you’d be smarter watching a chocolate fudge sundae melt, look for a worthy intellectual opponent in 2020. And, perhaps learn some self defense? Find the smartest racist you can, and study them. If you want to fight, take the strongest opposing argument to your own, first. Racism, Anti-Semitism, Islamophobia, Xenophobia are all built on a logical fallacy, and categorical untruth in the first place. A part of the problem in 2019 is that many are not doing philosophy and social psychology, and such intellectual pursuits are increasingly branded lefty cultural Marxism. In 2019 a meme goes around the world seven times before a PhD. thesiskeksis footnotes on! The domain of the thick, the stupid, and the ignorant, is the domain of categories and group-think. Overemphasis on nationality and not enough emphasis on the unique individual. The fact remains movements, based on gene-pool ignorance, are founded on lies and blind-faith based thinking, the opposite of scientific – research-based thinking. The wars of the words will continue up until the Chinese written character puts a backstop on the limping 26 letters, and English crumbles away into Finnegans Wake completely.

    Highlights for me this year, personally speaking on a creative tip are, editing and releasing my paper The Entourage Effect At Finnegans Wake, concerning Cannabis Terpenes, and the perfumed language of James Joyce. Visited the Island of Kos in Greece with sweet Janne, spending quality time with cats on the beach, shells on the bottom of the ocean and the Tree Of Hippocrates, and the Hippocratic oath. Opened a night of funk and jazz in for DJ Eddie Pillar, who chatted for a while and made my weekend. Played a DJ set for Red Light Radio, and 3 sessions at the Hill Street Booze Bar in the centre of Amsterdam. For Radio Free Amsterdam I recorded more than 40 one-hour shows this year and made lots of artwork for the station continuing into 2020 with brother John Sinclair. I tracked some turntable work for a new tune with Garaj Mahal, that should be coming out in 2020, we will be jamming.

    2019 marks the year I studied turntable beat-juggles, and in nine months, with an average of practicing around 10 hours per month, I can hold a beat, deploy a few tricks and new techniques. I will continue the practice, and craft some ready-made routines, and make some tight tracks. Maybe I’ll get out there for battle someday. Much of the driving impetus to learn to juggle and scratch better, came from working on my novel (trans-media project) called Deep Scratch. I figured that, if I’m writing about DJ’s I should learn to do what I’m writing about, with the bonus of making soundtrack material for the trans-media project. I started filming practice sessions, and uploading them to Youtube to help gauge any progress. In 2020 I may finally land on Serato software, a decade after every other DJ went over to the digital side. It’s not cheap to get up and running. Nuff’ about me? How you doing? If you got this far your probably thinking of books and albums that you like or want to make, and perhaps you have stories you want to tell? Now is the time, publish or perish. Be bold, say it loud. “Do it now!” Try not to lose your centre fighting the world. Please, check your facts in 2020, your life may depend on it. Oh, and do art.

    If you want to link with my britinternational.org ensemble join me at Patreon.com/stevefly  Make your own account and I’ll support you back. Or else, create some other such community-based network of like-minded individuals, help the vulnerable, the disabled, the homeless if you can. Visit them. I’d advise occasionally stepping away from the digital mobile-screen-world and reconnecting with community and nature in equal measure. Recharge you charity next to the stream. As cliche as that may sound. You will have to compromise at some point, you will have to let go, to be able to swing and grab something new, and let go again, things in motion and motion in things. Oh, and the post-quantum superimposition revolution, coupled with Artificial General Intelligence, Internet Of Things, 5G, and the global industrial military entertainment complex is sure to deliver some, lively, stuff. You need cognitive security! Maybe Logic and Multi-Model Agnosticism are a good place to start. Start now. Bladerunner, remember the future?

    I raise a toast to an independent hand-made, hand-printed 2020, of and for the people. The new art and literature and ecological innovations are here with us. Stay awake. Love all the people. I wish you good luck and happy trails, enjoy every success on the path ahead.

    xx

    –Steve Fly

  • John Sinclair To The World

    HI, this is Steve the fly writing you from Amsterdam, in celebration of the 15th anniversary of Radio Free Amsterdam. Founded on November 22nd, 2004, RFA has kept the blues, jazz and roots music alive, thanks to John’s heroic efforts to keep it all going, editing the shows, posting them.

    In 2019, the people within the state of Michigan clearly voted to legalize, and free the weed. Finally, after more than 50 years of campaigning local activists can pin this one up as a win. A victory in the perpetual war on (some) drugs. However, the cultural-political battle over cannabis continues, and thankfully John has joined with attorney Matt Abel, and others of the Cannabis Council, who are fighting the good fight for a fairer and more equal society boosted by cannabis, and all its beneficial qualities, personal and social. Justice!

    There from the beginning, John rolled with the vanguard of artists and cultural organizers who included the liberation of Cannabis in their bold vision for a better world. John currently lives and works in Detroit, enjoying the myriad of benefits from the herb that he helped contextualize, celebrate and liberate. We have come full circle, John and his fellow pot activists are vindicated and perhaps we should pause for a moment to consider all those who risked life, and love to stand up to authority, and fight for the freedom of others to enjoy what they enjoy.

    John and friends organized the Michigan chapter of LEMAR, (LEgalize MARijuana), a network including Allen Ginsberg, Ed Sanders and other legendary poet provocateurs. (Poetcateurs?) LEMAR was the precursor to today’s organization NORML, and the steady flow of movements across the world that campaigned and organized in different ways, toward the common goal of legalization of the healing herb.

    If you missed the story of John’s set-up and bust and the campaign to free him, building up to the legendary John Sinclair Freedom Rally, you can get the full picture from the documentary movie: 20 to life: The Life And Times Of John Sinclair. As a side-effect of John’s freedom came the added benefit of less harsh punishments for Marijuana possession in Michigan, effectively a ticket and/or fine. The recent decision to legalize cannabis in the state stands as evidence that activists and artists who promoted the virtues of the plant, and art, were justified and correct. Before their time, in some sense prophets of the new cannabis age. Coupled with state of the art music, poetry, painting, activism and the cannabis sacrament, these brave men and women affected a cultural shift in the collective consciousness of the whole fucking planet.

    Together with his contemporaries, John set the scene, built the soundtrack, and floats within the cosmic ambience everywhere and anywhere…cannabis is consumed. Ingrained deep into the tissue and the foundational roots of American, and by osmosis, world cannabis culture. The measure of which remains elusive, but in my view terribly under-acknowledged, you have to dig for it.

    I’ve worked for 8 years at a busy cannabis coffeeshop in the centre of Amsterdam and witnessed first hand what the blueprint for a John Sinclair coffeeshop would be. The combination of good music, a selection of refreshments including coffee and tea, and a steady flow of international cannabis enthusiasts dropping in to sample the menu, get high and soak up the vibe. A modest example of music, cannabis and the open society in unity, a safe space to help heal the individual and societal divides. Coffeeshops bring people together and present the common ground needed for such healing.

    I’ve heard John express feelings about the power of music and art and listened to the evidence of those statements, read the textual evidence, admittedly produced with the influence of cannabis in one form or another. His work makes for a continuous explicit demonstration, celebrating the health packed herb via the culture of art and activism surrounding it.

    John agitated on behalf of the cannabis legalization movement by excelling in the face of adversity, obsoleting the opposition with superior intelligence: poetry, improvisational jazz, rock and roll music, art all born of experiment and a kind of autodidactic approach. To cut your own path, and offer the others a route out of the depressingly violent, dumb, and watered-down mainstream culture.

    His work spans the underground like a system of rivers deep beneath the surface, before everything was splattered across so-called social media, and available at the swipe of a finger, back when movements of a few dedicated people impacted the greater society and  a global culture: the beat movements, the Lower East Side collectives, the Black Arts Movement, the Black Mountain Arts movement, The Underground Press, Love-In’s, Be-In’s, the Detroit Artists Workshop etc.

    From my own limited study of these movements, most but not all guided by John and his rich literary taste buds, I’d like to draw attention to how they synthesize international cultural elements into a dazzling display of new art/activism. From beat writers sucking up Hindu and Indian scripture, Chinese poets, African rituals and rhythms, to John Coltrane and hundreds of Jazz innovators synthesizing traditional music from India, Africa and Asia into new forms, new directions, new harmonics.

    Alike the history of the Cannabis plant and Cannabis culture, the story includes India, Africa, Asia, Europe, the Americas and Indonesia. A mighty juxtaposition of world culture, through the lens of jazz and blues music, beat poetry, street-level intellectualism. John is a walking encyclopedia of these global influences and movements, native histories, traditions, rebellions, poetic tongues, swirling within the hologrammic field of his lifework, simultaneously blooming, bloomdido, bloomdido.

    Good music, to me, like art and literature, and cannabis culture, seems to stem from a wide array of influences, John curates his musical offerings on his radio shows, in a similar fashion to how his writing curates his experiences. The challenges of how to make it new, while showing origins, and providing standards by which to interpret, both historically and aesthetically, the new creation, are satisfied by John’s excellent curation.

    Every town, city and village worldwide should enjoy the benefits of a relaxing space to enjoy a little cannabis, listen to some music, read, leave your political differences at the door and experience the vibe and do easy. Music is the message, cannabis is in the message, and the message is the message too.

    Please tune into www.radiofreeamsterdam.org and lock into John’s own radio shows, plus his curation of shows by DJ’s within the jazz, blues, soul, funk, reefer zone. Including your humble author. Grow some new ears.

    The John Sinclair Foundation acts as a repository for writings, music, film, devoted to the proper archiving and administration of these works. The foundation is set up to include ongoing projects such as Radio Free Amsterdam, organize workshops, performances, recordings and publications. The JSF provides a blueprint and strategy for the realization of John’s collectivist vision, practical plans for a future full with creativity, tolerance and excellence.

    “Won’t you care for John Sinclair?”–John Lennon.

    Track down John’s “Free The Weed” Columns
    Listen to his Radio Show’s, he’s kicking em’ out for you!

    love, steve the fly.
    Radio Free Amsterdam.

    Steve Fly and John Sinclair at Red Light Radio.
    Sinclair & Steve Fly