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  • Maybe Logic and the tale of the tribe: a no-place place.

    The following ‘testimonial’ is edited from a post I made at the Maybe Logic Academy some months ago when I was inspired by ‘evolver.net’ calling for members to make testimonials to their social network, I wanted to write a testimonial to the open learning network encircling the ‘Maybe Logic’ meme, and dashed something off that I felt on re-reading required some editing, and clarification. Thanks, steve fly.



    Maybe Logic and the tale of the tribe: a no-place place.

    Fly On The Tale Of The Tribe: A Rollercoaster Ride With Robert Anton Wilson

    by Steven James Pratt

    Link: http://a.co/gOGNKyV

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  • WORK OF THE TRIBE III

    THE WEIGHING OF THE TTOTT HEART (TTOTT 12)

    McJoy Brunosa stepped forward one more step towards the giant scales, his genius suspiciously dormant in his silence, yet his thoughts sparkled like lightening bolts behind his eyelids, externally McJoy Brunosa struggled to make out the unbelievable scenery before him.

    Brunosa’s heart was projected as a 3D hologram onto a weighing scale that was balanced on the other side by nothing but an ostrich feather, the scale was spread out over McJoy Brunosa’s shoulders. Large figures loomed in the background like overhead clouds obscuring the light.

    Ezski Welleson stepped into the chamber about 10 feet from Brunosa and watched him hold up the scales on his back.

    “Thothttott” Brunosa said, in a deep booming voice.

    “Thothttott” Welleson replied, twisting his eyebrows through his long fingers.

    Brunos’a shoulders were like curved bananas, slightly bruised and splitting; Ezski Welleson thought

    “Thothttott” Brunosa said again, struggling to take the weight and stumbling on the spot.

    “tale-of-the-tribe” Brunosa continues…

    Shannico Yeatzscher crawled to the edge of the star-shaft, and poked his head out the end and drops the bag onto the floor. Yeatzscher jumps into the chamber, opens the bag to reveal an ‘egyptian mouth-breeder’ fish and quickly suckles the fish into Brunosa’s mouth. Yeatzscher stares at a winged figure hovering in space a few inches above Brunosa’s head. Welleson focuses his sights on Yeatzscher’s tail tucked away in his trousers, ‘the tail of the tribe’ he thought, and smiled.

    “I imagine my heart upon the scale, and guess the weight of the general heart, not lightly” Welleson said, gazing at the hieroglyphics carved into the walls that seemed to be depicting what was happening to them!

    “Thothttott Language vs. the thothttott equation measured by these scales?” Brunosa said.

    Welleson registered every wince and sigh that Brunosa made as his heart was interrogated and profiled by the great old ones.

    ‘Maybe we have the body as a reliable object of scientific study, opposed to the ‘imaginary’ ideas of the mind?” Brunosa said, with a bewildered look of concern on his face.

    ‘To weigh the general heart of history, the characters and their deeds, the thothttott; and transmit them into the head space and divine natural ” Brunosa said.

    Brunosa’s shoulders shrug and touch his ears, and he sits, quiet, and self-composed like a stalk-headed monk.

    Borskyopolos introduced us all to the wonders of short and sweet collaborative writing projects with his piece for MQ titled: THE WORK OF THE TRIBE 01.

    Last week, I decided to have another go, but used characters from my NOvel’ Our Historys Back’ but these can easily be changed, and put into the context of three, or more characters, we might wish to animate and narrate.

    Here’s what I came up with: Max’S eyelashes brushed up and down on the surface of the writing tablet, his saw a mosaic of colours and shapes flash by as if Jimi Hendrix had chose the interior colour scheme at Alhambra, inside a gyroscope.

    Max’s shin bones were pushing on a padded bar, that linked to the water pump that was filling up his head-chamber with gamma tea.

    Plush smoothly roller-skates into the laboratory studio like a snake, watching Max conduct his gamma experiment.

    “AILMS” said Max, gargling a little tea.

    “AILMS?” Plush replied, fingering his ring and touching it to his breast.

    Plush thought that Max’s eyes appeared as two large apples, seen through the transparent gamma tea cup.

    “AILMS” Max said, shaking his head a little due to the cold tea now seeping into his ears.

    “Share these seeds of love” Max went on, still pumping the chamber up with tea.

    (Just then some seeds fell from an apple Percy was eating in the room next door, and he was prompted to get up from his desk, walk into the laboratory and hand the large half eaten apple to Max, who’s head had stopped shaking now, and sat with his hand neatly folded together patiently)

    Plush detects the aroma of Marijuana and can see the pot baggy shaped like a long bud in Percy’s jeans.

    I’ll be rolling with you in a tick Percy” said Plush.

    Plush and Percy add the AILMS to the waterpump, and the gamma tea begins to heat up.

    Plush could now see the tea working on Max.

    “Gamma tea time works on the other sides of time, other side of the tea-leaf” said Max, pinching his lips and squinting his eyes.

    Max scoops an AILM from the tea with his tongue, as Plush watches his hand spasming, shaking with over-concentration.

    Max then lifts his legs right up and out from under the bar and brings them near his mouth so that his shin bones are on his tongue, that lulls out in a relaxed way, his expression was like that of Popeye after eating raw spinach.

  • Ezra Pound’s CANTO 66 – Hyperlinked.

    Canto LXVI Hyperlinked

    By Steven James Pratt

    Throughout the Tale of the Tribe class hosted by the maybelogic Academy and led by Dr. Robert Anton Wilson, the group focused on two major texts: The Cantos of Ezra Pound and “Finnegans Wake” of James Joyce.

    During the class I would copy/paste images and hyperlinks to highlight fragments from these two texts, this process gave me the general impression that the communications within FW and Pound’s Cantos were compressed and enfolded, CONDENSED, enfolded like an MP3 data-file is enfolded in some sense. I soon discovered that with sufficient attention and magnification utilizing various internet-tools provided FREE at the World Wide Web a much richer and wholesome technicoloured image emerged.

    My advice to the brave independent scholar and revolutionary poet tackling arguably two of the most difficult and iconoclastic texts of the 20th century is, first check your posture and breathing and remember your critical water consumption, next begin meditation upon the immediate relationship between the individual and the state. Locating yourself in space/time, geographically, genetically and temporally will ease the initial shock from this meditation. The internet has many FREE tools to help facilitate this process. Use them wisely. Find out for yourself using your own nervous system where and when you are and meditate upon the distinctions between your internal states of mind and the external states mediated by governments, rule of law etc. What distinguishes them from one another?

    “By internal disarmament I mean ridding ourselves of all the negative emotions that result in violence. External disarmament will also have to be done gradually, step by step. We must first work on the total abolishment of nuclear weapons and gradually work up to total demilitarisation throughout the world. – Dali Lama, Millenium Message.

    As your non-simultaneously interacting nervous-system remains approximately the most accurate and reliable research instrument immediately available to make approx. observations, aim them well and USE the force, use them again and again paying close attention to SYNCHRONICITY and DEJA VU when it manifests. Keep notes. When you set-sail with J.J, EZ and RAW. Keep notes. Start writing if you have not already. If you can enter into these word worlds with an open, cheerful, playful sensibility and remain undaunted by strange KNU languages and KNU-oriented representations you may find personally verifiable nodal-CLUSTERS of meaning. Today nearly a year later i’m thinking about what this means to me reality tunnel systems and how i’m going to communicate them to others?

    The personal synchronistic effects i have experienced during and after the official ending of the TOTT class have become further evidence, and relative-proof that there is another kind of mind at work in the universe, different to the predictable and causal ONE i was familiar with – the ONE left over from the dark ages of my Newtonian youth. One may distill the concept of Mindedness in nature as being equally opposite to the idea of mechanical causality running like a chem-trail through many of RAW’s Essays, books and teaching tools. Finnegans Wake and The Cantos seem to be minded, that is to say they exhibit mind-like phenomena, sort of non-local information transfer through time/space. The resulting weird effects seem incomprehensible when rationalized by conventional two-valued: cause and effect logical deductions. The synchronistic phenomena sometimes have the qualities of a kind of Magic, sometimes moderate telenoia and sometimes ecstasy depending upon your immediate state of mind. Morpho-genetic theory, as described by Rupert Sheldrake has sufficient space/time IMHO for an adequate scientific proposition capable of propagating nonlocal signals, and therefore to begin constructing better interfacing maps within the scientific community at large and the public. Magikal theories and other mystical schools and traditions have also provided a sufficient foundation for this kind of non-local information transfer and occult interfacing with the sentience of nature. RAW has written extensively upon these Arcane subjects and i recommend consulting his wonderful mixture of science and mysticism for a complete world view of these vast areas human experience. My own presentation here is a collection of personal observations and experiences expressed through deep contemplation upon just three meaningful synchronistic encounters [word/poem/messages] within Pound’s Cantos and one [word/poem/message] from the Joyce’s Wake. In this particular introduction i’ll focus upon Ezra Pound’s Canto LXVI. Details of more of my encounters with Joycean synchronicity can be found HERE But what does IT ALL mean?

    In August of 2005 i discovered the name of the town where your present author lives; (Stourbridge) on page 184. As has been the case with many British derived word/names there is also a sister/brother town called Sturbridge in Massachusetts, New England, United States of America. It was First settled in 1729 and officially incorporated in 1738 E.V. Today the Rotary Clubs of Stourbridge and Sturbridge are twinned and regularly visit each other. Here is the Joycean cluster around Stourbridge:

    “Of course our low hero was a self valeter by choice of need so
    up he got up whatever is meant by a stourbridge clay
    kitchenette and lithargogalenu fowlhouse for the sake of akes (the
    umpple does not fall very far from the dumpertree)”
    – Finnegans Wake, part 1, Episode 6. Page 184

    A Lithargogalenu maybe derived from the greek lithargyros: a monoxide of lead ore, dross left after smelting lead. What on earth does this mean to me? and to others? Furthermore, genealogically i have discovered that there are various conjunctions of the present authors own surname “Pratt”, in the encyclopedic text of FW although it appears compounded within other word/poems. I soon began to sit up, wipe my red-oogles and play more attention to cynchronistic events. After all, is not some fun and excitement about reading litharicher involved with imagining yourself as the protagonist-anntagonist?

    A slightly less significant synchronicity but well worth mentioning is that my Christian name is Steven and my middle name James. Made slightly more meaningful within the context of RAW’s 1988 book, and TOTT textbook: COINCIDANCE A head test. where he writes on page 5:

    “When Joyce feared that he might die without finishing “Finnegans Wake”, he selected James Stephens to complete it, not on any literary grounds per se, but because Stephens had been born on the same day as Joyce (2 february 1882) and in the same city (Dublin) – and also because Stephens has the same first name as Joyce (James) and had a last name which differed by only one letter from the first name of Stephen Dedalus, Joyce’s self-caricature in A Portrait of the Artist as a young man and Ulysses” – http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/wilsonra/codance.htm

    Seventeen days ago, (Artemis 4, 84 p.s.U) while reading the Cantos for a third time i stumbled across Stourbridge in Canto LXVI! What the bloody hell is going on – i thought to meself. What does IT ALL mean? These texts really do seem to behave like minded oracles of some sort? (shut up steven, a voice says, its just meaningless coincidence you silly stouwner.)

    “and i went in a post chaise
    Woburn Farm, Stowe, Stratford
    Stourbridge, Woodstock, High Wycombe and back to
    Grosvenor Sq” – Canto LXVI, line 30, Page 380.

    After some Googling through Bogipedia and traditional book worming, i discovered the diaries of John Adams and that he once visited England in 1886. He must have stopped off in Stourbridge at some point? maybe to pick up some groceries? I thought it strange that i had not heard word of this visit by the 2nd American president to Stourbridge in my 26 years of living here? It appears from his diaries that JA visited Stratford, Birmingham and Worcestershire also while on cultural exchange trips. The historical fact that John Adams: 2nd president of the United States of America, was impressed enough to write beautiful verse about Stourbridge interests me deeply as a lover of poetry and writing, and this geographical seal provides a kind of space/time portal of discovery for those who wish to look, and a centralized pivot for this essay: locating the epic poem of EZ into both my internal and external experience while asking the question what does IT ALL mean? Has anybody else noticed the changes in the wind recently? MIFOS

    Another synchronicity that struck me within Pound’s Canto LXVI, is the inclusion of the name/label “Dudley”, which just so happily happens to be the name of the Metropolitan Borough in which i presently reside, and that poetically swallowed up Stourbridge into its belly back in 1974 (54 p.s.U). Before this date Stourbridge was incorporated into the ancient parish of Oldswinford. DUDLEY Metropolitan Borough is presently the 2nd most populated “Town” in the United Kingdom and still mushrooming (2006). After research into this i discovered that Pound was probably referring to William Wade Dudley (1842-1909); a soldier in the American civil war, lawyer, government official, Republican campaigner and suspected “crooked” electioneer. Damn, i thought he meant the brute with the castles and the land named after him. However upon further meditation over time here in Dudley Metropolitan Borough, reading the papers and observing the political landscape, it occurred to me in an epiphany! that W.W Dudley shares some characteristic traits with the local lineage of historical “Dudley’s” in England: a beautiful garden. Another name for the compounded regions around Dudley used more colloquially is The Black Country, so named according to Occult folk-lore because of the huwdge phalanx of toxic pollutants and super-toxicating by-product waste MATERIAL from our 18-20th century industrialization revolution. What i interpret through the gloss of a gloss of the Cantos to be the experimental exploitation of what is naturally abundant in nature such as water, gas, oil, vegetation and minerals such as coke – (the carbonaceous residue of low-sulfur bituminous coal, not coca-cola for Christ’s sake).

    ” this 41st section repeals MAGNA
    CHARTA the 19th chapter
    as follows the words: NO FREEMAN…to… by his peers
    and the law of the land
    Whereon said Lord Coke, speaking of Empson and Dudley,
    the end of these two oppressors
    shd/ deter others from continuing the like
    – Canto LXVI, Page 384

    Lord Coke (1552-1634), the colonial entrepreneur and jurist appears in Pound’s “Tale of the tribe” as a heroic entity, a whispering ghost that provides a clear exhibit of a mind in history that Pound can anchor his pirate-shipoem to. Ply over ply. The fact that the word “coke” and the word “Dudley” are seperated by only 4 words in Canto LXVI has dual meanings for my own Blacked Country perception of the Cantos in 2006. (if you ask me there seems to be a conservative neo-liberal labour virus sucking up our common welfare and distributing it to private interests around these shires). And so i have Lord Coke in one sense within my internal “Cantos” matrix, and then, secondly i have the carbonaceous fuel called coke within my immediate external Cantos matrix. But what in the Dickens does this mean and what is to be done?

    “A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving”. – Lao Zi

    Right at the end of Canto LXVI yet another word/poem jumped out at me like Smeagol from behind my geographically self-centered tree of knowledge. Shires appears on the last but one line of the poem as if making sure i’m a well hooked fly. The fossilized poem “shires” is often used to identify many rural areas in England, Australia and America i.e Herefordshire, Worcestershire, Staffordshire, Yorkshire, Cambridgeshire etc. Readers of J.R.R Tolkien, will be familiar with the Shires and their more traditional context within his imaginative tales. From Tolkien’s fantastical glossing and recent cinematic distribution around the whole planet – we can globally perceive how the industrial revolution and industrial expansion programers and “city-planners” have affected the traditional, pre-industrialized rural dwellings of earth. A scenic testament to the country shires once blooming everyware with their wealth of natural abundance. For me LOTR became a great poem animated into moving pictures that had a geographical significance to some of my own sensations within the shires. Pound’s Cantos also perceive and administer this relationship between mankind and Nature, but in a different way, albeit with a more metaphysical-like, imagist-like, ideogram-like technique of representation. By brilliantly harpooning various fragments from many different cultures, often rare and bloody notes collected from the ruble around him, Pound brews up a swirling cloud of exhibits that process and enact the pushing and pulling literary vortex created from turning polarities such as mankind and nature, villain and hero, individual and State, poetry and history, individual anarchism and group totalitarianism? and so on and so fourth.

    Shire can mean province, district, or region, yet i detect some added spice, maybe from some pipe-smoking Hobbit; that evokes pastoral valleys of snot velvet, vegetation bursting like a billion fountains of light, looking glass landscapes, furry rivers etc. maybe together with a little more imagination, we can evoke GAIA herself – the great Earth mother? Remember that the pitching of two concepts against each other such as Self/state, mankind/nature is limited by being constricted into a two-valued logic sty. Joyce and Pound are both masters of casting thousands of shades and subtle tones in their epic poetry that shatter any two valued conclusions of certainty and introduce 3, 4 and more logic systems of value vortexts that twist and turn like our DNA structures, reflecting and interacting with the reader like astrological forces, changing as cycles unwind cosmically aligned somehow MIFOS? Girodano Bruno provided much original thinking about this. The “hologramic” process appears wonderfully well detonated within Dr. Wilson’s book: “Coincidance. A head test.” He sometimes calls this phenomena “Holographic prose” but it often escapes identification itself because of ubiquitous presence. Perhaps similar to the ubiquitous presence of consciousness, that fullness of the woid, the optimism within dark matter? Wilson, very much like Joyce and Pound, and often paying exquisite tribute to them explicitly, has incorporated vast amounts of illuminated historical details using his own methodological historicism – his holognomic method and writing to the Universe.

    “By another clause (in our Charter)
    that the great and general court or assembly
    shd/ have power
    to erect judicatories courts of record
    and other courts
    to determine pleas processes plaints actions etc
    whereby a law (2 William III) have established etc
    and in Edward IV this Beauchamps commission
    was, for the uncertainty, VOID
    By letters patent and under great seal
    in all shires, counties palatine and in Wales
    and any other dominions
    – Canto LXVI, line?, Page 386.

    The following HYPERTEXT exhibit of Canto LXVI is presented to inspire and spark others to discover for themselves the integrated relationships in their local and non-local environments. Also, as i have been turned on to the poetry of Ezra Pound and James Joyce in particular, through studying at TOTT i wish to pass on this advise for better processing in the 21st century. At the same time the writing process i experienced through this essay facilitates my own relative truth-seeking and my own ploughing for verifiable evidence of non-local transfer of meaningful information operating backwards and forwards throughout time-space. Blueprints for my own time-machine. MIFOS?

    Could not let us bring their sugar to Europe
    wd/ lessen the number of french and of Spanish
    seamen
    Generally rode twice a day till made master
    of this curiopus forest (Bois de Boulogne)
    view of Issy and castle of Meudon
    game is not very plentiful. Dined at Amiens
    put up at Abbeville. Dover view. Mr Johnson
    Gt Tower hill who informs me
    that a vessel with one thousand hogshead of tobacco
    is passed by the Channel from Congress
    to Messrs Willinicks 27 Oct ’83
    Hague June 22, ’84
    So there is no drop not American in me
    Aye we have noticed that said the Ambassador
    Sends to Morocco no marine stores
    sends ’em glaces and other things of rich value
    Said Lord Carmarthen wd/ present me
    but that i shd/ do business with Mr Pitt very often
    Posts not surrendered
    are Preq’isle, Sandusky etc
    Detroit Michilimakinac
    St JosephSt Mary’s
    | daughter married less prudently
    and they were thinking of sending her to America
    Presented
    Mr Hamilton to the Queen at the drawing room
    Mr Jefferson
    and i went in a post chaise
    Woburn Farm,Stowe, Stratford
    Stourbridge, Woodstock, High Wycombe and back to
    Grosvenor Sq
    A national debt of
    274 million stg
    accumulated by jobs contracts salaries pensions in
    the course of a century
    might easily produce all this magnificence
    Pope’s pavilion and Thompson’s seat made the excursion
    Poetic
    Shenstone‘s the most rural of all
    19th, Wednesday, anniversary of the battle of Lexington
    and of my reception in Holland
    which latter is considered of no importance
    to view the seat of the banker child
    three houses, in fact, round and square
    blowing roses, ripe strawberries plums cherries etc
    deer sheep wood doves guinea-hens peacocks etc
    Dr Grey speaks very lightly of Buffon
    Mr H. prefers the architecture of this house because it
    reminds him of Palladio
    windows with mahogany columns
    three are two stoves but at neither of them
    could a student be comfortable in cold weather

    July 18th, yesterday, moved all the grass to Stony Hill field
    this day my new barn was raised
    their songs never more various than this morning
    Corn by two sorts of worm
    Hessian fly menaces wheat
    Where T. has been trimming red cedars
    Otis full of election: Henry, Jefferson, Burr
    T. cutting trees and leaves of white oaks
    To barely and black grass at the beach
    said one thing wd/ make Rhode Islandunanimous
    –meaning funding–
    They wanted Hamilton for vice president
    I said nothing.
    WHERETOWARD THE ARGUMENTS HAD BEEN
    as renouncing the transactions of Runing Meade

    Prince of Orange, King William by the people
    that their rights be inviolable
    which drove out James Second…IS still active.
    Nothing less than this seems to have been meditated for us
    by somebody or other in Britain
    reprinted by Thos. Hollis
    OB PECUNIAE SCARSITATEM
    this act, the stamp act, wd/ drain cash out of the country
    and is, further, UNconstitutional
    yr/ humanity counterfeit
    yr/ liberty cankered with simulation
    Earl Clarendon to Bill Pym in the Baastun Gazette
    Jan 17th 1 7 6 8
    Danegold emptied the land of coin
    what are powers of these new admiralty courts in America
    per pares et legem terrae
    is there any grand jury to bring an indictment
    to find presentments
    any petit for fact
    IS this trial per legem terrae
    or by Institutes Digests Roman?
    Become attentive to their liberties
    counties, towns, private clubs and sodalities
    most accurate judgement
    about the real constitution
    which is not of wind and weather
    what is said there
    is rather a character
    than a true

    ching
    ming

    definition. It is a just observation.
    Jury answers questions of fact
    thus regarding the subject…
    pompous rituals theatrical ceremonies
    so successfully used to
    delude to terrify men out of virtue and liberty
    Elizabeth tried, James First put out Goodwin
    and the commons reversed it
    (London Chronicle)
    By this course, said one member, free election is taken away
    common rights our ancestors have left us
    By this course, said another, the Chancellor
    could call a parliament of only such as he please
    After repeal of American Stamp Act
    we have mortification to see one act of Parliament after
    another,
    money collecting from us continually without our consent
    by an authority
    in the constitution of which we have no share
    and see the little coin that remained among us
    transmitted to distance
    with no hope of return
    RESOLUTION to maintain duty and loyalty to our sovreign
    and to Parliament as legislative in all cases of necessity
    to preserve the Empire as a whole
    17 June, 1768
    Instructions to Braintree’srepresentatives
    We mean by 6th Anne chap. xxxvii section 9
    IT IS ENACTED
    no mariner
    be retained on any privateer ship or vessel
    in any part of America… be impressed on any ship of
    Her Majesty’s any time after St Valentine’s day 1707
    on pain of L 20. per man
    Small field pieces happened, said Governor Hutchinson,
    to point at the door of the Court House [Pg. 383]

    To the Hnbl James Otis and Thos Cushing Esquires
    Mr Sam Adams and John Hancock Esquire
    ;;;;……demands tr
    fortitude virtue and wisdom
    to remove anything that may appear to awe or intimidate
    late attack flagrant and formal
    on the constitution itself
    and the immunities of our charters
    Unnecessary to repeat our known sentiments on the revenue
    this 41st section repeals MAGNA
    CHARTA the 19th chapter
    as follows the words: NO FREEMAN…to… by his peers
    and the law of the land
    Whereon said Lord Coke, speaking of Empson and Dudley,
    the end of these two oppressors
    shd/ deter others from continuing the like
    and they bring not in the absolute and partial trials by direction
    …by every legal measure, sirs, we recommend you…
    Natural tendency of the legal profession to side with authority
    freeholders and other inhabitants (Cambridge 21st December. ’72
    constitutional
    means the redress…natural rights…charter right
    money extorted from us, appropriated to the augmentation of
    burdens upon us
    independent of grants of our commons.
    attest
    Andrew Boardman town clerk
    Judges salaries shd/ be independent both of the king
    and of the people
    great danger if commission hang upon either
    a civil commission gives no new powers
    tyranny in them to assume it
    common lay of England, BIRTHRIGHT of every man here
    and at home
    ‘not look on my self as in a state of nature
    and is pity that other man shd/’
    Wm Brattle
    It is the wish of almost all good men, replied Adams
    that what Brattle states were good law.
    But from Edward First’s time to the present letters patent
    are otherwise worded
    sic: beneplacitu nostro
    Ad regis nutum duratura
    says Fortescue
    chancellor
    will it be shown that by ‘ judges ‘ Genl Brattle
    means barons of Exchequer
    custos rotolorum and clerk of the peace
    were created by statue not erected by common law
    Sir Edward Coke, who being in King’s displeasure,
    was removed from his place by writ of the king
    reciting that whereas etc

    …appointed to desist from…
    timid jurors and judges who held during pleasure
    never failed to second the views of the Crown
    he, James Second, was obliged before he brought Hales’ case
    to displace 4 of his judges
    By concerts between King james and Sir Edward…
    his coachman was employed to bring action…
    Jones had the integrity to tell the king to his face
    that he might make 12 judges but wd/ scarce find 12 lawyers
    of his opinion.
    ‘wishing genl Brattle success in his researches ‘
    J Adams
    By another clause (in our Charter)
    that the great and general court or assembly
    shd/ have power
    to erect judicatories courts of record
    and other courts
    to determine please processes plaints actions etc
    whereby a law (2 William III) have established etc
    and in Edward IV this Beauchamps commission
    was, for the uncertainty, VOID
    By letters patent and under great seal
    in all shires, counties palatine and in Wales
    and any other dominions

    To conclude, I wish to highlight (see above) the positive attributes of historical revisionism as a tool through which poetry becomes a portal for Trippy Cultural Group Archeology. I have found that History observed through the lens of picture/poems, ideograms and song has a structural bond with which to correspond processes in biological nature with rhetorical processes within history. This leads to enacting singing processes, dancing processes, shouting processes – The tale of the tribe. Start writing your own and make it new.

    (DJ fly agaric 23)
    Steven James Pratt
    Wordsley, United Kingdom

  • 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

  • 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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  • PROSE TOOLS 9.0 (mphdj METHOD OVERVIEW).

    PROSE TOOLS 9.0 (mphdj METHOD OVERVIEW).

    Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the – James Joyce, Finnegans Wake.”

    “Cleopatra wrote of currency,
    Versus who scatter old records
    ignoring the HSIEN form
    and jump to the winning side.–Ezra Pound, Canto LXXXV.

    Towords an MPHDJ method. Prose turntables and mixer of Correspundance. A Knu Tribal Encyklopedial of changes, odes, rights and histories for time-space playback. New Tools to interlock with the Beastly Rhythm; the rhythm cutting time into space. Cutting into the vinyl discs of history from the great hall of records. An MPHDJ Telling the tale of the tribe fable with magical tools and a turn-tribe-table. I am for balance. Stereo. To be stable.

    Sun and moon discs in motion to the patterns of petals and stars, branches and trees all spinning at various pace, the stylus finding the precise times-place. Backandfourth push and pulling forces. The Tao of PLUSH. The Sun appears to be spinning and shining all the spacetime. Night on earth seems just a pitch-shifting shadow. I am shining and spinning all the timespace so I guess that Death is just a pitch-shifting shadow too.

    Knock yourself up proper on the head. Tap Tap Tap. Make one full 360 degree turn either to the right or to the left. Run your ring-finger, middle and index fingers past your thumb like when your crab scratching at the cross-fader, for that triplet effect, and then say the words “On turntables as it is in Heaven. On Vinyl as it is on Earth. Turning forever and ever. Oar-men.” Now sit down. Relax. Revolutionize your thinking.

    To help formulate a question or meditation i usually drop coins from my mouth onto each turntable platter thrice, casting an I-Ching Hexagram reading for that particular moment in space-time. 3 coins (1 Euro, 1 Pound, 25 cents) dropped six times. Following the King Wen Sequence of the traditional I-Ching divination process i proceed, along with 64 words of genetic code and coincidance in my mind indestructible.

    MPHDJ Initiate of the greater mysteries communicating forces with frantic hand gestures and pagan poetry and some sensibility to form MPHDJ weapuns of task construction. Prose Tools. Forming a new hocus stereo focus between the expanding psyche (blue shift) and the expanding universe (red shift). I am for balance, peace and communication.

    DRUMSTICK WAND of FIRE. SOUTHERN EYE-LASH BRUSH FOR SIGHT-SEEING. FUN 0’GRAPH RECORDISC of EARTH. FINGER TOUCHING AND SCRATCHING SYMBOLS IN A NORTHERN DIRECTION. DRUMUG of WATER. THE TASTING TONGUE LICKS THE MIRROR MOVING WEST. STYLUS SWORD of AIR. SMELL THE EASTERN WIND WITH A STYLUS NOSE TIP. TURNTABLE of SPIRIT. EVERYWARE INVISIBLE. BLUE-TOOTH WEATHER COMING FROM ALL QUARTERS. OMNIDIRECTIONAL

    Disc Jockeys united. Awake and now standing up erect as styli. DJ Geomancy in the air with fingers and minds tracer. Chanting to all regalia. Scratch and juggle shapes and patterns from the turntable platter to the air-space-time and vice-versa. Write a pentagram within a circle. Now try a unicursal hexagram. Who are you and where do your thoughts go when you think of them? Your author discovered today for example that he (IS) in some sense a half-Irish, half-Englishman residing in Amsterdam in the process of developing MPHDJ disc/seal/calendars and a mixer for a lecture on the tale of the tribe.

    Rotate your imaginary air-canvas on its horizontal axis and continue invoking and banishing forces, with statesmanship and compassion. Do what thou will. You can charge up the discs while they are spinning on the turntable platter. You can sing your lungs out to the planets and stars, saying magical motto. Pull funny and absurd faces while looking down at the revolutionary disc/seal/calendar/sigil. The disc may have a reflective surface. Imagine a bright flame between you and the disc. Ask yourself who you are and where are your thoughts going today? fly agaric 23, maybelogic.

    Prose Tools bound in red, yellow, blue and green silk threads, proof that i know what i am stewing. I resort to the language of symbols in these times of TSOG and their wars. Make peace on walls with LING, a great new sensibility. Peace comes of communication. Rotation and the changes bring on the new ages. After all else has gone, i am that which remains.

    Planetary forces will be invoked and banished daily by new turntable operators worldwide. Hands off wireless blue-toothing everyware? crossed-wires, crossed paths. I saw the head DJ’s that ever battle against one another, so that all their thought is a confusion. DJ’s working together to balance the forces. More than symbolic games, turntable healing. Thou has appeared to m huge and allmazifull, the Lord of Time, bearing a sharp stylus sickle atop the heavenly wheels wearing flaming armour, with sword and shield-discs, drums and brushes, triumphantly crowned with the ROTA table. But i was not deceived by these, i cast them all aside and said “begone”.

    Thou transformed ABRAHADABRA INTO AMANTAMCARA to unify the microcosmic five and the macrocosmic six with Amanita Muscaria. But even this mighty mushroom deceived me knot. Let those tools be prose Tools. Tables to Tables to cables and back to back to the mixer. On Vinyl as it is on Earth. Turning forever and ever. Oar-men.

    Oh Oh oh my Gud! Unity is fly Buginning! Unity is fly Spirit, and fly Purmutation Unity! let me un-veil my fly acrillic gloss.

    –Fly Agaric 23
    MPHDJ. “fly’.

  • MAYBE QUERTERLY MAGAZINE PRINT EDITION!


    Described best by his Hopefullness, Borsky:

    Friday, October 03, 2008

    Maybe print edition

    Maybe Print has reached the shelves. I just received a package of 100 minted copies.

    Contributions by Bogus, Bobby, Minja, Fly Agaric, Frater K:. (bless his soul), Zenpunkist, Propaganda, The Purple Gooroo, Quackenbush, yours truly and many others.

    Want some? Just ask.

    Steven James Pratt

  • MAYBELOGIC QUARTERLY 12


    Fly Agaric by Bobby!

    Read more adventures at MQ12

    MQ12 Nine Characters looking for an Author

    MLA Springs into another phase of collaborative projects, I’m looking FWD to the next issues and hope that this multiwriting project expands in all directions.

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  • 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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    Steven James Pratt

  • MQ is for MAYBELOGIC QUARTERLY: ISSUE 11

    MQ 11 Fly Piece

    Steven James Pratt