The Myth, Art and Music of Sun Ra.
By Steve Fly Agaric 23.
23rd’ March 2009.
“The myth is neither bad nor good, its potentials are unlimited.” – SUN RA.
Sounds Fly: Music Writing
by Steven James Pratt et al.
Link: http://a.co/9OHmjhJ
Poems, shards, fragments, prose, experiments
The Myth, Art and Music of Sun Ra.
By Steve Fly Agaric 23.
23rd’ March 2009.
“The myth is neither bad nor good, its potentials are unlimited.” – SUN RA.
Sounds Fly: Music Writing
by Steven James Pratt et al.
Link: http://a.co/9OHmjhJ
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.
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.
http://stores.lulu.com/flyagaric23
http://fatteningblogsforsnakes.blogspot.com/
http://flyolympic.blogspot.com/
http://wordspore.blogspot.com/
http://tsogblogsphere.blogspot.com/
http://flyagaric2019.blogspot.com/
http://acrillic.blogspot.com/
http://maybelogic.blogspot.com/
http://electronicdrugs.blogspot.com/
http://ataleofatribe.blogspot.com/
http://www.myspace.com/flyagaric23
http://www.myspace.com/flyagaric24
http://www.myspace.com/rawmemorial
http://soundcloud.com/flyagaric23
http://www.flickr.com/photos/14660896@N05/
http://djflyagaric23.blogspot.com/
By Steven James Pratt.
(The Poet – John Sinclair.)
“he tells us about Johnson’s apprenticeship and that original meeting of musician and devil at those famous crossroads, or when he introduces the story of Slim by connecting the gospel of “This Train” with Little Walter’s “My Babe” and winds his way back to Slim’s namesake, the Sunnyland Train, concluding, “He traveled fast and could be dangerous.” Sinclair even has a charming, scholarly way of crediting his sources, name-checking writers like Robert Palmer and Pete Welding as he goes. — Jon Garelick. http://www.bostonphoenix.com/boston/music/otr/documents/02458016.htm
Fleastyle feedback:
Here are tales of heroic men
Fighting with music, with a GUITAR
With a harmonica, a tin-can, a bottle
A coke bottle top. Life and Death. Story.
Fighting the snake charm of materialism
The greed machines and pure’
Satanical shitstem.
Industrial-Agricultural-media monster. Ugh.
Here are tales, localized and time-binded in story.
By our beat poet, guest, scholar in residence, in Europe.
Hear to speak right knowledge, and bard on.
Plucking head and heart strings, PING. Another book saved!
Tales for humans to resonate with
Time-space binded Poems, for the general heart mind.
Including history. And all humanity under its light.
A history of history within history
In some sense , retold tales of legend upon legend.
The tale of Fattening Frogs for Snakes;
Singing matter, fucking matter, shouting matter
Dancing matter. Smoking Matter.
Fly feedback….on Poetic historicism,
Music criticism and the post modern
condition of Dr. John Sinclair.
“Fattening Frogs for Snakes,” yeh, that’s what Americans do, except the ones that really is snakes. That is the United SNAKES ain’t it? So from jump, John know, what the definition of hope to die (say when) American is. And he rejects it like the music do. The music reject it because American is a definition of what ain’t got no use for the blues or for those who make the blues.–Amiri Baraka, Foreword to Fattening Frogs for Snakes by John Sinclair.
Wind and stars. Fillamint-buster and the firm-cement. Spewing gas but some froth and cake’t up swirl of pigment. Congress. Vortexture of cream.
Yes. Cherry Peppermint swirl, Jungle Lozenge mumint, See weed green with blush.As seen from a Nozzle head of the game at hand.
Objects hunted down AND NEUTRALIZED. CornersRemoved, adjusted, arranged according to the
CHUSCAPE 360 exit’Planet Graffiti Mustards. Skeye Socket, pivot, ball and fully flexi jointed. Perceptual waltz into and out of that word..Corpse-
manure on the lips of the Literati. What IS and ISN’T? Litres of spit-atoms brew nothing NEW on TV? swatches? The Great Lie, Con,
Insider trade and perceptual coersionYes. The great spirit of Illusion.
Cracked open and caked to our faces. Deception turned into ART Mask and Anti ART Mask Painted Plane, painted banking towers.
Painted cardboard people.Nozzle-view sees through that, and through timespice pace pace. Masking, anti-masking the delightful environmint,
YOUCAN – You are the Nozzle of perception. Just spew it.
Paint seas of snot green. Papermunt Origreeny Hulk.
Cream cake of Nozzle clog residua – spurts rusty cherry bombsLike a Jam donut explosion, cap switch switch.
And the picture has not yet even fully taken shape, even, as, i write this.Chuscaprism from Alphabeta v 1.0
I painted, from one viewpoint, a CHUSCAPE vision of an aeroplane engine falling
through the roof of the bar. –CHU
http://www.youtube.com/user/flyagaric23
http://twitter.com/FLYAGARIC2019
http://stores.lulu.com/flyagaric23
http://fatteningblogsforsnakes.blogspot.com/
http://flyolympic.blogspot.com/
http://wordspore.blogspot.com/
http://tsogblogsphere.blogspot.com/
http://flyagaric2019.blogspot.com/
http://acrillic.blogspot.com/
http://maybelogic.blogspot.com/
http://electronicdrugs.blogspot.com/
http://ataleofatribe.blogspot.com/
http://www.myspace.com/flyagaric23
http://www.myspace.com/flyagaric24
http://www.myspace.com/rawmemorial
http://soundcloud.com/flyagaric23
http://www.flickr.com/photos/14660896@N05/
http://djflyagaric23.blogspot.com/
RETAIL ACTIVITY, a aerosol painting on canvas by CHU.
Fly Agaric Xpandjin’ the context, into alphabeta. Feedback loops.
2009/6002 upsidedown…
“Will art have the right to a second, interminable existence, like the
secret services that, as we know, haven’t had any secrets to steal or exchange
for some time but who still continue to flourish in utter superstition of their
usefulness, perpetuating their own myth. — Baudrillard, The Conspiracy of Art.
1996.
“The “stereo” effect of verse is not merely one of simultaneous stimulation of
two different brain areas, but also the result of a necessary integrative
collaboration and feedback between them. – Frederick Turner. Space and Time in
Chinese Verse.
“Greenburg had always argued that the Old Masters, the classic 3-D realists, had
created “an illusion of space into which one could imagine oneself walking. –Tom
Wolfe, The Painted Word.
“Art has become involved (not only from the financial point of view of the art
market, but in the very management of aesthetic values) in the general process
of insider trading. Art is not alone: Politics, economics, the news all benefit
from the same complicity and ironic resignation from their consumers. –Jean
Baudrillard, The Conspiracy of Art. 1996.”
“It’s a facet of my mathematical ways, it’s all based on your point-of-view. By
continuing a line up a wall onto the ceiling you can delete corners and make the
ceiling disappear, depending on where you’re standing.” -chu
”and then, having succeeded admirably, you ask with a sense of
see-what-i-mean? outrage: look, they don’t even buy our products! (Usually
referred to as “quality art.”) The art world had been successfully restricted to
about 10′000 souls worldwide, the beaux monded of a few metropolises. Of these,
perhaps no more than 300 – worldwide – bought current work (this year’s, last
year’s, the year-before’s) with any regularity; of these, perhaps 90 lived in
the United States. — Tom Wolfe, The Painted Word. 1975. Black Swan. pg.
67-68.
Dudley M. Burroughs – (Chief Commissioner of Sewers)
After producing ‘Writing Hands’ I ventured deeper into the world of distorting the viewpoints, a thought process in two dimensional works that Escher is possibly most famous for. His lithograph entitled ‘Relativity’ was the next piece that I chose to remix.
In these days of economic crisis I also updated the piece to depict a modern market area, a supermarket or shopping mall, filled with glass panels (shamelessly achieved by the use of a paper edge). Instead of the three views culminating in exit points to organic backgrounds or nature, I chose to make the whole space an interior, with backgrounds of a shop, car park and a public sliding-door entrance.
The figures are also modernised; cash machine, struggling pensioners, drunks, maintenance orderly and shoppers. The perspectives got a little more funked-up, and the piece also has 15% value added (the original lithograph is square) accommodating the landscape proportion of the canvas.


The construction is visible in a short stop-frame video i produced to animate the process.
Fly Agaric 23. September 2005.
San Francisco.
http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fflyagaric23%2Fpannonica-john-sinclair-and-his-amsterdam-blues-scholars& PANNONICA – John Sinclair and his Amsterdam Blues Scholars by flyagaric23
To the States or any one of them, or any city of the States:
RESIST MUCH, OBEY LITTLE,
Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved,
Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this Earth,
ever afterward resumes its liberty.
–Walt Whitman.
The NEW MARIJUANA LEGALIZATION SHAKE DOWN. JULY 4TH 2008. BY FLY AGARIC 23. 0.0.0 MPHDJ.
The un-expansion of environments and free-spaces for human beings to smoke (ANYTHING) has been rapidly expanding in its constrictive powers over the last 3 years. On a global scale, a new mushroom cloud or umbrella of zero-tollerance has formed–like the terrifying image of maybe 40 thermo-nuclear war-heads exploding over all over these territories and spaces, they are blanketed with the FOG of law in this sense if viewed from outer-space. The BUTT of the joke about any kind of smoking ban clings to the THC in the toke. You’d have to be stoned to put up with this insult to human intelligence and sensibility. Laughing Crying Screaming LCS!
Interestingly every smoking ban does NOT cover non-human entities such as motor vehicles, turbine engines, Nuclear power stations, factories, media-stations, smoking Bazookas et cetera. Which produce a HELL OF A LOT of smoke! Didn’t you know by now that where’s there’s SMOKE, there’s fire, and Mirrors.
What is a smoke these days, what does this NO Smoking sign really mean in your city? A Smoke could be:
But i am causing confusion here where there should be more clarity, i suppose you must have a common faith and reasonable restraint, some common horse-sense and to have a common council and sensibility to read and believe what NO SMOKING means within the many different contexts a,b,c,d,e; et cetera; and then make such judgement and action as one would see proper and fit. But one glance at any Drug Prohibition programe shows them to be playing a similar game of confusion. But without any jokes or interesting footnotes.
DAMNBIGUATION seems an appropriate new word to describe the problem of the Smoking Ban getting taken seriously by any thinking individual capable of catching an elevator. How can Tobacco and marijuana be both legal and illegal at the same time, as seems to now be the case, the legal case at least at the present time here in the Netherlands? What of the rest of the world?
THANKYOU FOR BLO SMOKING.
DAMNBIGUATION. a. Tobacco. b. Marijuana. (What is SKUNKweed?) The pop media and all the big pharma marketing and magik companies know all about DAMNBIGUATION it seems. They use ambiguity every moment of every single fresh day to keep the masses breathing exhaust fumes and paying for wars in their hall of mirrors, in the HAZE. The FOG OF The LAW. The word-corpsemanure camp. And the war on some people, and some animals, that use some pharmacological compounds, to accent the greek PHARMAKON seems the most absurd of all their absurd quasi-mystical law-spell-word magic law-spell-binding. Today for me the word PHARMAKON would be a far more informative and helpful word to use as a substitute for DRUG so as to kick that DAMNBIGUATION drug-word habit in the BUTT, right NOW! I am styling myself here a bit like the BBC Newsnight culture correspondent Stephen Smith who says, “We’ve been trying to penetrate the fog surrounding cannabis to sort a few facts from the myths.
But, lets not ramble too far from smell of scent of the shit here. Something is very very exciting to me about the prospect that establishments around the world can unite in allowing MARIJUANA to be consumed inside their establishments as an ILLEGAL substance is not covered in any Tobacco ban or other law that prohibits consumption in public places such as cafes, bars, and restaurants. Put up a sigh that says. MARIJUANA SMOKERS AND SMOKE TOLLERATED HERE. Thankyou for POT smoking.
The Dutch double bind here seems to me to be in the relationship between Coffee-shop Authorities and the seperate municipality Authorities. Some but not all of the Dutch Municipality authorities overlook with toleration a limited amount of establishments and a limited amount of people to bend the law a little bit to provide a little environment in which people can buy and smoke a little bit of quality MARIJUANA. In a safe environment.
But even this tentative relation-shop between different authorities seems under threat these days, in 2008 with some but not all coffeeshops folding due to less business and more regulations and crippling laws to abide by such as. NO ADVERTISING. NO ALCHOHOL. NO TOBACCO. NO DANCING. And the list of things you can’t do inside a building in most–but not all–of Europe and America reels out in comparative length with the receipts from all the international trade in arms, sugar, oil and more terrible steel; reeling for miles and miles. When was the last time a LAW was passed that increased the individuals freedoms, or i might say when was the last time a law was abolished that gave individuals greater freedoms to live and love as they please. (Gay Marriage?).
I SMOKED THE LAW.
No matter how you look at it the passing of more laws creates more potential criminals, and in a shady would where everybody is a potential criminal for one reason or another, the passing of more laws just increases the possible amount of criminal psychological impressions often associated with paranoia, illness and depression. And the popular phrase’s used worldwide like “we are passing these laws to protect YOU the public, YOU the employee and YOU the human being” echo throughout the lands. LIES! The more laws they pass the more criminals they create. THEY in this context referring to TSOG (TSARIST OCCUPATION GOVERNMENT). CCTV. DNA database Church of deception.
We the people are simply asking the question to all authority, why, why do you think you know so much and so rightly that you can mediate and moderate what we do, how we choose to live life, how we remain healthy and happy? If life, happy-ness and love are what we choose for our lives then WHY do you think that YOU know so much about MY life, OUR lives, the people. I often think that they should just leave US alone and let us get on with living. And living is what I choose, and living is what we the people choose. Let the death monsters and hate filled war mongers have their death matches, and let them have their laws all for themselves. But please, have the common human sense and dignity to let those who choose life choose for themselves how they live their life. Sharing, caring and remaining open for communication.
BLUETOOTH SMOKING PROHIBITED!
In contrast to snooping, greedy and closed-minded government, private profit based economic and business practices in 2008 it seems easy to expand on my point here that the reverse of these mental health problems afflicting most of the worlds powerful institutions and governments are our greatest weapons. To walk tall and be seen. With a flower in your mouth a every human being in your heart. WE THE PEOPLE. Of a general heart march into our life. Our free choice. We march into ourselves and our life and continue questioning everything, especially authority. Yet living our lives as if a UTOPIA is right here right now, in our sensory, sensual world. AND NOTHING CAN EVER STOP THE REVOLUTIONARY HUMAN MIND AND NERVOUS SYSTEM FOR REVOLUTIONIZING. All Empires have fallen in the mind indestructable. So mote it be.
–Fly Agaric 23.

Legalize. Make new markets.
Marijuana Markets. End the recession,.
Make more jobs. Legalize the weed, man!
The only economic option for any country 2008
A Stimulant package, for the economy.
Upswing, and gains for the brains canabinoid receptors
Swings and curves, relaxing nerves.
New marijuana markets.
Rebuild the US economy with weeds
Thats all you needs
Seeds no need to be bleeding for oil.
Plant the herb in the soil
Green economics without Grass seems like
A Copyright infringement.
Marijuana markets to boost the economy
Of all nations, more jobs, cropping,
Sewing seeds, fiber, paper fuel,
Foods, culture of Cannabis.–Fly Agaric 23
The Fuming Ban.
July 1st 2008.
Tobacco. Firearms. And the War on some people who mediate some Pharmakos’
I arrived back into Amsterdam today at 11:45 am. By 11:45 pm i was contemplating the proposed “smouldering ban” which according to some media outlets–took effect–today, here in the Netherlands. CNN, Channel four and other popular media gas stations had apparently, according to what people were telling me at work, included my workplace (Coffeeshop 420) in the some of the news items. CNN is a familiar gas-station to your present author and so is the BBC in an equal and opposite way. I have observed much spin and semantical distortions from these gas stations overe the past 15 years, and the “fumming ban” here in the Netherlands seems to have attracted the big media DOGS! But still, i’ll wage my bacon that most but not all major media “telecommunications GAS Stations” have a vested interest in semantical distortions, especially and most OBVIOUSLY to thinking individuals, in the puffed up category of newsmedia speak “DRUGS” the ultimate haze. A media created HYPER SKUNK. ILNNES MADNESS and Hyper-CRIMINAL. No purple. Without any Green. A grey noun in the paper print world of unimaginable darkness and squalid suffering. The NEWSPEAK word DRUG, Drugging itself and its faithful readers.
“Every citizen will choose the type of health care he or she wants,” –Guns and Dope Party.
I have found the word “DRUGS” to be maybe the most misused, abused and mistyfying catch-phrase that the major media corportaions–some, by the way who are in business link projects and stock-ties and bonds with giant pharmacological corporations–are in my opinion exhausting our human sensibility and our sanity with these meaningless, structurally inconsistent NEWSPEAKINGS. (To use one of the most common catch phrases for a deceptive and inherently snaky language).
Dr. Robert Anton Wilson suggests the semantical update of transforming the phrase “war on drugs” used in the worlds popular mainstream news media gasphere into “The war on SOME people who use SOME drugs”. I agree with Bob that this kind of semantical approach to “drugs” at the very least might make us find a theasaurus and look up the word drugs and discover the array of meanings possibly associated with drugs. Not to mention the mostly negative impression of drugs and crime as a sprawling monster that stalks our streets like a giant squid in the fog of night! I need not go on here about more examples of semantical distortions and ill-defined gossip column style reports revolving around “The war on some people who use some drugs” its everywhere, like a black Death resurrected by Burroughs. A Word Virus int he matrix. ‘DRUGS’.
It has to be legally defined in human language to make a law of it. DMT is an example of this kind of unknown legal status, until quite recently. How do you make something unknown illegal? make new categories?
POT IS DEFINED AS BEING ILLEGAL BY THE LAW AND SO CANNOT BE ILLEGALIZED BY A SMOKING BAN ON TOBACCO, in the Netherlands. as long as cannabis remains illegal it will be possible to smoke it inside a coffeeshop according to dutch law in 2008.
PUT UP SIGNS IN YOUR HOUSE THAT READ THINGS LIKE:
SMOKE ONLY PURE CANNABIS INSIDE. PLEASE OBEY.
TABACO AND MARIJUANA TOGETHER TOLLERATED. MAKE SOME SMOKE SIGNALS.
The whole world has been portrayed and re-represented in a new dream language, wake up. It seems to me that language is our closest and most powerful ally in the war on some people who use some drugs. The only political, poetic and consciousness research based GAME in town these days, where fair, scientific, logical and responsible and balanced methods seems to fail and pale at the EXPERIENCE itself, and so medieval dogma and religious superstition move forward, trying to take over, monopolize and police language, meaning and THOUGHT> This appears to me as the cutting edge, a place for me to take a stand against the Tsarist/Nazi Occupied Governments around the world and their illegal “Drug Fnord” wars, and disinformation campaigns against the citizens of planet earth so as to continue with THEIR business selling germs and steel to Gangsters. Crime against GOD. Crime against Nature! Have some decency common man!
Until the global police, who reinforce the single-sighted, irrational and meaningless “War on drugs” bust into Monsanto, GalaxoSmithKiline and the other worldwide “Phamacological Dope Dealing Syndicates” and/or violently shutting down every supermarket and “Drug” store, only then can we have a sensible meaning to any “War on Drtugs” and also only then can we equal intelligent conversation and rational discussion about “The War on Some People who use Some drugs.” Communication is only possible between equals. I am your humble servant, fly agaric.
Before The United Nation’s and/or any other political authority wishes to fight a war on something i suggest that their experts and strategic agents first define what DRUG means, to them. Their “The War on drugs” appears to me as an example of the very very bad language used and perpetuated by Officials, Agents, Police, Politicians and then fanned and propagated outwards by convenient News Media. What they are trying hard to avoid is defining this smart business strategy as the “War on some people who use Some drugs.” Accentuating the HUMAN doer and the ACTION user in the sentence.
A better way to fight the 51st “War on drugs” maybe to replace Police with Poets, or people with a better understanding of neuro-semantics. Linguists and Novelists, magicians, independent journalists, warrior-poets etc.
When you can internalize and realize that the war on drugs is more precisely the “War on some people who use some drugs”. Questions start to arise from the increased semantical data provided by the additional words: “some people” and “use some drugs”. Who and what might be the next question. These questions are a key to breaking through the veil of disinformation surrounding the fake and fantastically expensive “War on drugs” and also the more recent Tobacco laws.
Drug still means what Hippocrates and Galen understood it to mean: a substance that instead of being overcome by the body and assimilated in nutrition is instead capable of “Overcoming” it.
A war on the above statement shows the neglect and abuse of language and sensibility towards possibly the greatest revolutionary force known to mankind: the human brain-body nervous system, an interaction between an array of other forces–neural semantic forces–and your interacting nervous forces and a third interacting “Interaction” force of the two. Mixed in space/time to produce the moment. A moment. Moments of YOGA you might say. The Coming together of two things, and all this experience being dependent upon all the varying conditions and sensory data available. When, where, how and why you made your reading. That some drugs involved in this interactive biological process, evolving over hundreds of thousands of years by interacting with other biological neural networks. To suggest humans are somehow involved in a “War” with this seems to me like saying you have Billions of villains running through your body-brain interface. Insurgent chemical criminals.
Yet, “The War on Drugs” continues, and to the fundamentalist materialist maybe the crazy poet and his dream language are a deranged monstrosity, resulting from loosing one’s mind to those very drugs. Yet, be that as it may, crazy poetry continues to be the most powerful weapon in the “War on Some peole who use some Drugs.” Have you read the Mainstream corporate headlines today and compared them with Blake or Li Po?
–Fly Agaric 23
MPHDJ
JULY 4th 2008.
Before my response.
Here’s some writing, prepared for this matter of Stourbridge, Shopping Malls, Poetry and me:
MONOPOLY Everyware like ©hristmas board-room games. Monopoly on water, air, land and thought. Wee drink Peace for sport. Ghosts of Slaggy Thatcher’s Britain. Great became grit. Industry sold to Palmer Eldritch. GO GET HOOKED on Kapitalisimus. Here comes E-Bay, Amazon, flare trade and google, everybody together again. Faceback to the singularity. Digital highs and lows. Get hooked on electronic DRUGS! Mental-pathic wrestling matches Inn-the-net! Up against the wall Monopolying Motherfuckers. Direct deception delivery services.
Who issues it, how? Get a loan, get hooked on consumerism. Get a Good stale corporate Job for a multi-national and help expand the third world war. I pray to the rusting iron-ore Sun set through a cracked looking glass, sand Led and a bitter pint on my heavy maybe mind. Not rioting just wrioting. Making herbal Fli-Tunes for Bob. At peace with Mary Janne. Gordon Brown in Bollywood, B☠sh in Disney world, Bl☠ir playing Tennis With Cliff Richard. Me, I’m down the pub getting pissed and stoned. U.K Lottery economy. X-factory life. U.S Citizenship lottery. The War lottery. All balls up in the air, have yours Dropped? Get hooked On Urban Shamanism.
Big Brother maybe watching YOU His Sister Him the last time I looked. Crime against humanity, crimes Against supernature Tzar’s “Faith based” government wishes humanity be Dumb, hooked on sugar meat Fernsehfunk And Koks-Kapitalismus. Drop the “IS” of identity and discover a semantic clarity. Old Angleterre of mud n’ bog I love thee so. I love BOG Spirit. Damn, the longer I amaway the more i pinefor Great Britain. S/he hooks me. Get hooked on supermarket nature brands, seed, fruit, bloem under one roof waterfall the rivière and the hills, psychokinetic spores on the air.
Mycoremediation of a nation, a Riverruning renewal. And so a lone duck pushes on down rivière. Sovereignty = supermarket-nature, Eglise d’Etat spires interrupt Malvern and Clent hills and the Distant Chinese landsCapes, a Salamander spitting fire on a Dudley coat of arms, forging a head.
From Spore of the words….by Fly Agaric 23
Now HERE’s the BBC news from last week,
Stourbridge Crown Centre: approved
The go-ahead has been given for a £50 million regeneration of Stourbridge’s town centre that will change the skyline forever. See our pictures and have your say!
More photos of the Stourbridge redevelopment >
After years of negotiations, planning has finally been approved to transform Stourbridge’s ailing Crown Centre with a £50 million redevelopment scheme.
How development may look
The go-ahead has been given and if all goes to plan construction will begin within the next 12 months.
The scheme – spearheaded by property developer Modus – will see a 70,000 square foot anchor store – tipped to be a Tesco’s – and a brand new multi-storey car park built in place of the current centre.
Shop units, 75 apartments and a new market hall will also form part of the redevelopment, creating an estimated 750 new jobs.
Lower High Street – how it may look![]()
Stourbridge councillor Les Jones, former Cabinet Member for Economic Regeneration, said:
“I’m delighted with the news. We stuck to our guns and and made sure that any development was kept in the town centre. I think it will really help breathe a new lease of life into Stourbridge.”
Modus investment director Peter Macfarlane added:
“We are absolutely delighted with the news. It’s fantastic for the people of Stourbridge and will help the town immensely.”
These photos are computer generated images of what the scheme is expected to look like. Click the link at the top of the page to see more.
What do you think? Tell us below!
BBC Story about Stourbridge SALE to a company worth 2.5 BILLION POUNDS! !!!!
My comment, which is now under moderation…
“See our pictures and have your say!”
Well, it all come’s a bit late i feel, I’m sad. i mean, to comment about the GO-AHEAD!
I’ll state for the record that IMHO the methods by which Governments and HUGE Businesses do their dealings–like this one in Stourbridge now–seem crook’d to me. They “the goviness” have IGNORED many local Stourbridge voice’s.
There was no “mass assembly”: a town meeting, to have a proper and fair and open deabte like they used to have in any respectable OLD market town–(1786, like when the 2nd U.S President John Adam’s was in Town)–but now in 2008 a meeting in which the individuals, the community groups, and the bizznessezz can all hold a microphone, operate an overhead projector and use the most advanced multi-media tools available to have their say and make their comments is possible. But, this means to better communication seems mostly ignored and even blocked by most HUGE power-brokers, like in this sad case.
“What do you think? Tell us below!”
Why didn’t the BBC help us with their networking and social communications technology BEFORE the GO-AHEAD?
For Crying out LOUD.
Build a Ecological fun-house, an interactive learning center. Teach about permaculture, Local exchange and Trade systems, and the pro’s and con’s to international United Snakes style “Shopping Mall’s” moving into your community/culture/home!
;-(
—
And so now, i started reading the other comments and found that Cllr. Les Jones made this comment:
“”By the way, the Crown Centre is only about thirty years old, if anyone can show me its historic character I will be very happy to protect it!” Cllr. Les Jones.
So this inspired me to recall Stourbridge Crown Center.
Memories and thoughts, to answer the question “What is the Character of the Crown Center in Stourbridge”?
I have it.
ILLUMINATION! is the essence of the CROWN Center.
Its really interesting that you mention the historic character of the Crown Centre, and the fact that its only 30 years old. Well, I am 31 years young and i was born in Wordsley and i grew up, lived, worked in and around Stourbridge. I love the town, and have many experiences and tales from in and around the Crown Center. To begin with i’d like to talk about URI GELLER and the Crown Center.
I met URI GELLER in the Crown Center, back in the 90’s as he was appearing at the Earth Mysteries talks, which were maybe the best events i can recall (well, excluding my sisters 21st Birthday party in the Amblecote room) at the Crown Center. Uri geller is a famous Pyschic, and i met him at the Crown Center. Also the Library is housed at the Historic Stourbridge Crown Center, a place i have spent many many hours of study, composition and execution.
I will not list the books i have read inside the Crown Center, but if you like you can go check the library records, as i’m sure Stourbridge Library, being so hip to security will have accurate documents of which books i’m reading, but, unfortunately not any accurate records of which books i am NOT reading. But the point is i have gone through the rituals of reading at the crown center for over 20 years. Therefore, i feel i have some sense of the historical character of Stourbridge’s Crown Center Market.
The Sacred Stourbridge Crest lovingly and skillfully crafted into the floor. The Train that sits along the guttering of the inner square of the Crown Center. There’s the small blue/red and yellowfull flower buckets that contrast nicely with the dark purple bricks.
The people i have met, kissed and fondled in the Crown Center. My sexual exploits at the Library, unforgettable trips around town, on foot, bicycle, skateboard and Roller-skate, snow-ball fights, can’s of larger, a funny cigarette.
All in the Crown Center, and all probably tales that can be backed up by my beloved friends and loved one’s from in and around the Stourbridge area.
So the there is a very strong character to Stourbridge Crown Center for me. Historic in every sense. And it is ILLUMINATION. And the awakening to the Religious over-tones to the words “Crown Center” and the holy art of shopping Mall Bizzinessizzss and the commodification of Culture.
Now a failed hunk of capitalist plastic and useless garbage, verbage, and just old age, old wit, (missing) and a paranoid, conservative sickly addiction to greenbacks, power, control, security, and monopoly on culture.
Golden chariots blaze acroxx the sky at Sun set. For sale. News arrives left to right black and white print. Castle Bridge of red hash-Brick-silver haze of steel, thc crystal Glass in Knuberry muffins.
Petrol Station next to an expensive German car showroom next to a ©hurch next to a Snooze Paper office next to a ©hurch next to the Polizeiwache, damn, must escape on my bicycle but the road just leads in Circles.
Retreat to le verte collines, Stroll the woods bare foot and starry eyed, Green medicine Criminalized by uptight mostly white honky chaps, huh? Green PETROL stations are really Black.
Cycling through the L.S.D market I glimpsed the geist of Frank’s Trolley. I Cycled in hairy Steven’s park and picked Cherie Rosebaud, popped it onto my tongue and awakend to some lost senses. Full Moon around Mary’s lake.
Ducks perform water rites perfect rote order, I observe Green awe under oak canopy. Feather and tree Foliage both pocketing similar breeze. 
❍ak tree silent, Day in day out, quietly Budding a young Girl picking yellow daisies sighs in a winter graveyard.
Clone towns: a new American strip mall. Councillors like Carnivores hunting in packs. Hannibal Rising in parliament, Church and state croxxed like roads Like entangled tree Branches, young sapling Wrestles a Tesco shopping bag blown Along road.
Strong winds are the Message, Multi-story skateboard park and Layers of konkrete, liars in property And liars in Law. Liars. Somebody’s going into business, competition Commission inquiry so tell me, Trade Union busting, Worldwide Slave wage? Tes©o℗oly Commission impossible?
How can you fully gauge their global IMPACT? Winter blackout electric droughts and climate change, country all skint’d by the illegal War. Got any lamp oil, Jobs? BLEW-BERYYS MY ASS. I saw mushr❍❍ms growing on mars. De vine D’evil D’corked, Double “J” Dee. Axis monday, around 23 degrees ℉oreign height to bludopeSKY rope-a-dupe, umbilicalendar light pipe.
Some sanskrit-ching. What you callem’ I was busking in my local subway i headlined every night got paid in cash and the whole show was recorded each night free of charge as a demo on CC✟V. To be self indulgent, pathetic, no more idea how to write. Block. Wall. Paint. I busk till dawn.
Lazy stoner. Drop out. Slacker. Wish i wuz a painter. Deflated long haired white middle classed exile. Sweating in case i get sprung, in case they find out i can’t do the math. Suffering from Cannabis Psychosis.
Gov Liars. About to go nuts
and bolts and berries all over
again again.
–fly agaric 23.
http://stores.lulu.com/flyagaric23
http://fatteningblogsforsnakes.blogspot.com/
http://flyolympic.blogspot.com/
http://wordspore.blogspot.com/
http://tsogblogsphere.blogspot.com/
http://flyagaric2019.blogspot.com/
http://acrillic.blogspot.com/
http://maybelogic.blogspot.com/
http://electronicdrugs.blogspot.com/
http://ataleofatribe.blogspot.com/
http://www.myspace.com/flyagaric23
http://www.myspace.com/flyagaric24
http://www.myspace.com/rawmemorial
http://soundcloud.com/flyagaric23
http://www.flickr.com/photos/14660896@N05/
http://djflyagaric23.blogspot.com/