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  • Race Riots and Revolution in the UK

    Hi,

    The riots in the UK earlier this month (aug. 6-10, 2011) have provoked a number of textual reactions and experiments from me that I present here in a mish-mash-up style. Typically I have the beginnings of lots of different ideas, poems, screenplays, on-going research and rants. I might need some help editing some of this stuff.

    I decided that Race Riots and Revolution in the UK could be a title theme that runs through these writings. Please enjoy, share and feedback. And remember to try and think happy thoughts as ften as possible. Please, thankyou.

    1.

    FLIP FLOP CIRCUIT
    Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Bombs, Massacres, riots, revolutions, eclipses, sun flares.
    New friends, free storage space, wikipedia, social network, medicinal Marijuana.
    Banking fraud, spying, physical abuse, murder, robbery, torture, gang violence.
    Flash mobs, geodesics, massage, wireless power, permaculture, genomics, crowd funding.
    Phone hacking, arms dealing, oil spillage, shooting, rape, volcanic eruptions, bee death.
    Space flight, organic farming, e-bay, yoga, twitter, multi player gaming, aural sex.
    Coercion, sea pirates, con-men, lawyer run capitalism, road side bombs, liars, cheats.
    Tablet computing, prosthetics, hormone therapy, MP3’s, hugs, open source democracy?
    –Steve ‘fly’ Pratt 23
    2.
     
    QUESTION CRIME?
     
    Bits and thoughts like branches and leaves budding
    earth seasons seem to bring politcal and ecological changes,
    the city map of life inside a city map world ripped by a rat.

    Talkers gasping for fresh air, to make sense of the senses
    to pit poverty of imagination against scandalous expenses
    to lay seeds, to plough the fields and jump fences

    I am sucked into the babble slang and the prattle
    what’s in a name, what’s in a battle
    who traded pigs for whiggs, and precious coin for cattle?

    The scrupulus meanness of money magic
    the comedy in a staged collapse, tree’s felled: tragic
    politicians need MDMA for empathy and to help fight
    capitalist cancer outbrake.

    To gamble our land’s life support on the mad-Bull market
    gives off a reckless and putrid stench of rotting corpses
    cannibals of europe are eating their children,

    Each human mind encompasses the whole universe
    the whole multiverse contained inside a criminal thug?
    please, we are all interacting nervous systems beyond classification.
     
    –Steve ‘fly’ Pratt 23.
     
    3.
    HOW TO LOVE A HOODY?
     

    What does it take to love a hoody?
    never mind hug a hoody love a hoody,
    tuff love buddy,
    a flood of reasons to show empathy
    as some wise man once said ‘love thy enemy’
    so… how might we love a hoody

    What’s inside that hood

    Who’s under the street monkhood
    What creature lurks beneath the Addidas and the Nike garnments
    What feet creep across broken glass in Fila boots
    what’s inside the head wrapped in Burberry
    all day crime think? think again, 

    These are human beings just like you,
    criminality seems a pretty flimsy stick these days
    as one man goes down for knickin’ a shirt
    another walks, like Tony Blair, what is fair?
    To me Tony is no better than a hoody,
    Gangster activity, lack of insight and foresight,
    disrespect, bad judgement, personal benefit
    at the scandalous expense of others.
    Criminal intelligence is intelligence

    none-the-less.

    a gang is a group or slang for a coup
    on the sinister crime-minister’s ‘gang-think’
    David Starkey scans the culture darkly, 
    dimly, shortsightedly.

    –Steve ‘fly’ Pratt 23.

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  • Doctor Marshmallow Cubicle Live 6/8/11

    Steven James Pratt

  • Doctor Marshmallow Cubicle: December Flyer

    Steven James Pratt

  • SIXTY: Novel Image

    Steven James Pratt

  • ROBERT ANTON WILSON: UNIVERSE CONTAIN’S A MAYBE

    ROBERT ANTON WILSON:
    UNIVERSE CONTAIN’S A MAYBE

    December 16, 2000, Palm Springs, CA.
    Speaking at the Prophets Conference ~ Palm Springs (number 8) held at the Marquis Resort Conference Center.

    Recorded by Steven Pratt using a portable minidisc recorder. Special thanks to Robert Anton Wilson for encouraging me to record and inviting me to his room afterwards for an exclusive recording and some tasty clandestine reefers.

    NOTES:
    17th December 2000, Dr. Wilson gave a performance at the Marquee Hotel, Palm Springs, as a part of the Prophets Conference, now (Great Mystery) that marked the second leg of my five year travel excursion around the USA, studying his work and forwarding my own. I hope the sharing of this performance inspires like minded individuals.

    I was RAWs care-taker during the three days of the conference and helped him around in his wheelchair, opening doors and getting him to his performance on time.

    I recorded his presentation on my trusty old mini-disc recorder, that captured hundreds of hours of my American adventures. I only recently found the disc and transferred it to a ‘digital format’ so I can now share the entire show. Please accept my apologies for the sound quality and my sad state or organization that has led to this ten year gap from performance to distribution.

    “I had a manhattan with my lunch” –Bob

    Bobs performance was amplified for me by the fact that we were sitting together with Paul Krassner and his wife before the gig drinking Manhattan’s and having a jolly good old belly laugh, I think that Bob was a little tipsy going up onto the stage and really let his bullets fly, getting into cock sucking, the Bush Gore election, Bell’s theorem and more cock sucking to hilarious effect. I imagined Bob spiced up his act to impress Paul who was sitting at the front, I must admit that I had to hold back my laughter due to making the recording and not wanting to be chuckling throughout.

    In retrospect ‘The Universe Contains a Maybe’ gives an example of RAWs comeback after his first stroke that left him wheel-chair bound, and his first public speech after the now historic turning point in American history, the Florida election and recount, and recount, and recount.

    A line that stuck with me from early in his show was ‘…if the United States wasn’t trying to dominate the whole world, we wouldn’t be threatened by Terrorism’ and Bob goes on to reference the first World Trade Center bombing, just nine months before 911, and when I now hear Bobs typically brilliant, erudite and fact-filled spoken prose on ‘foreign policy’ ‘corporatism’ and the ‘Military industrial state’s’ I wish to accent his anarchist pacifism, considering earth 2010 culture, and his general good will to the disenfranchised, the down trodden and innocent victims of Imperialist, and in this case, American greed, ignorance and violence.

    “BULLLLSSSSHHHHITT”–Bob.

    Add to Bobs 36 books and thousands of unique and ground breaking articles, his spoken freestyle genius and ability to educate and entertain a crowd like no other sit-down comedian (scientific philosopher) who ever lived, and you start to see the distance from the rest Bob was in his prophesy, although, he would probably not use that term, but here, I think it perfectly describes the content of his presentation, only months before something, like something from out of one or two of his fictional epics; became a new reality. 911, the war on terror, more stolen election activity, foreign meddling, and the banking heists, and the continued war on some drugs.

    Even with Bob gone we can revisit his wisdom and wit and laugh along with him, at least temporarily, and each time I listen to one of his presentations I feel safer, I feel that the world is a safer place and feel more optimistic about our collective futures, the emergent technology for realizing the hermetic hologram of art, and collapsing the mechanism for centralized control, corporate monopoly and general brainwashing.

    Bob wrote on taboo and censored subjects, subjects that still today still only a handful of investigative journalists would touch, perhaps wikileaks? he has been writing about some of the most challenging things to humanity in a caring and yet viral style, for a long long time, ‘things’ that some suspect might get you killed, harassed and just generally fucked with.

    “Live with Integrity” –Bob

    Bob taught a resilience and intelligence and that its OK to write about anything, really, even the truth, and to always question authority, the scientific, religious and militaristic, the richest and the most-powerful, the ruthless and the criminal, question authority and think for your self, and to live your life as if this is your duty, as a writer, philosopher and scholar activist. Whoever you are, I hope you can pass it on.

    Please visit the following links that embody my thanks to those who have helped forward the life and works of Bob. May these recordings find bright future audiences and RAW scholars alike and tickle them.

    For more details on this recording please visit my extended linear notes in progress at http://ataleofatribe.blogspot.com/

    Love, steve fly

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  • SHANNANIGUMS WIKI

    Wikispaces

    Wikispaces

    Steven James Pratt

  • CONSTRUCTIVIST SYNCHRONICITY: Steve vs. Fly?

    Fillosofly

    FLY AGARIC 23:

     

    I attribute most of my early independent consciousness research to Dr. Robert Anton Wilson and his book ‘Cosmic Trigger’ in particular; combined with my will to contact some of the entities from that book, and share my findings with friends, family and local community. What happened changed my life forever, and I trace it all back to Jung’s ‘Liverpool’ dream.

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  • THE PIG WILL HAVE THE LAST GRUNT. BY ACRILLIC FIGA 2007.

    THE PIG MAY HAVE THE LAST GRUNT. By ACRILLIC FIGA (steve ‘fly agaric 23’ Pratt) 2007.
    Pigasus for Prez’ of Swineland 68-69 & 2012
    pigs in space, pigs in time;
    in the Chinese year of the pig: 2007
    i put my pen to the Tusk

    In soilydarity with lush Miss Piggy,
    Hogzilla, Napoleon, old Major and Pigsey,
    Wilbur, Professor Strangepork, Picasso, Pigasus
    and Porky pig

    The four legged hog that the label
    refers to is innocent of man’s crime.
    treated as Swine, in many lands pig denotes
    bad Authority, uncleanliness,
    consumerism, greed,
    and a BLT
    What intricate conspiracy afoot
    set against the animal kingdom
    against the plant kingdom
    the human barn-yard mind,
    orchestrated by Farmageddon
    what vgetable vendetta?

    Rolling in mud, eating shit
    and their own litter, once in a while,
    parallels modern arms factory
    economic practice.

    If you can stomach a capitalist pig
    don’t snap your wig over cannibalism
    pigs act pretty peaceful
    they don’t make Nukes, deploy troops
    most roll with styl, most roast.

    Pig as profanity! pig police authority,
    pig brother, animal in salts.
     
    The pigs may have the last grunt
    as the year of the pig makes its course.


    —Steve fly agaric. 2007. Edited January 29th, 2012.

    I Talk to the dead pig in the sandwhich: Pigasus for Prez of Swineland 68-69 & 08-09? Pigs in Space, pigs in time; in the Chinese year of the pig in 2007′ i’ll put my pen to the Tusk of taking all pigs to heaven. Napoleon & Old major pigs, Ministry of Pig: 1984! Porky Pigs limbs litter the swine factory floor, Pig as profanity! Pigs as the Police authority, Pig Brother. Animals used as insulting metaphors for humans but Machines, Poisons and sleeping robots rule us? Ass drunk and/or stubborn as a mule like Pigasus parroting the whole dirty Bay of Swine thing, War pigs crawling Begging mercy for their sins – sang Sabbath, But the four legged HOG that the word PIG refers to is INNOCENT of all crimes leagilly piggily crimes! Just a bristly pink critter! There seems an intricate Telepathic Conspiracy afoot against the animal kingdom. And against the Plant Kingdom and supernature, from a human-plants point of view. Orchestrated by humans or machine/Robot/poisoned humans. V’ for Vegetable Vendetta. Other than rolling in mud, eating shit and sometimes their own litter (Which makes an illuminating metaphor for modern Arms factory economic practice, invented by Humans), Pigs seem peaceful and intelligent to me, they don’t make Nukes, deploy troops or go to Church. The Hippopota-muses lament for their HOG kind Treated like Swine, the pig has become the Animal word used in Western Civilization that reflects the characteristics Of Authority, Uncleanliness, consumerism and greed. Greedy PIG! A poet in solidarity with the lush Miss Piggy, Hogzilla Napoleon, Old Major and pigsy, Wilbur, Professor Strangepork, Picasso, Pigasus and Porky – i hereby swear to clear these Swine of their stereotypical image quickly and their Stereotypical place in human history and knotted Language as Stupid dumb and dirty cheap fodder; useful at Christmas time with a little gravy tea to dip my TOE into. Dirty grunting Ugly pigs until Served up With a little Sauce. The pigs will have the last grunt as the year of the pig makes its course. —fly acrillic/fly agaric 23. 2007. taken from world piss: the spore of the words.

    Steven James Pratt

  • SNIPPED and Re-ripped’ FROM MY FORTHCOMING NOVEL

    A TALE OF A TRIBE: OUR HISTORYS BACK.

    SNIPPED and Re-ripped’ FROM MY FORTHCOMING NOVEL CONFESSION:
    OUR HISTORYS BACK.

    Prose Tools, Tribe Table’s and MPHDJ method.

    DURING THE AEONS SPENT developing a new MPHDJ method for novel novel composition and historical research nicknamed – tribetablism – Plush has been keeping detailed notes and detailed writings on the subject mutter, which after seven weeks of research and development had become one rather lush Volume if i do say so meself. Plush presented the other two mental patients with a hand bound and illustrated copy of his new workbook.
    Tribtable Biomemicry 1.0PLUSH MPHDJ Productions. 12/11/2012.

    Stylus: Sword, beak, tusk, claw, antennae, sting, tip, crystal.Cut/splt/ ax, knife-blade, Cutting head, NOSE-AIR. East.
    The cutting and etching function of the styli’ combines with the electromagnetic turntable pick-up stylus making a read/write sword/pen that – encodes – all things, made available from the internet of things, with its groove signiture or scratch pattern. The Rhythm, the sound and the colour. Within the realm of biological nature we may find cutting ants, pecking birds, clawing mammals, A walrus tusk stabbing at the ice, beavers teeth knawing wooden logs and trees. All this within the detectable human sensory range. Landscapes can be read/written and interpreted – processed in novel turntriblist ways – with the wax disks and MPHDJ method. Now, using an elaborate system of optics and mirrors that can map, translate and calculate the truly cosmic equations of Universe subtracted from tself, we have a new interface with the reality behind the masks, in some sense.

    Traces made upon the surface of a lake by a aquatic finn, or impressions in the mud or wet clay left by a foot or hoof, hair or finger. Artefacts impressed into the planetary landscape. Recordings left for us to reinterpret, left for us by energy fields – spacetime binding creatures – cutting their way through a given medium. All of these traces made by objects are recorded by the objects that made them, the equation always balances itself within regenerative Universe. Balance. Tone. Volume. Yeah yer right! Which always relates back to the 5 elements in one way or another, or the interplay between the five. Within tribetable land, a kind of electromagnetic orgone field permeates everywhere, everywhen. Just like the way the internet of things covers everywhere and everywhen. The intelligence field is within and without itself. Moving on from the question of who owns the reflection, we find Information waves can travel faster than light and so backwards and forwards through our individual perception of linear time, always seemingly moving forwards, at the moment.

    One day, or NO-DAY, maybe linear time will become non-linear time and the improbable will become the probable. We work on the other side of time. MPHDJ Pattern identity and resolution of opposites. In flux. In Vortex. In spiral time. In spacetime binding BOOTSTRAPS the sweaty feet of industrious DJ’s tap dance music.

    Disk: Shells, Stones, eyeballs, tree trunk-cylinder, flat-fish, lilly pad, Ice-Plate, MountainSigil Graph. Earth, Touch pade. NORTH, Turntable Platter.

    Disks of Earth are a part of the complex interface between the symbolic wheels/Sigils and, the manifested language objects within the Tribetable Universe and – INTERKNOTWERK of TINGS – When the Tribetable functions the sigil-disks are rotating, both reading and writing at the same time, effectively. DJ manipulated Blogjects order the components on AMAZON to construct themselves, writing themselves off and onto more conventional data storage devices. Some picture/symbols and images upon the rotating discs are manifest in hologramic form, raised somewhat from the plane of FLAT view.
    Disk Templates:
    Astrological Charts
    Harmonic Musical Intervals and Chords
    Enochian
    Chinese Ideogramic
    CNS RNA/DNA Genetics
    Periodic Table
    Mayan Dresden Codex
    Beth Luis Nion
    Wildstyle.
    Disk Mediums:
    Wax
    Clay
    Wood
    Glass
    Metal
    Stone
    Flesh
    Papyrus
    Fungus
    Etching Chemicals:
    Saliva
    Water
    Dyes
    Blood
    Sperm
    Dew
    Coconut milk
    Chalk
    Toad-slime

    Microphone: Hairs, Stems, Veins, Penis, snake, tongue, neck, limbs,Brush, Wand of fire. Totem. Table legs, SOUTH.

    The tubular wand is a scale invarient model of the Tribetable Universe, a elongated donut. Tube. Hollow infinite string. Within the chamber well of each nerve, worm-hole, root, string, cable, tree trunk, we find conditions and Oscillation rates, that, are exploited and modified in various was by the microwand-phone of fire. To take the word higher. The great totem macrophone contains the tribatable Universe within its endless tube. The Butterly microphones (microphones with wings) fitter about largely unoticed, until they plug into a lillypad disk, by way of the tongue of the turntaopool toad and explode into a cosmology of things. A Finnegans Wake of stuff and things. A collide-o-scope and phalanx of objects, as you will.

    Headphone-Cups: Blow holes, mouth, coconut shell, jelly-fish, flowers.Pond Water. Mirror. Taste. Tongue. WEST.

    Rotating Platform. Omnidirectional Spirit. Planetary axis. Ball and Socket joint. Slices off the Tube donut.Turntable Tortoise. Tribetable Platter. Tank Turret.

    The rotating platforms within the tribetable Universe’s are the multi-functional junctions for the sound spirit. The PIVOT. The axis itself, the measurable rotational rates. Placed within the context of the magickal elemental pentagram of five elements, the rotational qualities of the tribetable functions enable read/write activity. Astrological, Bio-chemical. Cosmogenetic, Nanoconstructors. Microphone to Macrohome. Built by dope demands. The Tribetables operate across scale, are scale invariant, and rhythm patterns transcend any given medium. VIBRATIONAL elementals ensure a full spectrum of considerations. With the addition of in/out portals for the headphones and microphone, the Tribetable, when HYPERLINKED, consists of the 4 main elements and itself, as the fifth.

    Each component and the tribeable itself are constructed from a sub group of elements, and so on into fields, spirits, winds and stars. Backtoback to gas and air. Change and fluidity. Hence the revolutionary process. Change and becoming. DNA range and re-arrangement of the stars by way of tables of law, dropping beats other than 4 to the floor. 5 to the cosmos.

    PLUSH
    MPHDJ.

    Cutting Ants, Pecking Birds, dog claw’s digging, Walrus tusk’s stabbing, beavers teeth knawing all within the detectable human sensory ranges.

  • D is for DAMNBIGUATION.

    Please do not mistake me for Steven Pratt – the Australian M.P. he seems an OUTSPOKEN anti Grafitti tool. Do not confuse us.

    “But is it art?
    Saturday, April 21, 2007, 05:18 PM GMT [General]
    After dealing with bad news in my last blog I thought I’d dedicate this one, to a certain extent, to a news story that made me smile.
    Where art and vandalism meet: one of Banksy’s images.

    Australian MP Steve Pratt (no, I’m not making this up) has gotten himself into a spot of bother after he destroyed a commissioned public artwork as a part of his campaign against graffiti. Mr Pratt (it doesn’t stop being funny, does it?) had assumed the mural, on a concrete bridge in Canberra, was an “obnoxious piece of vivid graffiti vandalism”. It was, in fact, a fully paid for art work commissioned by a nearby sports club.
    The subject of graffiti seems to have made the headlines several times in recent months. Britain’s very own Banksy is now thought of not as a vandal but as one of the country’s leading artists, despite the fact that nobody is really sure what his real name is (it might be Robert Banks). A couple in Bristol (Banksy’s home town) recently sold the graffiti on the side of their house for £102,000; the house came free with the purchase.
    Only yesterday he was in the news once more after London Transport staff painted over a Banksy painting estimated to be worth around £300,000. I find it curious that there are no other graffiti artists currently attracting this much publicity. There’s no denying that Banksy is incredibly talented, but is talent alone the reason his vandalism (because, let’s face it, it is) is now worth hundreds of thousands of pounds while other artists work is simply deemed a pain in the neck for your local council.
    There is a lane near where I live, in Cardiff’s Llandaff North, which is covered in graffiti on both sides, from one end to the other. Some of it is crude, I’ll grant you, but some of it is very good indeed. It reminded me, in its own humble way, of Berlin’s West Side Gallery; the stretch of Berlin Wall preserved for the quality of graffiti left on it.
    Personally, I don’t have much of a problem with graffiti, providing its in all the right places. A giant, airbrushed ‘tag’ across the dome of St Pauls would, for example, be wrong, as would images of cannabis smoking aliens on Hampton Court, or Manga style women in nurse’s uniforms on Stone Henge. But many of the places where we see graffiti are ugly and soulless. The Bauhaus-inspired council estates that we somehow thought would engender utopian communities but instead became dour, grey and hostile have, in many places, been enlivened by the addition of a little unplanned art.
    The concrete gullies of the District line wouldn’t quite be the same without the occasional daub of colour to wake you up on your morning commute. And what journey across London would be complete without the spotting of Tox’s latest handiwork?
    Graffiti isn’t always “obnoxious”, to borrow a word from Mr Pratt. Sometimes it makes more colourful those places we’ve made ugly. Can there really be a sound argument for preserving just how grim and foreboding the underside of so many bridges are by removing what little colour has been put there?
    Granted, there is no place for graffiti in the likes of Saffron Walden or Tunbridge Wells because graffiti is an inherently urban art form. Its home is the big city. But surely in those places it has made beautiful (and I do actually mean beautiful) we should be preserving it, and not just if it comes with a £300,000 price tag.”

    Steven James Pratt