Tag: cannabis

  • Entourage Against The Machina: Bellsybabble


    Woodsy fresh annabliss topical tropic candy tongtingtangy, almost mandy, mister barry citrus spicegills, floor all hashublifty, bloomsdag of creepea sleepea melango shifty, tango alpha skunky monkey pungent googly peppery tart noobie to social munch booberry, lemonwally smelly to make you kill your telly, jelly ashy tarticus sandlewoodsy edward woodwoodsy? Hubblegum space sight, rumbledoor creek, to cinnamon earth girl so chocolate spacey tweak, amonia echo pot ridge, minimal old sockdress, bitter orange balloon, cool miles menthol mighty mezz skittles laught us. Fondermind set and match jamnesia, what mellows? Be cheerful now! Kativa Kitnip trip lippy happy not sappy methargic, alert bud band kapw, narcotic tock clock green diesel creepy grinder on the nipnips, tipsy turvey couch locknarti, doorgone dogon dzogchen gum, curvy sling tang gong munchie for wingspong, what for brunchie? kief rich orchards of Afghandi ganji, whizzically relaxking, yo so euphoric, penergetic poms, the ritz roll chunk berry, muntally traxing clear ed speadeadmunt k’delic stone jammy headtrix, to the body bone bildeberry, put daan yr cokephone cockwomble. Canna linalool alung limountin trawl of tribenol nexus texus ohm. Mary wanna’ look sky windowpine bigendo cannibong wellwashers to grapesdom doobie town, kinnabiss kit kissa shatter faceblurry, musket cunnylust holodustin’ yer’ ear, humusky miss mackushty lady dankster gooey Humulene, hail kale berries, she ate sea and set keel to beakers, talltale hempmail mayferry riverun to smithereen mirror cracked green. Annas limonelle pinabella, humuster cannadan eucalyptwicker woo daa. Annadelta Nine Tetris Hydrew Cannibal lol, Interspices cinnammunic curcummication. Bells of light ringarange a russos, her scene myrcene coochie locks myrrh myrtle mumblin ramblinol and cookyspeak spiermunt cooking with sambol yumus humus menthanol man of borneol, “Geraniol” Youcali hiptoll pepperment. Alfy Betty gramma fam, doodle doob jamsterdab, sigil sigiluram nerolidol, eucalyptol, ocimene and caryophyllene, come on eyeleen, terpinolene and phellandrene bouncing on blood/brain’s trampoline.

    “Thus, the bootstrap model affords an intuitive all-encompassing approach and reading of Finnegans Wake, which yield a vision–traditionally associated with the waters of materia prima in alchemical texts–characterised by a feminine-like totalizing perspective, as opposed to the scintillating, yet limited, soundness of reason.–Alexander Sandulescu, The Language Of The Devil.

    –Steve Fly (November 2019).

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Sincerely

    –Steve Fly

    #PanicWanker
    #Ventilator
    #CovidResponseHero

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

  • John Sinclair To The World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    love, steve the fly.
    Radio Free Amsterdam.

    Steve Fly and John Sinclair at Red Light Radio.

    Sinclair & Steve Fly

  • Cannabis Seeds In Dudley Since 1642 – Breaking Story

    Cannabis Seeds In Dudley Since 1642 – Breaking Story

    Born and rasied in Dudley, can you imagine my delight when discovering that cannabis seeds were used on the grounds of Dudley Castle between 1642 and 1647 by Royalist troops (L. Moffett, 1992). On second thoughts, it’s not so surprising, when you learn that hemp was a major factor in establishing Great Britain as a seafaring power during 16th and 17th centuries.

    Archeological evidence proves cannabis has been used in Dudley for over 373 years. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Umm, it also causes me wonder why, in 2019, any grower needs to jump through so many legal and regulatory hoops to grow hemp, a long long tradition in Dudley and environs for nearly 400 years?

    –Silent But Dudley.

     

    “table 5 Selected ancient Cannabis seed evidence, ordered by decreasing age. … Dudley Castle, NLHA/NLH 350 bp Seeds found in a latrine Moffett 1992.” –Robert Clarke and Mark Merlin, Cannabis: Evolution and Ethnobotany.


    During excavations of the mid 1980s at Dudley Castle in the West Midlands the contents of the keep garderobe were recovered intact and processed by sieving and hand-sorting, with samples being subjected to full laboratory analysis. The latrine was sealed during demolition of the castle’s defences in 1647, the intact deposit containing both the domestic and organic remains of the occupying royalist force which defended the castle under siege conditions between 1642 and 1646.”– https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1179/pma.1996.003

  • John Sinclair Cafe Posters

    In the spirit of the community artist,
    I did my best on some posters (v1) to celebrate the launch of The John Sinclair Cafe.

  • 420 Blessings 2018

    This 420 I’ll be lighting up a large spliff and raising a toast to conscious cultural movements and art in all it’s forms, and to the diverse lineage of cannabis and hemp activism across planet world, united in the pursuit of peace, fun and social awareness. I’ll also be raising both middle fingers with a Johnny Cash face to signify a ‘fuck you’ to Enoch Powell, the Birmingham conservative who in 1968 on this day delivered his ‘rivers of blood’ speech, and the other finger to Hitler, who was born on this day in 1889, and so to all Nazi’s, fascists and hate propagandists past and present. Both fingers. 

    Today, the peaceful stand up high with a smile and perhaps a little laugh, calling out and rejecting racism and the roots of hatred and coercion in society wherever it spews out. Let’s get high and honour the great tribes of peacemakers, artists and philosophers like Lennon, Marley, Simone, Wilson, Hicks, and put the political opportunists in the trash where they belong with Stalin, Hitler, Mussolini, Bush, Blair, Trump, Jong-un, May, Cameron, Assad, Putin.

    I’m Black Country and proud to say Fuck You to Enoch Powell and his language of prejudice and the familiar stench of UKIP bitter bait. We blaze as one family, and bless all mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers. High humans from all gene pools united against division, against fundamentalism and in support of…fun: good honest open shared inclusive fun and the spirit of prograssive tolerance. We blow Girl Scout Cookies in the face of the tense and uptight and read a 1000 years of epic poetry in your earhole. Blessed are the peacemakers, cursed on the fear-makers, times up. Happy 420.