Tag: fly agaric 23
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Flyku 2020
I was planning to make these into a book (Coming Soon at www.patreon.com/stevefly)
No time.Love, you.
8 / 3
Iridium Jazz
NYC 2004
rip mccoy
toxic news be like
horror quarantino film
panic sells papers
Invisible air
water droplet to earth
fire spirit
the countermeasures
worse than the corvid 19?
now wash those brain cells
a social virus
under your fingertips now
don’t touch your facebook
mystical sarist
tory super poop spreader
diss inn fact virus
box don’t shake on it
knuckle-off switches and knobs
elbow cough sneezy
scaly pangolin
no care for cash nor power
happy eating ants
no time to die
time for market strategy
covid bond delays
cancel olympics
compete to save the planet
and the human race
burn all your money
vote conservative virus
wash laundry offshore
no border no flag
no gender race or culture
escape corvid king
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Corona Cypher – First Thought Best Thought
Hi, in contrast to my blog yesterday, I’ve let my words fly in a first-thought best-thought cypher, to imagine a vaccination potion full of verbs and motion.
Soul vaccination,
All across the nation people been catchin’ honkypox (Honkypox)
When you get the notion,
Tower’s got the potion – you might look in to set yourself in motion.
—Soul Vaccination, Tower Of Power (What Is Hip)Patience patient paint that paradise
Dr immuno’ flow help you throw the dice, thrice
Who know what you think you know, let it go
Let it flow, spring come lift the light plant and grow
Wash em’ lift it up and push it up keep vibes up high
Planet spinning on its axis, rapid climate renewal
Quick death of toxic stock in fossil fuel?
Banking crash human race nineteen meter dash
French minister of culture cumming out with the rash
Johnson and Trump eye the cash king, econo-money over people?
Putin wins republican tory vote
Billions of particles dormant in throat
The vote spoiled crops and oats
Stop the blame game, same game, stop the wheels
Not with a bang but with a whimper
Better get a woolly jumper, spring has sprung
Equinox 2020 indoors tracking thought spores up walls
Banish fears and move forward like new years
Watch the fossil fuel weasels fight in their hole
Watch the Eagle, the Bear, The Unicorn and Vulture
Reach for the bowl, good for the soul and the journey
Euthanasia king now fight kapow
Hemp futures, plant a seed, that’s what we need
Fight greed with surplus, forests mighty string
Food fibre fuel, come on fool…I’ll be your mule
Grow that hemp for victory
To fight the king 19 viruses, microbial and global
Use your head heart and irises
Look, listen, shine glisten
Now be that change, stay in range, set your sights
Like Noah we move tongues to a new dark 3.0 cypher
“Oh no…” but stand up and face the music, don’t go
Be the forward thinking solutions oriented one
Like, ride your bike
Take a hike
Don’t touch that rail, feed the poor and make them strong
Look after your prisoners,
Hold your officials to their word
Wash your hands, flush the turd
Attention to word mind body
You’re not going to die be strong, hold on buddy
Here’s a hand not a head-in the sand
Here’s a jazz solo, a new album, a brand new band
Over air, sea and land, in hope you better understand
Rhyme can unleash endorphins
And endolphins swim with dolphins
Prose vaccination for experimentation
Try it, don’t buy it grow your own
Put down that toilet roll put down your phone
Wash your hands and put em’ in the air
Wave em’ like you care
Mash on son, mash on with compassion
Get your grow on, go on
Earth and humanity needs you and what you grew
Make a new garden crew
Do what you need to do to prevent flu
Stay high, fly, CBDJ “Hi,”
Feed your immune system with funny thoughts
Play mind games and put out doubt with flames
Quote facts and peer-reviewed names to reignite
Each and every night unravel your talk tapes mi’ mates
More toxic than J.P Morgan
Monsanto and a five-year-old bag of rotten potato
From the get-go King Virus by contamination
Like the four horseman in the Tesco lasagna
Animal traffick led to…
Pick up the mic and go endemic to prevent panic
With a goat, sceptre, and pot plandemic
Slammdemic dem
Murder virus sound
Kill that virus sound
Slamm Dem Pandem Mandem standin’ firm
Throw water on it, fire, earth, blow it away?
No gun or bomb can shoot this King dead
Spreading like all memes trending at once, widespread dread
All Ornette Coleman solo’s at once
A William Gibson meets John le Carre’ finale’
Humanity run off down the motorway like a headless Pangolin
Mis-identified as link between animals and humans (My Bad!)
News and gov still manglin’
Vultures anglin’
Life lines be danglin’
Who’s who is handling?
Ching Ming….CHING MING
What good governance?
Utterance, for a dollar, do a Johnson trap dance
Pulling out while Cummings keeps on Cumming
In Putin’s mouth
Snivilization slouches further south
No worries, it’ll soon come around
Table turn around sounds fresh and loud
Disperse to move the crowd, us discoronians stick apart
Stay one meter away and claim your space
Make your ritual space in that place
Surround yourself with good omens
Cleanse banish power up be here now
Wash your hands and then touch your face
Speak with sincerity, move with a trellis of lace, with grace
Rhyme to climb into the head and bring relief
Boost your immune system with some sexual relief
No tissue, use a handkerchief
Turn grief to a new leaf, good greaf?
Sacrifice for greener futures
That healthy planet for the young the dinosaurs refused?
A death sentence for business
The end of the dinosaur age is messy
Goodbye T-Rex, goodbye Nessy
Oil and fossil fuel industry made dust, past history
Toxic debts and bonds fall like towers unwashed money
Another bust boom bust boom!
Evidence capitalist governmints made of sand-men
Who do you trust?
World market kept up by tent poles made of jelly and marzipan
International unrestricted finance capitalism
Pandemic running loose infecting humans for millennia, check it
If Language is a virus from outer space so is money, burn it
A Pangolin Bat broth dissolved trillions
Gobble gobble gobble they earned it
Hairs on the arms of billionaires and millionaires flare
You can imagine them looking into space
From a Yacht, that stare
No blame, stop hating, we need to come together and stick apart
And keep masterbating
Wankers against the second come-king
Our leader’s Russel Brand and Milley Ray Cirus
You’re gonna need pliers to get me out of bed
Stuck to the sheets by my leaky prik-stick spread
Who’s the illest now?
Beat the virus
Go wireless and tell a tireless solo choir-less let’s go
Don’t fight forces use them,
Learn to love the illness and embrace darkness in fullness
And shine light, illuminate, stimulate sexdrive
To produce white blood cells
Mind body speech, word sound power, wash pray spit and shower
Cleanliness is next to holiness, be the pollen and the flower
Dethrone King virus and lock it away in a tinder box.
Not from terrorists but bats and pangolin
Pang, pang, pang, pang, with a pang and with a whimper
Solidarity with all in discomfort from hunger loneliness
Suffering from Corvid19, heartbreak or regular flu
My thoughts and virtual arms just dropped the mic to hug you
Fight back with A G C and T
It’s only about 8 Kilobytes, put em’ up,
Language is the key, break the spell do it well, duck, weave, duck duck
invocation not required, they’re all around touch taste sound smell
On earth and inner neurological spaces, as in heaven as in hell
Places to bottle up solutions and write new potions
To kill the King Virus and bring hope to nations
Yes we can figure out preventative medicine
Starting with high dose sessions of psilocybin
Stay high and happy, positive, keep vibing
Calling all gods and goddesses worldwide and beyond
From the Compton Length to Hubble’s Red-Shift
Under mountain, glacier and pond
Give us a hond’
Every quantum super-computer and solid-state entity
Each and every discarnate spirit, ghost, an angel hear me
There’s no part of me that’s not of the gods, you neither
What are the odds, really, what are they cuddlies?
Who’s the patient zero breeder?
May the researchers find luck and perspire little
May the ancestor animal and insect spirits rise from this spittle
And bring the entheogenic dimension of love to our eyes
Love all the people, the plants and the flies
Take rest on your low points, take flight on your highs
Do art and dance, sing keep an eye out for all
Up there on the ceiling and above the roof from the floors to the wall
Keep death on a pale horse at bay
The return of the King
Who would want such a thing
Who wears the crown of thorns
What religious leader can end all wars
Biological peacemaker or lifetaker?
Poems dark turn toward scripture, tongues burn
A crown of thorns corona
The second coming of Christ, Koronagain
Judgement Day Coronopalypse
Convictions make convicts?
If you wish to put it that way and let it past your lips?
I say neigh, not on my watch, not tomorrow and not today
Pick any scripture, any month, any day and fire away and say
Any event from the last five years signifies end times
Judgement day, the apocalypse
World populist political surge and 2008 banking heist scourge
Economic corporate fascist free-reign, acid rain, Bottcher con main
Climate and environmental lies, deceit…
Take your pick…from the familiar terrain, stay rational
Don’t lose your nerve
Just cuz’ Christ wore a crown of thorns
And his mythical return to judge
Humanity does not mean
The Jesuspect Christereotype is guilty, does it?
Cleanliness next to holiness
From animal kingdom hunted and trafficked
To near extinction by an appetite for meat and status, meat death
Better get in touch with your immune system, direct line please
Hello, hi, hello, can you hear me, this is…..
Hello, hey, are you there, this…this is steve”
As I said, take those magic mushrooms, get up, get out of bed
Stand up be strong lead the way to health and fitness, break bread
Get ready to fight and to encourage others
Rhyme with reason be tough
Be brave write it out, fears and cheers together
The light and dark Escher effect
What happened to bird flew and wine flu?
Word flew, bird said, word stew, me brew tea brew
The vaccine is at the bottom of the mushroom teacup
With chunks of some Amanita or other?
Use mushrooms for good god damn it
Within the poison may lie the cure?
I’ll smoke spliff an’ listen to Rob Smiff
Love you, stay safe.–Steve Fly Agaric 23.
Some links…
See Also:
https://www.jstage.jst.go.jp/article/antibiotics1968/40/6/40_6_904/_article/-char/ja/
https://pdfs.semanticscholar.org/f685/c5844a712ce145a5366c97c42aee4c90deac.pdfhttps://foreignpolicy.com/2020/02/27/coronavirus-south-korea-cults-conservatives-china/
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For Paul Krassner Zen Bastard 1932-2019
On hearing the sad news I have rushed this post. More memories will follow. I hope this goes some way to paying my respects. Much love, and my condolences to his closest family and friends.
Paul Krassner and Robert Anton Wilson. Palm Springs, December 2000. Paul Krassner (11th April 1932–July 21st, 2019) passed the final acid test yesterday. After 87 years inside of his flesh puppet, the Zen Bastard has flown free into the infinite flux of non-beingness. Paul was one of my favourite American authors, activists and human beings, partly due to him publishing my first short story in 2003. I hung out with Paul and his wife Nancy, and Robert Anton Wilson in Palm Springs in 2000, and met him in San Francisco at the launch of “Murder At The Conspiracy Convention” and caught him in NYC at the Knitting Factory.
Paul was a great American, to mean somebody who consistently challenged authority, and themselves in equal measure, and held a high spirited optimistic outlook on life, love, art, war, and peace. In the Realist, 1959, Paul published Robert Anton Wilson’s first piece: Joyce and Taoism.
In December 2000 the DJ flew to Palm Springs to attend the Prophets Conference, and act as Robert Anton Wilson’s volunteer caretaker. Paul and Nancy showed up to see old Bob, who was in a wheelchair at that time. I was invited to join them and treated to an hour or so of a fly on the wall hallucination, it was pure comedy combined with some concerns about G.W Bush and the Butterly ballot. I bought a round of drinks and Bob had a Manhatten, which later, I regret may have led to a few more “fucks” in his presentation than usual. Paul and Nancy sat right at the front for his “Universe Contain’s A Maybe” performance, and I felt that Bob was really performing for Paul, who was roaring with laughter at Bob’s chorus of “Cocksucker” and “Motherfucker,” when describing fundamentalist faith-based organizations and individuals. You can watch the whole thing here:
An example of Paul’s kindness and attention to detail is reflected by his effort to find me the following day to give me an article he had read in the New York Times about the emergence of multi-linguistic hip hop, something I had rambled on about the previous day. Paul also handed me “The Final Issue” of the Realist“. Wow, I was cheesing hard, and full of gratitude for the guy.
Shortly after moving to San Francisco the writer got an email from Paul saying that he was collecting stories, or tales of altered states, for his book: Magic Mushrooms And Other Highs: From Toad Slime To Ecstacy. Later that year the writer recieved the delightful news that my story “As If True” would be published in 2003! What a beautiful cat. Man. He reminds me, great movements in art and literature are often self-fueled and stem from a voluntary will to push forward, regardless, not always driven by profit. Here’s paragraph from Paul introduction to Magic Mushrooms. Bless up.“Meanwhile, psilocybin has made its way into mythology. Dr. Ian Edwards, head of education at the Royal Botanic Gardens in Edinburgh, claims not only that the bright color of magic mushrooms may have inspired the traditional red coat worn by Santa Claus, but they may also help Santa Claus to fly. He told the Daily Telegraph about a story originating in Lapland, where the people used to feed the hallucinogenic fungi to their herd of reindeer. They used to feed red and white fly-agaric mushrooms to their raindeer, then drink the animals¹ urine. Drinking the urine would give them a high similar to taking LSD. One of the results was that they thought they and their reindeer were flying through space, looking down on the world. speaking of which, you might want to lick the bottom right-hand corner of page 23. Go ahead, it¹s all right. No one will ever know. And you won¹t be indirectly providing any drug money for weapons to the terrorists, either. ”
When interviewing Bob at his home, I asked him about the Zen Bastard dedication to Paul at the beginning of the book: TSOG The Thing That Ate The Constitution. Bob replied.
RAW:… Paul Krassner – he dedicated the book to me, he sent me an e-mail along with the dedication long before the book was published and asked me if I found it satisfactory and wanted to change anything to make sure I’d be pleased by it. I was so delighted I dedicated my next book to him which is due out any day now, it’s called TSOG: The thing that ate the constitution and its dedicated to Paul Krassner – Zen Bastard. I originally wrote “Paul Krassner – “Zen bastard and all-around good guy” or something like that, and sent it to Paul, and Paul said “Zen Bastard is just what I want,” so some people might think I’m insulting him but that’s what he wants that’s his sense of humour so I let it stand, the book says – “To Paul Krassner – Zen Bastard.”
Audio Interpretation: https://ironmanrecords.bandcamp.com/track/zen-bastard
Paul featured in the documentary Maybe Logic: The Lives And Ideas Of Robert Anton Wilson. With his full interview on Bob included in the DVD extras. I caught up with him in San Francisco, at the top of Haight street, at a bookshop I forget the name of, which hosted his book release performance and readings from “Murder At The Conspiracy Convention” the book dedicated to Bob. After the rather poorly attended show I stepped up for a book signing, and he signed it “To fly agaric 23, from Paul Krassner, whose body was found washed up on a beach”. Alas, I lost this book on my travels, somebody has it somewhere. I inspired a laugh from Paul with my signing request.
The last time I saw Paul Krassner was at the Knitting Factory in New York, where he was not promoting a book but doing a straight-up, or to the left, stand-up set, once again to a rather small crowd. I caught Paul on his way to the toilet to tell him about my world piss project, he laughed again but not so hard, probably as he really needed to go and this weird Brit was in his way. I was alone at the gig, and so I was bowled over when this dude in a hat came over and asked me how I was doing, made polite conversation as he saw that I was surely from out of town. This turned out to be the late great Steve Ben Israel, of the legendary Living Theater and hundreds of other art, poetry, activism and Krassner-like, and inspired activities. I mentioned I was a DJ and Steve told me about his son, beatboxer and lyricist Baba Ben Isreal, who I crisscrossed pathways with in Amsterdam, years later.
I kept in touch with Paul by email on and off, and he always responded in the positive. He gave me permission to republish his interview with Terence McKenna, for example, in our Maybe Logic Quarterly Magazine. Cheers Paul.I cannot comment on his health condition, but I am sure he lost the ability to type at some point which he more recently gained back. 2 years ago he sent me a very moving article, that I think reflected his own situation, or feelings. “Bringing The Invisible To Life” May 3rd, 2017.
http://nowiknow.com/bringing-the-invisible-to-life/
I wrote back:“may the ink flow plenty and pages
scroll on… to infinity
and the pen swerve
as you tease it
keep up the good work’
love and love”
Another recent article sent from Paul, dated March 29th, was about Sara Silverman, and her “Last Laugh” podcast interview. And here’s one of his last published pieces, from Variety, 2018:
“The current FBI has swung a pendulum from 50 years ago, when the FBI was an enemy of progressive activists. An agent’s poison-pen memo attempted to smear Tom Hayden with the worst possible label they could invoke with fliers: Yep, an FBI informer. Others distributed a caricature depicting Black Panther leader Huey Newton “as a homosexual,” and ran a fake “Pick the Fag” contest, referring to Dave McReynolds as “Chief White Fag of the lily-white War Resisters League” and “the usual Queer Cats — like Sweet Dave Dellinger and Fruity Rennie Davis.” I was described as “a raving, unconfined nut.” I thanked the FBI for that title of my autobiography.I recall Paul once landing on Facebook briefly, and leaving again pretty quick, he posted the same sentence over and over again if I remember correctly. A genius, who will be missed. Read him.
Love, fly.
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DJ Fly Agaric Plays Funk
Here, a selection of my dj mixes, shows, and live turntable performances on the funky side of things.
Bookings contact: flyagaric23 @ gmail
#djflyagaric23
Steve Fly Bio:
https://flyagaric23.com/2013/06/10/steve-fly-biography-from-iron-man-records/
DJ SETS
No Hassle Mix (Funk)
https://www.mixcloud.com/flyagaric23/james-meters-funk-dj-fly-agaric-no-hassell-mix-5/
Fly Funk 4Q
https://www.mixcloud.com/flyagaric23/fly-funk-4q-beats-breaks-and-scratches-by-dj-steve-fly/
Ricorsi Funk
https://www.mixcloud.com/RadioFreeAmsterdam/fly-by-night-272-ricorsi-funkey/
Funk March
https://www.mixcloud.com/RadioFreeAmsterdam/fly-by-night-254-funk-march/
Bear Home (Jazz, Blues, Funk)
https://soundcloud.com/flyagaric23/bear-full-mix-july-19th-2009
LIVE
Garaj Mahal 2017 (Live w/ DJ Fly)
http://radiofreeamsterdam.org/fly-by-night-243-never-give-up/
Garaj Mahal 2003 (Live w/ DJ Fly)
https://archive.org/details/garaj2003-10-31.flac16/garaj2003-10-31d2t07.flac
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DJ Fly Agaric 23 (2019)
Some fresh RAW and ragged DJ fly video evidence. Numark PT01 Scratch. Fam. Got a new “Pulse” fader from “CJ Scratch”. Roadtesting tonight in Amsterfam. Lol. Ampsterdampster. What (IS) a DJ if she can’t scratch? #soul #DJNoSkills #BrexitSkils https://flyagaric23.com/ https://www.patreon.com/stevefly
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Kick Out The Jams – Radio Show With Steve Fly
A special radio show featuring music from the MC5, and version excurions into their epic song: Kick Out The Jams. I’m reading from related literature including TSOG: The Thing That Ate The Constitution by Robert Anton Wilson, and The Grande Ballroom: Detroit’s Rock & Roll Palace by Leo Early #MC50
Steve Fly – Intro
MC5 – Kick Out The Jams
Rage Against The Machine – Kick Out The Jams
Deep Street Soul – Kick Out The Jams
Bad Brains – Kick Out The Jams
Blue Oyster Cult – Kick Out The Jams
Monster Magnet – Kick Out The Jams
Steve Fly – Comment
MC5/MC5 – Gotta’ Keep Movin’
Steve Fly – Comment
DKT/MC5 – Motor City Is Burning
Steve Fly – Comment
DKT/MC5 – Black To Comm
Steve Fly – Comment
Illuminatus Trilogy Audio
Steve Fly – Comment
John Sinclair and his Motor City Blues Scholars – Nutty
Steve Fly – Comment
Steve Fly – Outro
John Sinclair / Michael Ray / Fly – These Foolish Things.Recorded on September 23rd, 2018.
Amsterdam.
DEEP SCRATCH 