version 6.1 . I wish to honor the ancestral simulation- advent of the singularity. The singularity as Marilyn Monroe. The grandfather of the modern computer inventor of the adding machine william s burroughs.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
On the corner the musician must become more than just that: they must become the magician, the Shaman, the Jester Holy fool, jesus on the cross for Christ's sake (literal not figurative) and of course never forget, Cold straight up Hustler. Like the GodsEye on a Paracide, not only the living observe, as the surroundings take on a larger stage. The great Spirit favors (and torments) those whom bring the drama. Take very little personal and certainly step into your metathespian shoes as you rewrite the flow of reality around you......it's an ancient little understood artform- streetmusic. The money one earns is often blessed transforming a dime to a dolla, twobits a portrait of Lincoln. On a real good night dollars metamorph cubed into fur coated Franklins wry lusty smile. The true blessing is the authentic egolessness of that sense of automatic; one becomes a filter for EtwasAnderes, something other. The gleam of a child's eye listening to real live music for the first time is THE greatest treasure beyond any material wealth for something immortal is exchanged in the light of the glimmer.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Certainly can relate to the Beez bum bill bee. Cell phones r killing me to. Perhaps something to do with time/space/neuromagnetic electric fields that we're not quite savvy to. The holographic nature of the universe wows and flutters eventually withers away at the electrical nature of life/reality/synapse. It's all around us All the time. NEVER any bandwidth silence in the invisible freuency ether wind. The BZZzzzzz is replaced with the hyperfax sounding (RYOJI IKEDA!!! RYOJI can heal with the most evil of poisons!!! RYOJI may be the most important composer since BAch/beethoven/Mozart/Wagner/Schoenberg/Cage/XENAKiS!!!!!! RYOJI may very will be our Salvation.RYOJI IKEDA!!!!) Haven't felt right in years. Ever since that hospital pager next to the gonads...since the wife purchased 'cell' prison phone. Ball n' chain...ever since the 'SmaartFone' has smartened me to the point of a sharp dullness like pain in the medulla. The reptilian brain begins to balk and default. Null becomes the easiest hack and the big Syntax Error of it all with the harsh analog Beep reminding us of how far we've come and how much we've lost in the process. ADApT or eXtIncTioN. Too far along to care for either. Transmogrification Avatar synthesizer play us one more pop song before the end.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Wonderful to know you old friend! Congrats on your second star child, (hope she's stardust and not the nosoul holographic dark matterÐë®gä©.
Other than my reading of shulgin I have no practical knowledge of your substance in query. Me, I've been illicit free since 2006, quit ETOH out of boredom last year...started backup lately also out of boredom. ***** I subscribe monthly to in order to tame the sabateur fifth columnist resting in the shadows of my will. Effective enough though life seems to flash by so quick...no luxerious slow time fer me (WE certainly took our fill of the old slow motion back in the day... Believe we were monsantobaby sububurban refugees turned hillbilly bohemian skyheads apeing as college students (give me that gentleman's B any day, practiced and well versed upon effortless effort.) I smoke marlboro blue with excellent results. My former asthma is near extinct with only a flashback or two caused by cats or family memories.
I have had a difficult three years health wise due to unknown ailment of skin upon the back of my neck/scalp. Multiple dermatologists and dozens of nasty failures of pharmecutical stabs in the dark I am left continually tormented. A sensation of 'out of place' pressure. THOUSANDS of ingrown hair. I have returned to an earlier technique of DIY surgery. Correcting some bad code written in sanskrit upon the noggin. Why? Numerous theories. Most sound being due to saxophone strap,hot head,pork pie hat issues. Most far out? Alien possesion of my flesh with soul terminating weaponry!! (Everyone thinks the invaders have to be 4'10 to 6'1".... No no no real tiny they can be. Not from OUT there either more like RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE NOW just transmigrated parallel like.) Sometimes I think lord above and the devil wagered bets upon my outcome like some modern JOB. All I really know is that I've learned to suffer well. Eh, but I ramble. Holla back atcha soon old buddha.
Friday, May 6, 2011
William Schafer Neural implants reboot update reset reboot update downloading new modules please enter user name password on 32 apps. Updating app information. Reboot. Please restart your computer enter user name and password. Password does not match usr name unknown. Modules updating OTA rim neural implants version 6.o.6 bundle 243....repeat cycle.meanwhile I stand here contemplating the sins of previous hacks and injections. Shouldn't of commited surgery upon myself. Synapses fraid unravelling. I smell ancient smells of the blessed past. Wake up to the stench a burning rotten vegetative dankness. Feel close to death and everything spirals metafiction. Reality? No some inner transmogrification. A forceful change for no reason. Paradigms flipper flipper flam. This life to be such a scam.the fink inside me is the fink God we succumb to in sarcastic negativity
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Kekule dreams the Great Serpent holding its own tail in its mouth, the dreaming Serpent which surrounds the World. But the meanness, the cynicism with which this dream is to be used. The Serpent that announces, 'The World is a closed thing, cyclical, resonant, eternally-returning,' is to be delivered into a system whose only aim is to violate the cycle. Taking and not giving back, demanding that ?productivity' and 'earnings' keep on increasing with time, the System removing from the rest of the World these vast quantities of energy to keep its own tiny desperate fraction showing a profit: and not only humanity--most of the world, animal, vegetable, and mineral, is laid to waste in the process. The System may or may not understand that it's only buying time. And that time is an artificial resource to begin with, of no value to anyone other than the system, which must sooner or later crash to its death, when it addiction to energy has become more than the rest of the World can supply, dragging with it innocent souls all along the chain of life."
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
pisode 26, p. 237/375:
Proverbs for Paranoids, 1: You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
Sinnsprüche für Paranoiker, 1: Der Meister mag dir verborgen bleiben – doch seine Kreaturen kannst du kitzeln.
Episode 26, p. 241/381:
Proverbs for Paranoids, 2: The innocence of the creatures is in inverse proportion to the immorality of the Master.
Sinnsprüche für Paranoiker, 2: In der Arglosigkeit der Kreaturen spiegelt sich die Amoral des Meisters.
Episode 28, p. 251/397
Proverbs for Paranoids, 3: If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.
Sinnsprüche für Paranoiker, 3: Wem es gelingt, dir falsche Fragen einzureden, dem braucht auch vor der Antwort nicht zu bangen.
Episode 28, p. 262/412
Proverbs for Paranoids, 4: You hide, they seek.
Sinnsprüche für Paranoiker, 4: Du versteckst dich, sie suchen.
Episode 30, p. 292/459
Paranoids are not paranoids (Proverb 5) because they're paranoid, but because they keep putting themselves, fucking idiots, deliberately into paranoid situations.
Paranoiker sind Paranoiker nicht etwa (Sinnspruch 5), weil sie paranoisch wären, sondern weil sie sich, verdammte Idioten, andauernd vorsätzlich in paranoide Situationen begeben.
(in der offiziellen Übersetzung steht «freiwillig» für «deliberately»)
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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Monday, April 18, 2011
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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Monday, April 11, 2011
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Monday, April 4, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Another life changing poem, this one by Percy Bythe Shelley..........I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away". ......indeed I despair.
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away". ......indeed I despair.
A favorite poem from my high school days..........The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. - Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. - Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Thanks for the link, interesting read. First and foremost- there is nothing wrong with enthusiasm for an artform. When an artform gains importance amongst likeminded individuals a subculture appears. If the values and rewards of a subculture are significant often a subculture becomes a way of life (deadheads, jazz musicians, ravers, etc.) This is life. It is organic- artforms and subcultures. As my university of Missouri-Columbia musicology professor Dr. Budd explains: an art movement originates-arcs towards perfection- the descends into 'perversion' (proliferation, permutation, self-consuming)....many times from the ashes an artform will be rediscovered and rise pheonix like from obscurity or disregard.
Problem is, as Terrence McKenna explains, these cycles of artforms and culture proliferate and crumble at alarming speeds. Our entire species entrain to this metamusic sound of evolutionary accelerando (sic) con fucio-faster and faster with much fire. McKenna indeed did adhere to a 2012 event horizon: he suggested something to the effect of 'The End of Novelty.'
My response to the article would be:
Me, fuk em all, yeah I've read pynchon, met burroughs, hung out back stage with run-dmc, let G-love squeal on my sax, purchase alva noto and ryoji ikeda: hipsterism. Sure. What I'm into is hip to me. If your not savvy. Too bad for u. Square ears still listening to the same shit for 20yrs? Thas yer problem. Thirsty ears and inquisitive mind is oxygen to the soul. Music and art make this lousy life worth living. Are u hip? Do u not enjoy being with likeminded folk. Let go of self conciousness. Be free of self doubt.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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Saturday, March 19, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
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