Whenever I read a literary, movie, music, art criticism, I am forced to believe, in fact insist, that what I am observing, in all its permutations, in nothing other than a rationalization process for why "a thing" is either good or bad, accepted or rejected. Every person and every group has their own agenda, and one can but hope to fit in, to be accepted. It is all a reflection of taste. In today's world, even another Mozart may be overlooked. Keep it in mind.
EARLY WARNING SIGNS OF FASCISM
*Powerful and Continuing Nationalism* *Disdain For Human Rights* *Identification Of Enemies As A Unifying Cause* *Supremacy Of The Military* *Rampant Sexism* *Controlled Mass Media* *Obsession With National Security*
*Religion and Government Intertwined*
*Corporate Power Protected*
*Labor Power Supressed*
*Disdain For Intellectuals and The Arts*
*Obsession With Crime and Punishment*
*Rampant Cronyism and Corruption*
*Fraudulent Elections*
- Laurence W. Britt -
Music
Grew up on a steady diet of BEBOP and Abstract Jazz, folk, R and B,
experimental music like that of John Cage.
In the limbo between the beat poets and the arrival of the hippies I smoked maryjane at the Holly Monument in Washington Square Park. Bought Peyote when it was still legal. No wonder modern Raves appeal to me. Psychedelic Rock & Roll can't even begin to touch the entrancing Techno of a Rave.
Years later met The Oil Tasters in Milwaukee. Lived with them,
learned from them, found myself loving their idea of experimental
Rock and Roll as it became New Wave. Funk, George Clinton, breaks, new, weird, different. I'm always being asked where I got this or that, because
I've been called a consummate digger. That refers to being a selector while I'm working on my DJ skills. Even though I started a few years ago, I think of it as an exciting hobby, and through which I have discovered new friends. I believe in people like John Peel, and Annie Nightingale for bringing mainstream attention to new forms of electronic dance music. Do people
realize how important and intrinsic new electronic music is to the
world? Some writers have heralded it as "the new folk music" because
it is as accessable to everyone today as was the dulcimer in ages past.
Myspace has allowed me to meet wonderful singers like Billy Ray Martin,
who is totally cool and so much a renegade that the
music industry doesn't know what to do with her.
Her voice makes her a genius superstar punk electro soul
goddess, and I'd get drunk with her any day of the week. If
I ever see her I'll kiss her feet even as she kicks out my teeth.
Very few people have a voice that touches the heart and soul.
Hers is that rare. Check her out:
http://www.myspace.com/billieraymartin.....
I LOVE The Bush Tetras since the first
second I heard them and still do. Also,
Myspace has allowed me to meet Backdraft, the wonderful
Angel Farringdon of Paradox 3000, Peaches, and so many more.
Movies
Any film with Viggo Mortensen. He will win an academy award, because he's an acting genius. Eastern Promises, The History Of Violence, The Road, Everything he does is so incredibly different and yet you feel that he is fully there. (And he was once married to Exene Cervenka!
Television
The shows change. I watch a few, then they disappear. Always the ones I like get cancelled. The sitcoms and
game shows prevail. I may watch movies instead. I watch
you.
Books
My library consists of an assortment of books on Psychic research.
Modern poems. Subjects like Giant Squids. UFOs, Abduction, Crop Circles, Carlos Castaneda. Occult: Manly Palmer Hall's Secret Teachings Of All
Ages. Franz Bardon's Trilogy of the Hermetic, all of Max Freedom Long
on Huna. Henry Miller, Anais Nin, Wallace Stevens, the beat writers, Daisy
Aldan, who was a great editor, thinker, teacher, translator from the French,
self published poet and friend, whom I consider as my poet mother and
personal saviour. I have to say this, it was Daisy Aldan in the early 1950s
who originated the self-publishing revolution, along with her lifetime friend
Anais Nin, around the time they both edited Two Cities Press. Although
Daisy was nominated six times for a Pulitzer she didn't win. She did win
many other prestigious awards and the love of many. One of my all time favorite poets is Patience Worth, whose work appeared as automatic writing from the planchette and direct writing of one of the greatest mediums of the 20th century, Mrs. Pearl Lenore Curran. One of so many unsung heros on the
razor's edge of the exploration of the infinite. I will mention just one more,
Maurice Bucke, as he was the first person in the western world to study and author a work devoted to the Realization Experience, called 'Cosmic Consciousness.' No small enterprise, and perhaps one of the most important books on the nature of Mind thusfar written. Also on this list find William
James.
Heroes
Mary Magdelene as presented in the books of Laurence Gardner.
Any people who have eaten the ORMUS powder. Those who continuously
work on their innerselves, and rise out of the pidgeon-holing of their
friends to become truly free of the restraints put upon them either
by their upbringing or the judgments of others. My Hero is Freedom
but only that Freedom tempered by love, and which has conquered deceit.
Harry Boddington. Betty White - the medium. Ivan St. John and Francis
Rath of the quite magical Philosopher's Stone Bookstore
in San Francisco.
Ivan St. John can be found dwelling among the Inner Planes Adepti along with his one-time partner Francis Rath. Ivan
was one of America's most gifted psychics and was one of the great Deep Trance Mediums of our time. Francis Rath
showed the Hermetic path to many of us. They are now both in the Light.
Every renegade of the sub culture, likes of my old friend Jim
Carroll, PP D'CaCa, DJs like Hybrid, so many, many, um Henry Miller,
Daisy Aldan, Anais Nin, the Hermetic Philosophers of old, great artists,
anyone who has sacrificed themselves for another. Joseph Campbell,
Budd Hopkins, William Blake, Terence McKenna, Jack Kerouac, ALL
the Beat Poets, Geronimo, Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, Chief Joseph,
my father and mother, Max Freedom Long, Stewart Edward White,
all seers who have ever lived, those who fought the skepticism
of scientists and their disbelief in what we see, hear and touch
spiritually. Every single Medium (or Channel) who has put themselves
on line to give readings. Every single Healer whose touch has set
people with illness on the road to full recovery over the arrogant
protestation of beligerent people with degrees up their ass.
F.W.H. Myers. Sir Oliver Lodge. Sir Henry Crookes. The Spirit Guides
of all the great mediums such as the unimpeachable spirit of Katie
King. There is a true Heroine. One more, Gary E. Schwartz for
The Afterlife Experiments, for his indisputable research and meticulous
science.
Goddard College
Plainfield,Vermont
Graduated: 1967
Degree: High School Diploma
Major: Human Sexuality And Social Programming
Minor: Marijuana Smoking, Blues and Partying
Clubs: Disintegration of the post apocalyptic
platipus of uncertain pasts and futures
defining a present without form or use
in a donkey's ass. Omega Fart Load.
Movie: Starring role in Francis the
Talking Drug Mule.
Greek:
Mu Mu Psi
Current Courses:
Art & Design Hs
New York,New York
Graduated: N/A
Degree: Postdoctoral
Major: The Sexual Behavior of Humans
Minor: Having Sex With Humans
Clubs: THE CHUCKEST COLLEGE OF LIFE ENERGY IN THE UNIVERSAL SCHOOL OF GOLDMANISM
Greek:
Alpha Mu Omega
There are no longer any Go-Go dancers outside of Strip Clubs so I am a Stripper and will strip us as a species down to our soul so that it can see the light. That is the task of the Go-Go Dancer.
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About me: WILL YOU EVER SEE AND KNOW WHAT WE REALLY ARE?
THIS IS NOT A MAGICIAN.
Poet from before birth.
I was never a Hippie. I was a post beat era NYC poet in 1961. I took my early works to the coffee houses in the
east Village and read them. I have seen Gingberg, Bob Dylan and Jack Kerouac at the same table. I was great friends with now legendary Ted Berrigan. I held my own
at sixteen and nineteen, and twenty one by getting published in some nice literary magazines. One collaboration of mine can be found in Jim Carroll's "Living At The Movies," and is called "Cosmopolitan Life,"
written with Bruce Wolmer, Jim and myself a.k.a Charles Goldman. It is about time you knew this. The fact that this poem appeared for years without my name beneath it, but now, in the Penguin collected poems of Jims' it does, makes me wonder about the insufficiency and astuteness of Penguin's editors.
I was at the original Woodstock because I was in love with Janis Joplin. I love Jazz, Folk, Blue Grass, Blues, IDM, Electro, Jungle, Breakbeat, Hip Hop, Dubstep, and of my generation I can say that I have yet to meet someone my age who says the same. I am a freakazoid. I paint, write,
play blues harp, dj, been to Raves, and many dj events.
I was partying all the way back in 1960 and it continues until today. I have had an interesting life with secrets yet to tell.
Back in the mid 1960s Andy Warhol and Gerard Malanga
put together what they called The Plastic Exploding
Inevitable Underground Circus, which I think could,
by today's standards represent the first Rave. We
listened to several early bands but the "house band"
was Nico, Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground. That
was a thing to do weekly. Also we had The Fugs playing
on MacDougal Street, and around the corner up on Bleeker
in Cafe Au Go Go you could hear the Paul Butterfield
Blues Band with Elvin Bishop who was awesome. Up the
street we'd go almost nightly to see The Mothers Of
Invention. This coupled with cafe's like The Night Owl
with the now famous, original Keane paintings of big eyed
kids, and secreted haunts like The Fat Black Pussycat II,
made life interesting, incomparably intelligent, and
to use that much (today) maligned word "Hip!" A true
hipster isn't some dorky poser with tattoos and a
cupey-doll hairdo, a hipster then was a Harlem sax man,
was Sun Ra, was Charlie Mingus, was the beat Poets.
So, fluck you, one and all who have turned this word
into a mockery opposing its original intent. I could
go on about why it is important to know and understand
the history of the artistic, poetic, musical underground
of yesterday, so you can find the substance to shape
a new myth for yourselves accordingly. Otherwise you're dead.
I live life with amazing observational abilities. I judge politicians on their emotional IQ, and suggest that this is the barometer for all future government. I am for any government trying out new models and moving away from the old combustion engine economy which has all but destroyed everything alive, or is about to. Today I sometimes DJ as Chuk LeFuk, I play everything from 80s New Wave to Dubstep.
I try to have fun and keep in shape enough not to feel the agony of becoming an elder. So take it from one who has tried, sometimes failed and sometimes succeeded: Follow Your Bliss and dump the bullshit.
Listen to 'Plastician May 2009 Mix' by Plastician on http://bln.kr, where artists can share the music they make on twitter, facebook and myspace instantly.
RoboBuddha. RoboChrist. The new Ford Mohammad. Grace Jones.
Aliyah. F. W. H. Meyers. William James. Sir Oliver Lodge.
R. Maurice Bucke. e.e. cummings. Eric Dolphy. Franz Kline.
So, so many many dead people.
Just stopping by to show some love to your page and wish you a happy thanksgiving... I also have seven new poems up... If you got the time check them out.
Peekaboo! All Hallows' Eve Greet Things! and how is ya Afterlife?
"Then further back, higher than the candelabrum, and much higher than the altar, rose the Moloch, all of iron, and with gaping apertures in his human breast. His outspread wings were stretched upon the wall, his tapering hands reached down to the ground; three black stones bordered by yellow circles represented three eyeballs on his brow, and his bull's head was raised with a terrible effort as if in order to bellow."
