Rectify the Economy ~ Here's the answer to that...

Ron Paul Congressional Cookbook; Colonic Cleansing for the Global Economy; Publisher Price Waterhouse 2009
price; US$ - an exhorbitant number of pesos

A non-Aristotelian economy/ Une économie non-aristotélicienne

(In gold we don't trust ) William S. Burroughs

Animation: Pierre Belouin : APO 33
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Crete/9445/economy.html

Definitions : Where the balance lies in supply and demand...
What do I mean by non-Aristotalitarian economy ? One can understand it comparatively to an Aristotelian hierarchical economy based on a horse before the cart principle of set property and limited resources. An Aristotelian economy rests on Aristotle's logic: principle of identity, contract of contradiction and by property of third (mind) excluded. (See the details in the article "Les différentes étapes de l'évolution de l'Occident : Aristote, Descartes, Korzybski : trois visions de l'homme et du monde" lessez faire - essentially consumerism
http://www.geocities.com/interzonelibrary/dptsg1ADK.html

This system has shaped the vision of the world and the relations between humans since more than 2000 years. It rests on the following postulates:

- the belief in the value of money as something real, in economical rules gifted with a real existence, independant on its users,

- the postulate according which the only way to get money would be to take it from somebody else,

- a structure of relations based upon exclusion,

- relations of competition, of conflict, between included and excluded, the rich and the poor,

- a strategy based upon intelligence of strength relations to get money.

This system rests on parasitism, on the plundering of the resources, and consists in sawing the branch on which one sits: once the resources have run out, there is no resource left and the system collapses.

So comparatively, a non-Aristotalitarian economy is based upon : Abundance with shared property in balanced distribution of goods and services. The law of acceptance, essentially creativity.

- a concept of money as "a symbol of exchange between humans, the value of which rests on a common agreement between its users" (Alfred Korzybski: see Science and Sanity: "On symbolism" )

- the postulate according to which it is possible to earn money without taking it from somebody else,

- a structure of relations based upon inclusion of all the elements in the same set ("A structure is the set of the relations between the elements of a same set" (Henri Laborit: "La Nouvelle Grille")

- relations of non competition, complementarity, interdisciplinarity and informational openness, similar to the structure of living species (Henri Laborit), leading to a higher result than the sum of the parts (1 + 1 > 2, mathematical principal of non-additivity, applied to writing by W. Burroughs and Brion Gysin as "the Third mind")

- a strategy based upon strength of intelligence relations,

- enrichment of ALL the partners

We have here the new prospect of emotional quotient, creativity and intellectual property ! Personal human worth and growth in accordance with Desiderata.

So as in Monopoly, who gets to be the banker? Until the cash runs out...

Tychoonopoly - Where only one player gets to own Boardwalk or Park Place or Interzone

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On the Road ~ Jack Kerouac

or "How to Write a Book in One Easy Sentence..."
A writer by the name of James Breslin who chronicled Jack Kerouac's visit to Brooklyn College in March of 1958. Curious as to whether this Breslin was the Pulitzer Prize-winner who later wrote under the byline Jimmy Breslin, I asked the Voice's Tom Robbins about it. And he put in a call to the man himself.
It's not the same Breslin. But, as you might have guessed, Jimmy had a little something to say about Jack:
"It is not me. I knew Kerouac he lived in Richmond Hill, on 134th, near 101st.... The Philadelphia Inquirer, gave him the whole roll of UPI [teletype] paper so he could just keep typing. I should've given him a fucking box of periods. Taught a whole generation how to write run-on sentences. A disgrace!"
http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/archives/2008/04/jimmy_breslin_o.php

Roll Out "The Road" Across the Miles

Rolling out the scroll that is On The Road ~ Using a manual typewriter in a New York City loft, Jack Kerouac produced the original manuscript of On the Road during a three-week period in the spring of 1951. Fifty years and one month later, Colts’ owner Jim Irsay purchased the widely-acknowledged icon of the Beat Generation at a Christies auction in New York, less than a mile from where it was created. Kerouac produced the continuous scroll by taping pages of semi-translucent paper together to feed the typewriter and write without interruption. The text is single-spaced, without paragraphs, and edited in pencil by Kerouac.
On the Road Scroll Tour
http://www.ontheroad.org/
Excerpt
http://downloads.newyorker.com/mp3/071001_excerpt_kerouac.mp3

Canonization ~ Concatenating a Coherent Sentence for Victims of Society
With the publication of On the Road: The Original Scroll (Viking), Jack Kerouac takes a step beyond canonization toward beatitude itself. The scroll manuscript of this 1957 novel is one of the sacred artifacts of the Beat era, and conflicting stories about it have circulated among the acolytes for years: that rolls of drawing paper had been taped together to form the scroll (true), so that a Benzedrine- (false) and caffeine-fuelled (true) Kerouac could type at speed with no need to pause after each page; that a dog had chewed one end (true). This codex version of the scroll is prefaced by an astonishing one hundred pages of front matter, including no fewer than four separate introductions: a formidable bulwark protecting the novel from its readers. The most obvious difference between the manuscript and published versions is Kerouac’s use of actual names throughout (Neal Cassady later renamed Dean Moriarty, Allen Ginsberg becoming Carlo Marx, and so on). Sex scenes were toned down for the initial publication, and much of Kerouac’s reflexive misogyny was softened or removed. The manuscript itself was sold at auction in May 2001 for more than $2 million, to Jim Irsay (owner of the Indianapolis Colts), who promised to “give people an opportunity to enjoy it.” An exhibit featuring the scroll has been criss-crossing the usa since 2004; in fall 2007 it was on display at the New York Public Library.

On the Road: The Original Scroll By Jack Kerouac
http://www.geist.com/books/road-original-scroll

On The Road ~ Uncensored and Unplugged

Angus Hyland, with design assistant Masumi Briozzo, has designed the UK edition of On the Road: The Original Scroll, a sumptuous edition of Jack Kerouac’s seminal ‘Beat’ novel which is being released to mark the 50th anniversary of the book’s original publication on 5 September 1957. On the Road: The Original Scroll is a complete and unexpurgated transcription of Kerouac’s original manuscript, written during a marathon three-week session onto a 120-foot roll of paper, which Kerouac created by taping the individual sheets together before feeding them through his typewriter. This publication is the first time Kerouac’s unedited text has been made available to the general public. Along with the restoration of previously censored passages, the text also reveals the real-life characters, such as Allen Ginsberg and William S. Burroughs, that became the protagonists of the novel. The book is one of the top five bestsellers from Penguin’s Modern Classics series of 20th century novels and continues to sell over 35,000 copies a year in the UK alone.
New Work: ‘On the Road: The Original Scroll’ at Pentagram
http://blog.pentagram.com/2007/08/new-work-on-the-road-the-origi-1.php

On the Road ~ The Great Depression (circa 1935)
Photograph of Families on the Road With All Their Possessions During the Great Depression of 1930's
ENFORCED IDLENESS MADE MEN TAKE TO THE road;
Depressions doubled and trebled the number of homeless; industrial accidents could turn workers into street beggars. During the Gilded Age and Progressive Era, many middle-class commentators failed to understand these facts of economic life. “The labor union ‘recognizes’ the tramp as ‘the victim of our present economical [sic] system,’” the New York Times proclaimed pompously in 1886, “instead of recognizing in him, as other people do, the victim of a violent dislike to [sic] labor and a violent thirst for rum.” To those who viewed the new homelessness of the post–Civil War decades in this manner, the issue was simple: there were some people who simply did not want to work. By the 1890s some critics were beginning to acknowledge a relationship between depressions and the increase in the number of vagrants. The main point, however, John J. McCook argued, was that tramps were drunkards and poor workmen—that was why they were the first to be let go during a depression. Labor unionists, reformers, and socialists strenuously objected to these arguments. Henry George and Terrence Powderly, speaking from their own bitter personal experience, viewed tramping as a harsh necessity forced upon unwilling workers.
Farm Security Administration: Families on the road with all their possessions packed into their trucks, migrating and looking for work. (Circa 1935)
http://history1900s.about.com/library/photos/blygd42.htm
Homeless in American History
http://www.questia.com/library/book/down-and-out-on-the-road-the-homeless-in-american-history-by-kenneth-l-kusmer.jsp

On the Road Again ~ Boulder In a Land Down Under, Not Boulder Colorado

Black & White is timeless, colour tells all time...


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Secret Hobo Ingredients ~ Twenty Two Secret Hobo Herbs & Spices


Allen Ginsberg First Blues ~ Going to San Diego/ Ginsberg Address

In 1971, Bob Dylan heard Ginsberg improvising song lyrics at a reading. Impressed, he suggested recording together, which they did over two sessions in November of 1971 at the Record Plant in New York City. Ginsberg spent the first session getting comfortable with the setting and the musicians. The second session produced "CIA Dope Calypso" about covert government drug trafficking in Southeast Asia, "Going To San Diego" about Richard Nixon and the upcoming Republican National Convention, "Many Loves" about some of the men with whom he had had relationships, and "Whozat Jimmy Berman." Two takes of "September on Jessore Road," a song inspired by Ginsberg's experience of poverty in India, were also recorded. But much to his disappointment, neither track was usable. It didn't look like the other tracks would fare much better though. They went into a can and sat on a shelf for years before they were finally released.
Allen Ginsberg First Blues Going to San Diego
http://chrisgoesrocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/allen-ginsberg-first-blues-1971-83-rare.html
http://expectingrain.com/discussions/viewtopic.php?f=6&t=33053

In 1976, Ginsberg gave tapes of the 1971 sessions, along with a copy of his book First Blues, to John Hammond, the producer at Columbia who had discovered Leadbelly, Robert Johnson and scores of other brilliant musicians. Hammond liked what he heard and organized a session in June. The album they made included eight new songs along with three from the sessions with Dylan. Columbia executives were upset with Ginsberg's explicit references to homosexuality in some of the songs, however, and refused to release the record. The record, First Blues, would eventually be issued in 1983 on John Hammond's own label. Confusing Ginsberg's discography, Folkways released a completely different album in 1981 under the same title. That record was recorded by ethnomusicologist and eccentric, Harry Smith, in his room at New York's Chelsea Hotel in the mid-1970s. Ginsberg's song writing tailed off in the 1980s, but he remained interested in the latest pop music trends. Attracted by their radical protest songs, Ginsberg visited the Clash backstage before one of their shows in New York in 1981. When they asked him to read a poem to the crowd, he offered instead to sing a song he had written with them. They spent ten minutes rehearsing then performed "Capitol Air," a song in which Ginsberg rejects both capitalism and communism. He was pleased at the enthusiastic response he got from the crowd. Six months later he visited the Clash again, this time in the studio, and was asked by Joe Strummer to look over and tighten up some of their new song lyrics. Ginsberg also provided the "voice of God" which appeared on the song "Ghetto Defendant" on the Clash album Combat Rock. Although he was not writing songs as much as he had earlier in his life and his recording had petty much stopped, Ginsberg never stopped singing, accompanied by his harmonium, at readings. He would also recruit local talent as back-up musicians when he traveled. The arrangement led to a recording of "Birdbrain" with the Denver band the Gluons, which was released in Colorado in the mid-1980s. Despite his personal enthusiasm for music, Ginsberg had often gotten mixed reactions from audiences when he sang or chanted at readings. His voice was ordinary at best, and his harmonium provided just a simple background drone, not a true musical accompaniment. Preparing for his 1989 release The Lion For Real, Ginsberg asked friends, poets and musicians, how to approach the project. According to Michael Schumacher, vocalist Marianne Faithfull suggested "Maybe you shouldn't sing...." In response Ginsberg returned to a strength he had developed over the years, reading his poetry. Shorter works from all phases of his career are accompanied by musicians like Arto Lindsey, Bill Frisell, Marc Ribot, and G.E. Smith. Martha Bustin, writing in Rolling Stone, called The Lion For Real "an artful, affecting presentation of Ginsberg's work.... a virtual Ginsberg primer" proving once again that God is a degenerate hobo.
Allen Ginsberg Biography
http://www.musicianguide.com/biographies/1608002391/Allen-Ginsberg.html

God is a Degenerate Hobo From Hoboken


Train Spotting


"Do Not Shit or Piss on Trains" ~ Number One Hobo Rule


Pissing on Trains ~ American Graffiti

The train in Spain stays mainly on the plain..."

Arthur Kills a Hobo For His Clothes ~ Obviously Inspired by First Blues


A Voice From The Gutters ~ The Great Depression 2009

Right-click to open video in new window:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1JIa5r5nkE

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If you thought "Beat" is a thing of the past or that beat is dead, then think again. Maybe you're the deadbeat...

The Last Beat ~ The Story of Gregory Corso
The last lost voices of the past are surfacing for just one more tryst. Gregory Corso revisits the Beat Hotel, with a camera and a poet's cursory comments. Now even he is gone, but the beat goes on...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gregory_Corso
Here's the man who wanted to change the world through poetry. Man, this guy is beat! The Beat Generation’s Gregory Corso, who despite dire hardship - infant abandonment, foster homes, living in the streets of Little Italy, a teenage prison term - became one of four in the inner circle of the Beats – along with Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs. Corso denied the existence of a Beat Generation - denied, famously, that he was a Beat: "I'm not Beat, but I ain't square." But perhaps that was a consequence of the nebulousness of the concept as much as his occasional orneriness. Anyone with spirit and ideas and something positive to say is by default a poet by their tears, unless like some laureate one is elevated to the position by their peers. This Pope, the poet, name of Gregory, is this the Corso who was Ginsberg's bitch? Or the other way around; Gay and young and full of tears, crying for America and the life he could have Lear'd. Hey Corso, Pull My Daisy! Ginsberg claims he was immediately attracted to Corso, who was straight but understanding of homosexuality after three years in prison. Ginsberg was even more struck by reading Corso's poems, realizing Corso was "spiritually gifted." In 1950, the year of his release from prison after three years for theft, he met Allen Ginsberg, who introduced him to experimental poetry and introduced Corso to the rest of his inner circle. "One night in a dark, empty bar sitting with my prison poems I was graced with a deep-eyed apparition: Allen Ginsberg. Through him I first learned about contemporary poesy . . ." Corso wrote about their meeting. In their first meeting at the Pony Stable, Corso showed Ginsberg a poem about a woman who lived across the street from him, and sunbathed naked in the window. Amazingly, the woman just happened to be Ginsberg's girlfriend during one of his forays into heterosexuality. At the time Corso's poetic theory revolved around the notion that God was "a beautiful painter who'd painted a beautiful picture of a world that man had painted over". Shelley remained Corso's ideal because he was a "revolutionary but spilled no blood". Randall Jarrell, who was also the Poetry Consultant at the Library of Congress, thought Corso's poems as good as Shelley's. In 1957, Ginsberg surprised the literary world by abandoning San Francisco. After a spell in Morocco, he and Peter Orlovsky joined Gregory Corso in Paris. Corso introduced them to a shabby lodging house above a bar at 9 rue Gît-le-Coeur that was to become known as the Beat Hotel. They were soon joined by William Burroughs and others. It was a productive, creative time for all of them. There, Ginsberg finished his epic poem "Kaddish", Corso composed "Bomb" and "Marriage", and Burroughs (with help from Ginsberg and Corso) put together Naked Lunch, from previous writings. In 1958, he had written one of his best-known poems - "Bomb" - during and after a trip to England when he had met Ban the Bomb demonstrators. "Bomb" was the core of Corso's volume of poetry The Happy Birthday of Death, which came out in 1960. The Beat writers all used drugs of various sorts as well as alcohol. The title poem of the new collection was written from notes Corso took after blacking out from trying laughing gas. After Earth Egg (1974), there was a seven-year silence until in 1981 he published Herald of the Autochthonic Spirit. It was 10 years before his next work, Mindfield, in 1991.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allen_Ginsberg


William S. Burroughs, Gregory Corso, and Paul Bowles (r-l) Tangiers, Morocco 1961
This photo is important. Exactly two hours later Paul Bowles (left) saw himself in the mirror and noticed how far he'd come since his tea making days. Now he wore a tie. O life. Gregory, on the other hand, was at the top of his game. He was young and strong and liked to emphasize this by standing next to Burroughs. He did this to compensate for feelings of inadequacy, fostered by the attention his compatriots received at midnight invisible parties. Burroughs as already quite mad by this time. He'd looked like your grandpa since he was 22 and practiced the art of urban invisibility. He learned to see through things. He was pretty good. He knew why Corso stood so close.
Beat Postcard no.12: Opaque
http://thedayonfire.blogspot.com/2008/07/beat-postcard-12-opaque.html
In later years, Corso disliked public appearances and became irritated with his own "Beat" celebrity. He did however agree to allow filmmaker Gustave Reiningerto make a cinema verite documentary, "Corso - the Last Beat", about him. After Allen Ginsberg's death, Corso decided to go "on the road" to Europe and retrace "the Beats" early days in Paris, Italy and Greece. While in Venice, Corso expressed on film his lifelong concerns about not having a mother, and living such an uprooted childhood. Corso became curious about where in Italy his mother, Michellina Colonna, might be buried. His father's family had always told him that his mother had returned to Italy, a disgraced woman. Filmmaker Gustave Reininger quietly launched a search for Corso's mother's Italian burial place. In an astonishing turn of events, Reininger found Corso's mother Michelina not dead, but alive; and not in Italy, but in Trenton, New Jersey. Corso was united with his mother on film. He discovered that his mother at 17 had been almost fatally brutalized (all her front teeth punched out) and was sexually abused by her teenage husband, his father. At the height of the Depression, with no trade or job, Michellina explained the she had no choice but to give her son to Catholic Charities. After she had established a new life working in a restaurant in New Jersey, his mother had attempted to find him, to no avail. The father had blocked even Catholic Charities from disclosing the boy’s whereabouts. Living modestly, she lacked the means to hire a lawyer to find her son. Eventually she remarried and started a new family.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corso:_The_Last_Beat
In Corso: The Last Beat, Corso claimed that he was healed in many ways by meeting his mother and saw his life coming full circle. Ironically, shortly thereafter, Corso discovered he had irreversible prostate cancer. He died of the disease in Minnesota on January 17, 2001. His ashes were deposited, just as he wanted, next to the grave of poet Percy Bysshe Shelley in the Cimitero Acattolico, the Protestant Cemetery, Rome. He wrote his own epitaph:
Spirit
is Life
It flows thru
the death of me
endlessly
like a river
unafraid
of becoming
the sea
The Last Beat ~ Gregory Corso
http://thebeatgeneration.net/gregory-corso-and-his-muse/

Locus Solus ~ With Minutes to Go a.k.a Gregory Corso
The Four Writers
In Barry Miles’ The Beat Hotel, there is mention of the release party for Minutes to Go in April at Gait Froge’s English Bookshop. Maurice Girodias of Olympia Press supplied the champagne. A large portion of the sales at the English Bookshop came from the tourist market in Girodias’ Traveller’s Companion titles of which Naked Lunch was one (No. 76 in fact). The writers who hung around the English Bookshop (as well as the Mistral) provided Girodias with his stable of pornographers. According to an interview Ted Morgan did with Sinclair Beiles, the four authors, Burroughs, Gysin, Sinclair Beiles and Gregory Corso, all signed at the party. One prominent bookseller challenges this fact in his description of a dedication copy of Minutes to Go to Gait Froge on sale for $32,500. This book of course lacks the Corso signature. In Literary Outlaw, Morgan recounts that Corso arrived with his girlfriend Sally November and that Froge, herself, commented “Do you have one for every other month as well?” In addition, all of Corso’s letters collected in An Accidental Biography from April 1960 are postmarked from Paris. It would appear that Corso was there and not in Scandanavia as suggested. Burroughs was lucky to make the party. At the time, the French authorities were pursuing Burroughs on a drug charge and suggested that he leave the country. Burroughs left Paris (soon after the publication party) and traveled to England with Sommerville. I believe he also went to Scandanavia as well before returning to Paris once the pot smoke had cleared. Yet it is true that the Corso signature is unusual given the fact he disavowed all involvement with the book as contrary to his sensibilities as a poet. This is made very clear in a postscript to Minutes to Go. Yet he wavered on this point. The publication of a cut-up with Burroughs in the collaboration issue of Locus Solus in 1961 is proof that he was still associated with the technique after the publication of Minutes to Go. Possibly the dedication copy currently on the market was signed to Froge at a later date or maybe Corso refused to sign it at the party in an act of spite. Corso was nothing if not unpredictable. Two Cities was a bilingual (French and English) magazine edited by Jean Fanchette, a young doctor. Fanchette published expats like Henry Miller, Alfred Perles, and Lawrence Durrell. The first issue was dedicated to Durrell. Years later, the correspondence between Fanchette and Durrell from this period would be published by Two Cities as well. Anaïs Nin was a correspondent for the magazine. With Gysin designing the covers, Fanchette fashioned Minutes to Go to mirror the magazine. Gysin and Burroughs were known for their cut-up method and collaboration on their project The Third Mind.
Burroughs and Bookstores ~ Reality Studio
http://realitystudio.org/bibliographic-bunker/burroughs-and-bookstores/

Yet a new Third Mind comes to mind...

THE THIRD MIND (Of another kind...) - Michael McClure & Ray Manzarek New York: Mystic Fire Video, 1999
58 minutes. This film focuses on the "the third mind" which results when Michael McClure & Ray Manzarek (Remember The Doors?) perform together. "Th(is) Third Mind" combines concert footage, other poets' thoughts on the collaboration, & segments in which the two explore the literary history of San Francisco since the 1950s. $19.95 (new)
WTF? Sounds Like a Ripoff of Bryson and Burroughs...

Other stories to check out;
Pope Gregory, Corso Biography; Even Dead Men Tell Their Tales
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/obituaries/gregory-corso-728736.html

Dream of Life: An Intimate Portrait of Patti Smith/ Chelsea Hotel, Publick and Private Curiosties
http://disembedded.wordpress.com/category/the-chelsea-hotel/

Jack Kerouac’s On the Road: Emergence of The New Journalism/ Pull My Daisy
http://disembedded.wordpress.com/category/bubbleshare/

Bomb ~ Or How I Wrote the Poem By Dr. (Gregory Corso) Strangelove 1958

Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb
Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass
The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the axe
Catapult Da Vinci tomahawk Cochise flintlock Kidd dagger Rathbone
Ah and the sad desparate gun of Verlaine Pushkin Dillinger Bogart
And hath not St. Michael a burning sword St. George a lance David a sling
Bomb you are as cruel as man makes you and you're no crueller than cancer
All Man hates you they'd rather die by car-crash lightning drowning
Falling off a roof electric-chair heart-attack old age old age O Bomb
They'd rather die by anything but you Death's finger is free-lance
Not up to man whether you boom or not Death has long since distributed its
categorical blue I sing thee Bomb Death's extravagance Death's jubilee
Gem of Death's supremest blue The flyer will crash his death will differ
with the climbor who'll fall to die by cobra is not to die by bad pork
Some die by swamp some by sea and some by the bushy-haired man in the night
O there are deaths like witches of Arc Scarey deaths like Boris Karloff
No-feeling deaths like birth-death sadless deaths like old pain Bowery
Abandoned deaths like Capital Punishment stately deaths like senators
And unthinkable deaths like Harpo Marx girls on Vogue covers my own
I do not know just how horrible Bombdeath is I can only imagine
Yet no other death I know has so laughable a preview I scope
a city New York City streaming starkeyed subway shelter
Scores and scores A fumble of humanity High heels bend
Hats whelming away Youth forgetting their combs
Ladies not knowing what to do with their shopping bags
Unperturbed gum machines Yet dangerous 3rd rail
Ritz Brothers from the Bronx caught in the A train
The smiling Schenley poster will always smile
Impish death Satyr Bomb Bombdeath
Turtles exploding over Istanbul
The jaguar's flying foot
soon to sink in arctic snow
Penguins plunged against the Sphinx
The top of the Empire state
arrowed in a broccoli field in Sicily
Eiffel shaped like a C in Magnolia Gardens
St. Sophia peeling over Sudan
O athletic Death Sportive Bomb
the temples of ancient times
their grand ruin ceased
Electrons Protons Neutrons
gathering Hersperean hair
walking the dolorous gulf of Arcady
joining marble helmsmen
entering the final ampitheater
with a hymnody feeling of all Troys
heralding cypressean torches
racing plumes and banners
and yet knowing Homer with a step of grace
Lo the visiting team of Present
the home team of Past
Lyre and tube together joined
Hark the hotdog soda olive grape
gala galaxy robed and uniformed
commissary O the happy stands
Ethereal root and cheer and boo
The billioned all-time attendance
The Zeusian pandemonium
Hermes racing Owens
The Spitball of Buddha
Christ striking out
Luther stealing third
Planeterium Death Hosannah Bomb
Gush the final rose O Spring Bomb
Come with thy gown of dynamite green
unmenace Nature's inviolate eye
Before you the wimpled Past
behind you the hallooing Future O Bomb
Bound in the grassy clarion air
like the fox of the tally-ho
thy field the universe thy hedge the geo
Leap Bomb bound Bomb frolic zig and zag
The stars a swarm of bees in thy binging bag
Stick angels on your jubilee feet
wheels of rainlight on your bunky seat
You are due and behold you are due
and the heavens are with you
hosanna incalescent glorious liaison
BOMB O havoc antiphony molten cleft BOOM
Bomb mark infinity a sudden furnace
spread thy multitudinous encompassed Sweep
set forth awful agenda
Carrion stars charnel planets carcass elements
Corpse the universe tee-hee finger-in-the-mouth hop
over its long long dead Nor
From thy nimbled matted spastic eye
exhaust deluges of celestial ghouls
From thy appellational womb
spew birth-gusts of of great worms
Rip open your belly Bomb
from your belly outflock vulturic salutations
Battle forth your spangled hyena finger stumps
along the brink of Paradise
O Bomb O final Pied Piper
both sun and firefly behind your shock waltz
God abandoned mock-nude
beneath His thin false-talc's apocalypse
He cannot hear thy flute's
happy-the-day profanations
He is spilled deaf into the Silencer's warty ear
His Kingdom an eternity of crude wax
Clogged clarions untrumpet Him
Sealed angels unsing Him
A thunderless God A dead God
O Bomb thy BOOM His tomb
That I lean forward on a desk of science
an astrologer dabbling in dragon prose
half-smart about wars bombs especially bombs
That I am unable to hate what is necessary to love
That I can't exist in a world that consents
a child in a park a man dying in an electric-chair
That I am able to laugh at all things
all that I know and do not know thus to conceal my pain
That I say I am a poet and therefore love all man
knowing my words to be the acquainted prophecy of all men
and my unwords no less an acquaintanceship
That I am manifold
a man pursuing the big lies of gold
or a poet roaming in bright ashes
or that which I imagine myself to be
a shark-toothed sleep a man-eater of dreams
I need not then be all-smart about bombs
Happily so for if I felt bombs were caterpillars
I'd doubt not they'd become butterflies
There is a hell for bombs
They're there I see them there
They sit in bits and sing songs
mostly German songs
And two very long American songs
and they wish there were more songs
especially Russian and Chinese songs
and some more very long American songs
Poor little Bomb that'll never be
an Eskimo song I love thee
I want to put a lollipop
in thy furcal mouth
a wig of Goldilocks on thy baldy bean
and have you skip with me Hansel and Gretel
along the Hollywoodian screen
O Bomb in which all lovely things
moral and physical anxiously participate
O fairylike plucked from the
grandest universe tree
O piece of heaven which gives
both mountain and anthill a sun
I am standing before your fantastic lily door
I bring you Midgardian roses Arcadian musk
Reputed cosmetics from the girls of heaven
Welcome me fear not thy opened door
nor thy cold ghost's grey memory
nor the pimps of indefinite weather
their cruel terrestial thaw
Oppenheimer is seated
in the dark pocket of Light
Fermi is dry in Death's Mozambique
Einstein his mythmouth
a barnacled wreath on the moon-squid's head
Let me in Bomb rise from that pregnant-rat corner
nor fear the raised-broom nations of the world
O Bomb I love you
I want to kiss your clank eat your boom
You are a paean an acme of scream
a lyric hat of Mister Thunder
O resound thy tanky knees
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
BOOM ye skies and BOOM ye suns
BOOM BOOM ye moons ye stars BOOM
nights ye BOOM ye days ye BOOM
BOOM BOOM ye winds ye clouds ye rains
Go BANG ye lakes ye oceans BING
Barracuda BOOM and cougar BOOM
Ubangi BOOM orangutang
BING BANG BONG BOOM bee bear baboon
ye BANG ye BONG ye BING
the tail the fin the wing
Yes Yes into our midst a bomb will fall
Flowers will leap in joy their roots aching
Fields will kneel proud beneath the halleluyahs of the wind
Pinkbombs will blossom Elkbombs will perk their ears
Ah many a bomb that day will awe the bird a gentle look
Yet not enough to say a bomb will fall
or even contend celestial fire goes out
Know that the earth will madonna the Bomb
that in the hearts of men to come more bombs will be born
magisterial bombs wrapped in ermine all beautiful
and they'll sit plunk on earth's grumpy empires
fierce with moustaches of gold

Gregory Nunzio Corso 1930-2001


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Tags: gregory corso, the ginsberg beat, the last beat
Current Location: beat hotel
Current Mood: beat
Current Music: jazz generation

Cut-up technique ~ Any Robot Can Become a Poet
“We cannot be done with viruses as long as the ontology of network culture is viral-like” - Jussi Parikka, “The Universal Viral Machine”...


49 minutes to go...
Beat writer Burroughs and the artist Brion Gysin, known predominantly for his rediscovery of the Dada master Tristan Tzara's cut-up technique and for co-inventing the flickering Dreamachine device, worked together in the early 1960s on a publishing project that used a chance based cut-up method. A cut-up method consists of cutting up and randomly reassembling various fragments of something to give them a completely new and unexpected meaning. 1+1=3

'On Negro Poetry' - Tristan Tzara
"The crocodile hatches the future life, rain falls for the vegetal silence, one isn't a creator by analogy. The beauty of the satellites – the teaching of light – will satisfy us, for we are God only for the country of our knowledge, in the laws according to which we live experience on this earth, on both sides of our equator, inside our borders. Perfect example of the infinite we can control: the sphere."
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Sing, the weary blues...
The Adventures of the Black Girl in Her Search for God by George Bernard Shaw
Black Girl would ask Shaw why does the "inspiring force" (God) has to be a "He." She is armed with a knobkerry (a carved stick) to smash the "ridiculous nonsense" that occurs when she interviews God and his representatives. Black Girl discovers how "water from the new fountain" is "sloshed" into "the contents of the dirty old bucket" and concludes that "we are objects of pity to the superficial but clearheaded atheists ["the Caravan of the Curious"] who are content without metaphysics and can see nothing in the whole business but its confusions and absurdities."
http://www.nathanielturner.com/adventuresofblackgirl.htm

39 minutes later, the neighbor is wondering where his kids are...
"My children!" Dali shouts upon meeting the Beats. What an incredible place for kids. Bubbles of light, Art Bingo, Cowboys and Indians, a station for designing your own post cards, and a good old-fashioned set of wooden blocks. What an incredible place for adults. Bubbles of light, Art Bingo, Cowboys and Indians, a station for designing your own post cards...

and not a second too soon...
Realitystudio.org is a weblog that reminds me of the beloved magazine REsearch, with great in-depth articles for digging deeper into Burroughs and the Third Mind...
http://realitystudio.org/bibliographic-bunker/my-own-mag/yay-a-moving-times-supplement-an-in-depth-examination-of-my-own-mag/#comment-40049
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The cut-up technique, also known as fishbowling, is an aleatory literary technique or genre in which a text is cut up at random and rearranged to create a new text.
1) Cut-up is performed by taking a finished and fully linear text (printed on paper) and cutting it in pieces with a few or single words on each piece. The resulting pieces are then rearranged into a new text. The rearranging of work often results in surprisingly innovative new phrases. A common way is to cut a sheet in four rectangular sections, rearranging them and then typing down the mingled prose while compensating for the haphazard word breaks by improvising and innovating along the way.
2) Fold-in is the technique of taking two different sheets of linear text (with the same linespacing), cutting each sheet in half and combining with the other, then reading across the resulting page. The resulting text is often a blend of the two themes, somewhat hard to read. A precedent of the technique occurred during a Surrealist rally in the 1920s: Tristan Tzara, founder of the early 20th century Dada movement, offered to create a poem on the spot by pulling words at random from a hat. A riot ensued and André Breton expelled Tzara from the movement.
3) In the 1950s painter and writer Brion Gysin more fully developed the cut-up method after accidentally discovering it. He had placed layers of newspapers as a mat to protect a tabletop from being scratched while he cut papers with a razor blade. Upon cutting through the newspapers, Gysin noticed that the sliced layers offered interesting juxtapositions. He began deliberately cutting newspaper articles into sections, which he randomly rearranged.

In 1963, the Times Literary Supplement announced the arrival of Dead Fingers Talk with a cry of Ugh! Later that year, Burroughs received the first issue of My Own Mag and responded with a resounding, Yes! In Jeff Nuttall, Burroughs found a fellow traveler who delighted in tweaking the noses of the establishment. For the next two years, they created some of the most interesting work of the mimeo revolution. Burroughs taught cut-up technique to Genesis P-Orridge in 1971 as a method for "altering reality". Burroughs' explanation was that everything is recorded, and if it is recorded, then it can be edited (P-Orridge, 2003). P-Orridge has long employed cut-ups as an applied philosophy, a way of creating art and music, and of conducting one's life.

Cut-up technique ~ Turning Oil Into Money/ Is Shit Worth The Paper It Was Printed On?
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cut-up_technique
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tristan_Tzara
http://www.nechvatal.net/
"Out of Chaos, Brilliant Stars are Born" ~ Henry Brooks Adams quotes (American writer, 1838-1918)
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Crystalpunk is a new name for all AnarchoHomunculi Jezebels who make something out of nothing while not really doing anything in particular. Crystalpunk is the big push of the mercurial dilettanti, a rallying cry for people to make all sort of weird things, things that are radical but hurt no one. Things that are big physically (even though that is most often the easy way out) or things that are big mentally. Things that are ideogrammatic and are above language. Things that are mnemogenic (Nabokov) and slip past the filters of consciousness and stick in the memory like a boot in the mud (things that are made from memory, things that sink in and confabulate into perfect shape). Things that create artefacts through us. Things that are BacterioPoetic and are made from scratch. Things that "build a dream over the world" (Ezra pound). Things that are here to stay for ever. Things can grow into themselves and we have stories to prove it. On their honeymoon William Butler Yeats, that great Crystalpunk, as admirable, and as preposterous, as an Easter Island head, discovered the talent of his wife, Georgiana Hyde-Lees, for automatic writing. From then on the newly-weds devoted one hour every day to record the "disjointed sentences in an almost illegible script", channelled through her by Nomen Nescio Writers from the elemental essence. Only much later these half-intelligent entities were to confess true colour: "We have come to give you new metaphors for poetry", they wrote by pushing their borrowed pen.
http://www.socialfiction.org/?archive=current/archive_10Dec2007.html

The Third Mind ~ The Train of the Future Looking Back at the Past

Determined Indeterminacy A Review of THE THIRD MIND at Le Palais de Tokyo Curated by Ugo Rondinone
When Ginsburg and Orlovsky arrived in Tangiers in 1961, Burroughs was working on an even more advanced use of the cut-up; he and Ian Sommerville were cutting and splicing audiotapes and Burroughs was making collages from newspapers and photographs while proclaiming that poetry and words were dead. Burroughs however soon began work on a cut-up novel, the Soft Machine, drawing material from his The Word Hoard, a collection of Burroughs’s manuscripts written in Tangier, Paris, and London that created the super mother-load manuscript serving as the basis for much of Burroughs’s cut-up writings. This manuscript was soon being “assembled” and edited by Ian Sommerville and Michael Portman; Burroughs’s companions. Sommerville was regularly speaking of building electrical cut-up machines. Burroughs would soon begin collaborating on a book project with Brion Gysin using the cut-up method; cutting up and reassembling various fragments of sentences and images to give them a new and unexpected meaning. The Third Mind is the title of the book they devised together following this method - and they were so overwhelmed by the results that they felt it had been composed by a third person; a third author (mind) made of a synthesis of their two personalities.
http://scan.net.au/scan/magazine/display.php?journal_id=57

William S. Burroughs (1914-1997) The Cut-Up Films
http://www.ubu.com/film/burroughs.html
- William Buys a Parrot (1963)
- Bill and Tony (1972)
- Towers Open Fire (1963)
- Ghost at n°9 (Paris) (1963-72)
- The Cut-Ups (1966)  


Spy vs Counterspy ~ Adrienne Reich, female counterpart to William S. Burroughs
Diving into the Wreck ~ poeme excerpt by Adrienne Reich
We are, I am, you are
by cowardice or courage
the one who find our way
back to this scene
carrying a knife, a camera
a book of myths
in which
our names do not appear.
http://languageisavirus.com/articles/articles.php?subaction=showcomments&id=1099111044&archive=&start_from=&ucat
http://www.languageisavirus.com/author/questions/index.php?search=Adrienne+Rich

Digital Concatenations ~ Merging the XY factor (Z)
{loop:file = get-random-executable-file;
if first-line-of-file = then goto loop;
prepend virus to file;} - Fred Cohen, Computer Viruses: Theory and Experiments

DIGITAL CONTAGIONS: A Media Archaeology of Computer Viruses by Jussi Parikka (Peter Lang Books, 2007, 327 pages); Reviewed by Joseph Nechvatal.
http://transition.turbulence.org/blog/2007/09/28/review-of-digital-contagions/
http://post.thing.net/node/1755

Cut Up Machines ~ What Strange Machines We Are
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This is a cut-up machine working along similar principles to those used by Burroughs in his own work. Basically it works along principles related to photo-montage, create an new image of words out of whatever was put in ~ Type or copy & paste some text into the areas below and click on "Cut It Up"!
http://www.languageisavirus.com/cutupmachine.html

Language is a Virus ~ Publish Yourself !

Publish today with Language is a Virus wordclay...
http://www.wordclay.com/partners/languageisavirus/default.aspx
*How to Write a Cut Up Poem...
1) Choose a newspaper, magazine, several favorite poems or your own journal. This exercise works best if you mix and match the above items.
2) Stack two to four pages of the items from Step 1 together.
3) Cut the stack into four equal parts.
4) Cut each of the parts from Step 3 into another four parts.
5) Spread the pieces of paper out on the table and randomly move them around, making two rows of paper.
6) Tape the pieces of paper together.
7) Write out each line of your new poetry creation.

The Cut-up Method and the Occultist’s State of Trance ~ David Bowie and the Occult

From at least the early 1970s, David Bowie has used cut-ups to create some of his lyrics. The Cut-Up method: "Inspirations have I none"... The cut-up technique was originally devised by the Surrealists who called it automatic writing orcadavre exquis, and later reassembled by Brion Gysin and most famously used in literature by William S. Burroughs: you take a text, cut it into pieces, reassemble these pieces haphazardly, and thus create something new. Because Bowie used the cut-up technique to 'write' many of his lyrics there is not much sense in trying to analyse them as a whole or each lyric individually word by word: instead one has to focus on the recurring images and codes that appear in the entire "David Bowie" 'opus', which connote his kind of gnosticism. Bowie defined his use of the cut-up method as his way of discovering his own past and future. He himself became a cut-up himself too - at least for those who followed his career closely throug the years - these followers were (and still are) confronted by reflections of themselves in the splintered facettes that make up Bowie's often odd-sounding lyrics; in Bowie's ever-changing styles of fashion images; in Bowie's constant name-dropping of keywords of books whenever a micro or a pencil of a journalist was and is at hand. It's probably also worth pointing out that he talks in fractals. The cut-up method makes it largely irrelevant whether or not Bowie is conscious of himself as a Gnostic; that is, whether he knowingly expresses himself in Gnostic terms - or whether he is hiding it ("in an all time low").
http://user.cyberlink.ch/~koenig/bowie.htm

Behavioural cut-ups ~ CrimethInc. ...
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Recipes For Disaster by the anarchist collective CrimethInc. features a recipe entitled "behavioural cut-ups". This recipe is a method of changing one's life by performing activities which are perceived as (at a basic level) cutting up two socially acceptable, routine behaviours and attaching them to form a creative, amusing activity. It is intended that the practitioner perform one or a series of cut-ups for a long amount of time, until it becomes second nature and the practitioner's behaviour is significantly altered. In the basic behavioural cut-up, the practitioner consults a list of things he or she does every day, and a list of things that that he or she finds frightening, and apply the cut-up technique to both lists. For example, the text suggests: "Public Transportation and Public Speaking." The user is supposed to become used to making speeches on the subway or bus. Another suggestion is using a toaster as a prop while performing odd behavior, such as giving the toaster a face and personality, talking to it, and keeping it on one's person at all times. CrimethInc., also known as CWC ("CrimethInc. Ex-Workers Collective" or "CrimethInc Ex-Workers Ex-Collective"), is a decentralized anarchist collective composed of autonomous cells. CrimethInc. emerged in the mid-1990s – initially as the hardcore zine Inside Front – and began operating as a collective in 1996. It has since published widely-read articles for the anarchist movement. CrimethInc. has had a long association with the North American anarcho-punk scene due to its relationship with notable artists in the genre and its publishing of Inside Front. It has since expanded into nearly all areas of the contemporary anti-capitalist movement.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CrimethInc.
CWC Interview in Swedish Anarchist Paper
http://www.crimethinc.com/blog/2008/09/11/cwc-interview-in-swedish-syndicalist-paper/
Recipes for Disaster: An Anarchist Cookbook
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recipes_for_Disaster
Wordplay On The Cut-up
http://www.aisleone.net/2008/intervista/intervista-experimenta/

Fusion = Evolution...
Leonardo is a journal published by the MIT Press, dedicated to "documenting work at the intersection of the arts, sciences, and technology". It was founded by artist and scientist Frank Malina in Paris, France in 1966 and began international publication of its print journal in 1968. Leonardo has published writings by artists who work with science- and technology-based art media for 40 years.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonardo_Journal
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MIT_Press

Goals: Focus on your goals. And don’t get caught focusing...


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Tags: behavioural cut-ups, brion gysin, crimethinc, cut-up machines, cut-up technique, language is a virus, the third mind, tristan tzara's dada, william s burroughs
Current Location: the alley
Current Mood: chaos
Current Music: crystalpunk

Leary at Millbrook part I

Leary at Millbrook part II

Tags: leary's gate, millbrook revisited, tim leary's camelot
Current Location: millrook
Current Mood: aware
Current Music: shut the fuck up

This reading is timely with the marshall law on American soil by the Bush regime. Big brother has landed, Interzone is in play...
Right-click link to play simple version;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7_MYrVzU-Y
or watch the whole damn thing!

From the Train From Istanbul ~ William Burroughs gives Thanks!

Thanks for the wild turkey and
the passenger pigeons, destined
to be shit out through wholesome
American guts.

Thanks for a continent to despoil
and poison.

Thanks for Indians to provide a
modicum of challenge and
danger.

Thanks for vast herds of bison to
kill and skin leaving the
carcasses to rot.

Thanks for bounties on wolves
and coyotes.

Thanks for the American dream,
To vulgarize and to falsify until
the bare lies shine through.

Thanks for the KKK.

For nigger-killin' lawmen,
feelin' their notches.

For decent church-goin' women,
with their mean, pinched, bitter,
evil faces.

Thanks for "Kill a Queer for
Christ" stickers.

Thanks for laboratory AIDS.

Thanks for Prohibition and the
war against drugs.

Thanks for a country where
nobody's allowed to mind the
own business.

Thanks for a nation of finks.

Yes, thanks for all the
memories-- all right let's see
your arms!

You always were a headache and
you always were a bore.

Thanks for the last and greatest
betrayal of the last and greatest
of human dreams.

Thanksgiving Bird ~ Johnny Cash

In Honour of Naked Lunch and the Criminal Bush Administration ~ The Clash
Watch this poignant footage of what strife Capitalist Imperialism has created across the globe;

It is now hoped that both Bush and all who love him Rot in Hell.
Amen
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Tags: american thanksgiving, bird in bush, bird in hand, burroughsean turkey, bush rot in hell, johnny cash bird, passenger pigeons, the bird, two in bush, william burroughs gives thanks
Current Location: pilgrim rock
Current Mood: full fed
Current Music: battle hymn of the republic

William Burroughs' Advice for Today's Youth

WORDS OF ADVICE FOR YOUNG PEOPLE
People often ask me if I have any words of advice for young people. Well, here are a few simple admonitions for young and old. Never interfere in a boy and girl fight. Beware of whores who say they don't want money. The hell they don't. What they mean is they want more money. Much more. If you're doing business with a religious son of a bitch, get it in writing. His word isn't worth shit, not with the good Lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal. Avoid fuckups. You all know the type. Anything they have anything to do with, no matter how good it sounds, turns into a disaster. Do not offer sympathy to the mentally ill. Tell them firmly, "I am not paid to listen to this drivel. You are a terminal fool." Now some of you may encounter the devil's bargain if you get that far. Any old soul is worth saving at least to a priest, but not every soul is worth buying. So you can take the offer as a compliment. They charge the easy ones first, you know, like money, all the money there is. But who wants to be the richest guy in some cemetery? Not much to spend it on, eh, Gramps? Getting too old to cut the mustard. Have you forgotten something, Gramps? In order to feel something, you have to be there. You have to be 18. You're not 18, you are 78. Old fool sold his soul for a strap-on. How about an honorable bargain? "You always wanted to become a doctor. Now's your chance. Why, you could have become a great healer and benefit humanity. What's wrong with that?" Just about everything. There are no honorable bargains involving exchange of qualitative merchandise like souls. Just quantitative merchandise like time and money. So piss off, Satan, and don't take me for dumber than I look. As an old junk pusher told me, "Watch whose money you pick up." ~ William S. Burroughs

Tags: william burroughs, words of advice for young people
Current Location: here
Current Mood: beat
Current Music: Words of Advice For Young People

After August 2 (Sorry I'm a Little Late on This)

The Story of Hassan-i Sabbah ~ And All It Inspires In Us
"Listen all you boards, governments, syndicates, nations of the world,
And you, powers behind what filth deals consummated in what lavatory,
To take what is not yours,
To sell out your sons forever ! To sell out the ground from unborn feet for ever ?
Listen to my last words any world ! "

"Fascinating material on the Ismaili sect and on Hassan i Sabbah... the only spiritual leader who has anything significant to say in the Space Age."
- William S. Burroughs, in a review of Peter Lamborn-Wilson's Scandal: Essays in Islamic Heresy.

Hassan-i Sabbah (Persian: c. 1034 - 1124) was an Iranian (Persian) Ismaili Nizari missionary who converted a community in the late 11th century in the heart of the Alborz Mountains of northern Iran. The place was called Alamut and was attributed to an ancient king of Daylam. He founded a group whose members are sometimes (originally derogatorily) referred to as the Hashshashin.
The Story of Hassan-i Sabbah
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hassan-i_Sabbah

Hashshashin
The Hashshashin (also Hashishin, Hashashiyyin, Hashasheen or Assassins) were an offshoot of the Ismaili sect of Shia Muslims. After a quarrel about the succession of leadership in the ruling Fatimide dynasty in Cairo around the year 1090, the losing Niziriyya faction were driven from Egypt. They established a number of fortified settlements in present day Iran, Iraq, Syria and Lebanon under rule of the charismatic Iranian leader Hasan-i Sabbah. Persecuted as infidels by the dominant Sunni sect in the Muslim world, they sent dedicated people to eliminate prominent Sunni leaders, whom they considered "impious usurpers." The sect was decimated by the invading Mongols, their last stronghold being flattened by Hülegü Khan in the year 1272. Some scholars believe the term Hashshashin, a name given to them by their enemies, was derived from the Arabic "hashish user"), which they are alleged to have ingested prior to their attacks, but this etymology is disputed. The word Hashish (of probable Persian origin) refers to resin collected from cannabis flowers. The true meaning of the word in Persian is actually "healers" or "herb sellers". There are also, possibly apocryphal, stories that they used their well-known deadliness for political goals without necessarily killing. For example, a victim, usually high-placed, might one morning find a Hashshashin dagger lying on their pillow upon awakening. This was a plain hint to the targeted individual that he was not safe anywhere, that maybe even his inner group of servants had been infiltrated by the assassins, and that whatever course of action had brought him into conflict with them would have to be stopped if he wanted to live. his community and its branches spread throughout Iran and Syria and came to be called Hashshashin or Assassins, an Islamic mystery cult. Etymology of the word "assassin" ~ the most acceptable etymology of the word assassin is the simple one, it comes from Hassan (Hasan ibn al-Sabbah) and his followers, and so had it been for centuries. The noise around the hashish version was invented in 1809, in Paris, by the French orientalist Sylvestre de Sacy, whom on July the 7th of that year, presented a lecture at the Academy of Inscriptions and Fine Letters (Académie des inscriptions et belles lettres) –part of the Institute of France- in which he retook the Marco Polo chronicle concerning drugs and this sect of murderers, and associated it with the word. Curiously his theory had great success and apparently still has.
Hashshashin
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hashshashin

and now the reading of Hassan-i Sabbah of William Seward Burroughs
William Burroughs REads Hassan-i Sabbah before he dies...
http://www.youtube.com/v/ZvclogHOZhY

Hassan-i Sabbah Part II
http://www.youtube.com/v/HQy3FPs6Zys
1. Oiga amigos ! Oiga amigos ! Paco ! Enrique !
2. Listen to the last words of Hassan Sabbah,
3. The Old man of the Mountain !
4. Listen to my last words, anywhere !
5. Listen all you boards, governments, syndicates, nations of the world,
6. And you, powers behind what filth deals consummated in what lavatory,
7. To take what is not yours ,
8. To sell out your sons forever ! To sell out the ground from unborn feet for ever ?
9. Listen to my last words any world ! Listen if you value the bodies for which you would sell all souls forever!
10. What am I doing over here with the workers, the gooks, the apes, the dogs, the errand boys, the human animals ?
11 . Why don't I come over with the board, and drink coca-cola and make it ?
12. "For God's sake, do not let that Coca-Cola thing out !"
13. Thing is right, Mr Whoever is responsible for that who done it !
14. Explain how the blood, and bones, and brains of a hundred million more or less gooks went down the drain in green piss !
15. So you on the boards could use bodies, and minds, and souls that were not yours, are not yours, and never will be yours.
16. You want Hassan Sabbah to explain that ? To tidy that up !
You have the wrong name and the wrong number !
17. "Don't let them see us, don't tell them what we are doing ! "
18. Are these the words of the all powerful nations and syndicates of the earth ?
19. "- Don't let them see us, don't tell them what we are doing!
20. Not the cancer deal, not the green deal !
21. Do not let that out !
22. Desaster, desaster, unimaginable disaster !
23. Don't show them out, these things take time and that's my business."
24. As usual, Mr Loose ! Short time to go. Minutes to go!
Blue heavy metal people.
25. "- Don't let that out! Don't show them the blues !"
26. Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the earth ?
Show them the blues.
27. Crab men ! Pick worms ! Intestinal parasites !
28. Squeezing the air you did not shit it out and eat it again, forever !
29. "Don't let them see us ! Don't tell them what we are doing !"
30. Are these the words of the all powerful boards, syndicates, cartels of the earth ?
31. The great banking families of the world
32. French, English, American ?
33. Like Burroughs, that proud American name ?
34. Proud of what exactly ? Would you all like to see exactly what Burroughs has to be proud of ?
35. Short time racket, heavy metal gimmick ?
36. All right, Mister Burroughs, who bears my name and my words bear it all the way
37. For all to see, in Times Square, in Picadilly,
38. Play it all, play it all, play it all back !
39. Pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back ! ...
40. Shall I show them the blues ?
41. Now! Now! Now !
42. "Premature ! Premature! Premature!"
43. Time for what ? Premature for whom ?
44. I say to all : these words are not premature . These words might be too late.
45. Minutes to go. Minutes to go. Minutes to goo ; Minutes to green goo.
46. "Top secret! For the Board - the Initiates.."
47. Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the earth ?
48. These are the words of liars, and cowards, and collaborators and traitors,
Liars who always want more time and more
49. You stole to the sky what was not yours
Poisonning the bodies and the souls forever ! Look ! Look ! Look !
50. "Don't let them see us ! Don't tell them what we are doing !"
51. Are these the words of the great nations, the all powerful boards and syndicates of the earth ?
52. These are the names of liars, and cowards, and collaboraters and traitors
53. Collaborators with insect people,
54. With any people anywhere who offers you a body forever, to shit forever.
55. For this you have sold your sons forever,
56. The ground under unborn feet forever !
57. Traiters to all souls everywhere !
58. You on the boards, who want others to pay for you,
59. With your deals to take what is not yours !
60. You on the board, who now say :
61. "Protect us from our our gooks
62. Protect us from our human animals."
63. Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the earth ?
64. And you want the name of Hassan Sabbah on your filth deals
65. To sell out the unborn ?
66. "Protect us from our gooks, our dogs, our human animals !"
67. Are these the words of the all powerful boards, your powerful syndicates
68. Your powerful governments and nations of the earth ?
69. Liars ! Liars! Liars! Cowards! Cowards ! Cowards!
70. Who cannot even face your own dogs !
71. Traitors to all souls everywhere ! Sold out to shit forever :
72. You, miserable collaborators,
73. Now ask protection of Hassan Sabbah ?
74. "Protect us from our gooks, our human animals ?"
75. No, no, no, I will not protect you,
76. And you will never use the name of Hassan Sabbah - William Burroughs to cover your green shit deals with crab-men.
77. My words are for all,
78 I repeat for all !
79. No one is excluded !
80. Free to all who pay , free to all who pay and pain for all to see , for all to see!
81. In Picadilly, in Time Square, Place de la concorde,
82. In all the streets and plazas of the world !
83. Pay, pay, pay !
84. Play it all, play it all , play it all back !
85. Pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back !
86. See my writing the silent accross all your skies,
87. The silent writing of Brion Gysin - Hassan Sabbah.
88. The silent writing of space, the writing of Hassan Sabbah
89. All out of time ! All into space ! Forever !
90. PRISONNERS OF THE EARTH, COME OUT!

source: http://www.interpc.fr/mapage/westernlands/Derniersmots.html
Brion Gysin 1916 - 1986
http://www.brainwashed.com/h3o/dreamachine/start.html

HASHISHEEN (BILL LASWELL) - The End Of Law/ Sub Rosa CD // £12.99

Fascinating blend of spoken word and Camp Laswell musicians assembled together around esoteric readings about Tenth-Century Shi'ite mystic Hassan I Sabbah.
Some of the artists involved:
Bill Laswell
Iggy Pop
Hakim Bey
William Burroughs
Patti Smith
Genesis P. Orridge
Jah Wobble
Anton Fier
Susan Deyhim
Nicky Skopelitis
Nicole Blackman
Percy Howard
Helios Creed
and more...

Don't listen to this expecting to get a clearer understanding of The Old Man of the Mountain, I think that's the point. Rather it's more of a meditation on the illusory nature of the reality around him and his disciples - then and now and some varying historical accounts of Sabbah and Mount Alamut. The music is lovely and exotic, the readings are always engaging, and the choice of text and performers reading it are appropriate and inspired. The spirits of Gysin and Burroughs are definitely in attendance here. ‘Hashisheen – The End of Law’ is Bill Laswell’s epic 2-year project to lay down a soundtrack to the ancient and mystic story of Hasan Bin Sabbah, Alamut the "Garden of Earthly Delights" and the rites of the Hashisheens (also called the "Assassins"). Gathering together collaborations from the likes of William S. Burroughs, Techno Animal, Jah Wobble, Paul Schutze, Genesis P. Orridge, Iggy Pop, Helios Creed and many more he pieces together some kind of proto-trip hop doom ambient nightmare. With spoken word layered mysteriously over clattering beats and death-knell samples it is hard not to imagine something grim and apocalyptic, and not having read the texts which the record is based on it’s difficult for me to put it in context. I do however have a penchant for the dark and the death-inspiring and this is one of the moodiest concept albums set to disc. An essential part of Laswell’s outstanding catalogue and a record which some regard as his best !
http://www.boomkat.com/item.cfm?id=28427

Hasan Bin Sabbah And The Secret Order Of Hashishins
by Wes Moore (alephegeis@disinfo.net) - March 22, 2001
The story of Hasan bin Sabbah is a tale of sex, drugs, myth, and murder. A secluded mountain fortress, a paradisial garden, poison dipped daggers, and covert political maneuverings are the ingredients of this alchemical mixture, which is undoubtedly one of the most intriguing true stories ever told. Hasan bin Sabbah - businessman, scholar, heresiarch, mystic, murderer, ascetic, and political revolutionary - was born in Persia (Iran) around 1034. As a child, the man who would one day claim to be the incarnation of God on earth (probably just another way of saying he was Enlightened) was a diligent student of theology. "Hasan bin Sabbah should serve as the ideal archetype for future revolutionaries. As money becomes the sole (and not to mention spectral) representation of power, governments gradually decline in effectiveness, and the Invisible Hand becomes the only force pushing us along. Secret societies like the Hashishins, self-protected and pursuing its own agendas, would thrive in our environment. And let's face it, those guys were having a lot more fun than we are. It will be interesting to see if anyone out there has the chutzpah to create their own Garden of Earthly Delights." ~ Wes Moore
More about hasan bin sabbah and the assassins with links
http://www.disinfo.com/archive/pages/dossier/id985/pg3/index.html
hasan bin sabbah and the secret order of hashishins
http://www.disinfo.com/archive/pages/dossier/id985/pg1/index.html

The CIA Training Manual: A Study of Assassination

Frightening and hysterical at the same time, the CIA's assassin training manual incorporates some of the techniques and practices of the Assassin order.
August 1997 The Iranian ~ From "A Study of Assassination," a training manual written by the CIA and distributed to agents and operatives of the agency's 1954 covert coup in Guatemala, which ousted the country's democratically-elected president. The manual, which was among some 1,400 pages of files on the operation that the agency released in May, was obtained by the National Security Archive, a public-interest group in Washington, D.C. The CIA claims it has destroyed nearly all files concerning the 1953 coup against the Mossadeq government.
The CIA Training Manual: A Study of Assassination
http://www.iranian.com/History/Aug97/Sabbah/index.html
How To Assassinate A Plot...
http://www.goodingproductions.com/assassins.php

Secrets of the Assassins by Peter Lamborn Wilson ~ aka Hakim Bey
Hakim Bey, writing under his real name, provides an excellent history of Hasan and the Assassins, and offers his usual ingenious insights. New Dawn is one of the best magazines on the market.
Secrets of the Assassins by Peter Lamborn Wilson
http://www.newdawnmagazine.com/Articles/Secrets%20of%20the%20Assassins.html

Hawkwind ~ Introduction to Hassan-i Sabbah
http://www.youtube.com/v/G-0VVfw7_GQ


The Coleridge Connection ~ In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
Posted in an email discussion at the Killdevilhill Literary Caf, Wilson Brissett explores the possibility that Samuel Taylor Coleridge's romantic masterpiece "Kubla Khan" was in fact inspired by Hasan's secret garden. Was Coleridge's classic romantic poem "Kubla Khan" inspired by his studies of Hassan and the Hashishins? Check out the poem and judge for yourself.
http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/coleridge1.html

Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A Vision in a Dream. A Fragment circa.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanged
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

"Hassan-I-Sabbah . . . the only spiritual leader with anything to say in the Space Age." ~ William S. Burroughs

"Nothing is True, Everything is Permissible." ~ Hasan bin Sabbah

The Wiccan Rede (pronounced "reed") is a saying that was formulated to sum up the ethics of the Neo-Pagan religion Wicca. The most common form of the Rede is An it harm none, do what ye will. "Rede" is a word from Middle English meaning "advice" or "counsel", cognate to the German Rat or Swedish råd. "An" is an archaic contraction of the word "and," meaning "if," as in the Shakespearean "an it please thee."
Other variants include:
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill, An it harm none do what ye will. Note: This is the first published form of the couplet, quoted from Doreen Valiente in 1964. Later published versions include "ye" instead of either "the" or "it": "Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill — an ye harm none, do what ye will" (Earth Religion News, 1974); "Eight words ye Wiccan Rede fulfill - An’ it harm none, Do what ye will" (Green Egg, 1975)
An it harm none, do what thou wilt
An it harm none, do as thou wilt
That it harm none, do as thou wilt
Do what you will, so long as it harms none
The Rede in its best known form as the "eight words" couplet was first publicly recorded in a speech by Doreen Valiente in 1964.[1] A similar phrase, Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law, appears in Aleister Crowley's works by 1904, in The Book of the Law (though as used by Crowley it is half of a statement and response, the response being "Love is the Law, love under Will"). According to A.C. Aldag, "Crowley very likely stole this line from François Rabelais", who in 1534 wrote, "DO AS THOU WILT because men that are free, of gentle birth, well bred and at home in civilized company possess a natural instinct that inclines them to virtue and saves them from vice. This instinct they name their honor". Another possible source is St. Augustine. Rede’ is a Middle English word meaning ‘advice’ or ‘counsel’, and the Wiccan Rede is usually interpreted in ethical terms. Because it insists that ‘no harm is done’, the rede all but requires an outcome-focused interpretation.
Wiccan Rede
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wiccan_Rede
Wiccan Rede
http://onlyagame.typepad.com/only_a_game/2007/05/the_wiccan_rede.html

Disinformation Dossier on William S. Burroughs
'When I become death, death is the seed from which I grow.'
http://www.disinfo.com/archive/pages/dossier/id16/pg1/index.html

Disinformation Dossier on The Illuminati
http://www.disinfo.com/archive/pages/dossier/id17/pg1/index.html

WILLIAM S BURROUGHS - Break Through In Grey Room/ Sub Rosa MP3 Release // £5.99

One of the most in-demand titles in the Sub Rosa catalogue, a collection of extraordinary cut-up voices recorded during the mid-60s in hotel rooms in Paris, New York, London, and beyond... the disc starts with a 13-minute-plus piece recorded around 1965 with Ian Sommerville somewhere in New York and London, and continues through various monologues, radio waves, joujouka music recorded with Ornette Coleman in the Morroccan hills circa 1973, and tapes cut up and cut again to the limit of sense, allowing new structures of communication to emerge. Classic.
http://www.boomkat.com/item.cfm?id=37182

T.A.Z. ~ Hakim Bey Listen to My Last Words Any Worlds..

In 1991, Autonomedia released a small book called T.A.Z. The Temporary Autonomous Zone, Ontological Anarchy, Poetic Terrorism. This collection of anarchist essays soon swept through the more adventurous and enigmatic subcultures, creating a wave of comment and discourse. Its images of free areas, where people could act as they actually wished, and not as they're told, and reassurances that Chaos never died, but you received a forged invitation to the funeral stirred souls and planted seeds in many minds. The author, Hakim Bey, stayed away from his work after its release.
Tracklist:
Chaos by Hakim Bey (info) (download)
Poetic Terrorism by Hakim Bey (info) (download)
Amour Fou by Hakim Bey (info) (download)
Immediatism by Hakim Bey (info) (download)
The Tong by Hakim Bey (info) (download)
Boycott Cop Culture by Hakim Bey (info) (download)
Recorded and mixed at Greenpoint Studio, Brooklyn, New York
Engineered and mixed by Robert Musso
Additional engineering by Oz Fritz
Assistant: Imad Mansour
Produced and arranged by Bill Laswell
Mastered at Masterdisc by Howie Weinberg

Hakim Bey: readings
Bill Laswell: basses, treatments, samples, sound collage
Wu Man: pipa
Nicky Skopelitis & Buckethead: guitar
http://www.spaz.org/node/326

Heavy REading ~ The Akaschic Record of the Astral Convention - AAAZ - 1987 August 23rd, 2007 by Klintron

Hakim Bey is the author of Temporary Autonomous Zone. It’s a cultural milestone for a wide variety of subversives from anarchists, occultists, vandal artists, and freaky festival people. The main idea of TAZ was to create exactly what it sounds like TAZ is about: creating places that serve as alternative realities to the prevailing system of control. Specific times and spaces designated to let chaos free, and allow psychological and social mechanisms to self regulate and mutate beyond the confines of so-called consensus reality.

The Akaschic Record of the Astral Convention - AAAZ - 1987 August 23rd, 2007 by Klintron
http://greylodge.org/gpc/?cat=7
Download This is the record of the AAAZ, the Antarctic Astral Autonomous Zone, that occurred on the night of August 31st - September 1st, 1987
http://www.technoccult.com/AAAZ.pdf

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Afro Trepanations ~ Messing With the Skull
http://www.youtube.com/v/2VDmjtK4hNc

One is able to remove the top half of the skull (the moon) without affecting basic human functioning that is our primal self (the sun), since the top half of the brain is evolutionary (the earth) held in the 2nd square of the fifth circle of the sixth square. Ask Vitruvius...

The Yage Letters ~ A Trip To The Rainforest 1953
Chronicles Burroughs' visit to the Amazon rainforest in search of yagé (ayahuasca), a plant with near-mythical hallucinogenic and some say telepathic qualities.

The Yage Letters
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Yage_Letters

The Yage Letters / An Excerpt
January 15, 1953
Hotel Colon, Panama
Dear Allen,

I stopped off here to have my piles out. Wouldn't do to go back among the Indians with piles I figured...I checked into the hospital junk sick and spent four days there. They would only give me three shots of morphine and I couldn't sleep from pain and heat and deprivation besides which there was a Panamanian hernia case in the same room with me and his friends came and stayed all day and half the night - one of them did in fact stay until midnight.

Recall walking by some American women in the corridor who looked like officers' wives. One of them was saying, "I don't know why, but I just can't eat sweets."

"You've got diabetes, lady," I said. They all whirled around and gave me an outraged stare.

After checking out of the hospital I stopped off at the U.S. Embassy. In front of the Embassy is a vacant lot with weeds and trees where boys undress to swim in the polluted waters of the bay home of a small venomous sea snake. Smell of excrement and sea water and young male lust. No letters. I stopped again to buy two ounces of paregoric. Same old Panama, whores and pimps and hustlers.

"Want nice girl?"
"Naked lady dance?"
"See me fuck my sister?"

No wonder food prices are high. They can't keep them down on the farm. They all want to come in the big city and be pimps.

I had a magazine article with me describing a joint outside Panama City called The Blue Goose. "This is anything goes joint. Dope peddlers lurk in the men's room with a hypo loaded and ready to go. Sometimes they dart out of a toilet and stick it in your arm without waiting for consent. Homosexuals run riot."

The Blue Goose looks like a Prohibition era roadhouse. A long one story building run down and covered with vines, I could hear frogs croaking in the woods and swamps around it. I remembered a prohibition era roadhouse of my adolescence, and the taste of gin rickey's in the mid west summer. (Oh my God! And the August moon in a violet sky and Billy Bradshinkel's cock. How sloppy can you get?)

Immediately, two old whores sat down at my table without being asked and ordered drinks. The bill for one round was $6.90. The only thing lurking in the men's room was an insolent demanding lavatory attendant. I may add that far from running riot in Panama I never scored for one boy there. I wonder what a Panamanian boy would be like. Probably cut. When they say anything goes, they are referring to the joint, not the customers.

(The Yage Letters, William Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg, c. 1963.)
Copyright 2002-2008 by Burroughs-Ginsberg/Waiting-forthe-Sun.net

Sometimes An Asshole Is Just An Asshole Laura Hird
Take, for example, this for a description of a priest from a 'letter' from Burroughs dated January 30th:

“There was no mistaking the neurotic hostility in his eyes, the fear and hate of life. He sat there in his black uniform nakedly revealed as the advocate of death. A business man without the motivation of avarice, cancerous activity sterile and blighting. Fanaticism without fire or energy exuding a musty odor of spiritual decay. He looked sick and dirty - though I guess he was clean enough actually - with a suggestion of yellow teeth, unwashed underwear and psychosomatic liver trouble. I wonder what his sex life would be.”

SOMETIMES AN ASSHOLE IS JUST AN ASSHOLE by Laura Hird
http://www.laurahird.com/newreview/yagelettersredux.html

Yage Redux ~ South American Rainforest Revisited

It is an acknowledged paradox at the heart of William S. Burroughs’ work that his greatest books called into question how much they were even his. Whereas Samuel Beckett tried to eviscerate the novel from within — to “naughten” it, to borrow a term from Heidegger — Burroughs seemed to do the same to authorship as such. Friends and chance helped to assemble his masterpiece, Naked Lunch, from fragments he claimed not to remember writing. In the 1960s he advocated mechanical procedures, the cut up and the fold in, for composing literary works. Throughout his career he liked to collaborate with other artists. (You imagine teachers writing “plays well with others” on the report cards of young Bill.) And of course many of his works wouldn’t have seen the light of day without the early boosterism of Allen Ginsberg and the later support of James Grauerholz. It’s as though Burroughs himself were rather like the drug yagé: a source of brilliant visions unable to be realized without an added ingredient to potentiate them. Burroughs might have achieved little without the literary catalysts in his life: Ginsberg, Gysin, and Grauerholz. The three Gs. ~ Reality Studio

The Yage Letters Redux, a rigorously edited, researched, and analyzed version of the book that earlier editions called an “epistolary novel” emerging from Burroughs’ 1953 trip to South America in search of the purportedly telepathic drug yagé. “It turns out,” writes Harris, that “in June 1953 Burroughs was making the most accurate classification to date — ‘Indeed, the first real botanical achievement in the scientific appraisal of ayahuasca since Spruce’s seminal work in the 1850s’ — since he was the first to identify the genus of the plant now more correctly classified as Psychotria viridis.”

Reality Studio ~ Yage Letters Redux
http://realitystudio.org/criticism/yage-letters-redux/

The Killing Fields Dith Pran
Dith Pran, the photojournalist who documented murderous Khmer Rouge-era Cambodia for the New York Times in the '70s, died today at age 65. March 30, 2008

A Cambodian boy stands in front of a platform covered with human skulls at a Killing Field discovered in Trapeang Sva Village, Kandal province, 15 miles south of Phnom Penh on July 10, 1995. The mass grave contained the remains of about 2,000 victims of the Khmer Rouge, who slaughtered Cambodians during their brutal reign from 1975-1978.
DITH PRAN, "KILLING FIELDS" PHOTOGRAPHER, DIES AT 65
http://blog.photoshelter.com/2008/03/dith-pran-killing-fields-photo.html
Photojournalist Dith Pran Dies
http://journals.aol.com/photographyd/AOLPHOTOTALK/entries/2008/03/30/photojournalist-dith-pran-dies/2399

What Happened to the Rainforest ~ Burroughs Adding Machines

Only India and China churned out millionaires at a faster pace in 2007 than Brazil, according to the latest world wealth report by Merrill Lynch and Capgemini. The number of Brazilians worth more than $1 million jumped 19.1 percent last year to more than 143,000, up from a 10 percent increase in 2006. America is coming to Brazilia. Nowhere is the jump in disposable income more apparent than in Sao Paulo, the country's financial capital and largest, most cosmopolitan city. On a recent Saturday, the stores on Rua Oscar Freire -- Sao Paulo's version of Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills -- were so crowded that shoppers nearly tripped over each other as they vied for the latest in designer clothing. According to a recent study by local consulting firm MCF, the luxury goods market in Brazil grew 17 percent last year, ringing up $5 billion in sales. The economy as a whole, by contrast, expanded 5.4 percent. The increase in high net-worth individuals has also been a boon for private jet and helicopter manufacturers. Embraer is selling so many of its new Phenom small business jets in Brazil that it expects the plane to soon account for the majority of the country's private jet fleet.
Brazil boom breeds new generation of millionaires
http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/reuters/080723/world/international_brazil_economy_rich_dc_1

Brazil ~ Coming Soon to a Continent Near You...
From Myopia to Dystopia
http://www.youtube.com/v/kzRHTKa8iDE


Room 101 ~ George Orwell 1984
The Worst Thing In The World Room 101 ~ Part 1 /Big Brother & The Ministry of Truth
http://www.youtube.com/v/HcMDDYOxxe0

George Orwell 1984 Room 101 ~ Part 2 /The BBC (Big Brother Corporation) & MI5
http://www.youtube.com/v/NvYQmu1gT7Y
George Orwell 1984 Room 101 ~ Part 3 /Winston Orwell, Russian Revolution & Fearful Powers of Totalitarian State
http://www.youtube.com/v/9MLzRhqQ-c8
George Orwell 1984 Room 101 ~ Part 4 /Doublethink That Which Has Come to Pass
http://www.youtube.com/v/xXGMEYtpyr0
"Who controls the past controls the future, who controls the present controls the past..." ~ George Orwell 1984

Who Are They? ~ The Dark Raging Armies of Age/ (1984 Staff Barbecue)
The Ministry of Truth vs The Ministry of Peace/ A Film About The Pornography of Power Using The Power of Pornography in the Mind of the Party Which is Eternal and Collective
http://www.youtube.com/v/xns67AVkOeI

The Missing Information (1984 part 2) . . . They Become Artifacts, Bits of Information
http://www.youtube.com/v/ii64ErBotvA
The Scent of Cheap Perfume and Dead Insects (1984 part 3)
http://www.youtube.com/v/Ksk2WgKrbw0
Brother Can You Spare Some Time? Big Brother is Watching You (1984 part 4)
http://www.youtube.com/v/Nu86MbpICvo
Doublethink, Eradicate the Orgasm and Eliminate the Organism Through State Ordained Prostitution & Pornography(1984 part 5)
http://www.youtube.com/v/IVGtYJq0D6I
The Time Has Come to Move to the Calling . . . What Does the Clock Say? (1984 part 6)
http://www.youtube.com/v/NrziWxw42vY
They Forgot to Alter a Piece of History . . . I Dreamt of My Mother During the Wars Before the Party (1984 part 7)
http://www.youtube.com/v/JQxEhartZBk
Oceania is at War With East Asia, Eurasia is Our Ally . . . War is an Instrument for Manufacturing Consent/ The Thought Police are Coming to Our Bed (1984 part 8)
http://www.youtube.com/v/OFPpS_2pSRU
They Won't Shoot Me, Will They Smith? I Could Be Very Useful in a Labour Camp/ The Photos of You and The Girl Will Be Recycled for Proletarian Use (1984 part 9)
http://www.youtube.com/v/3Ze77D3Yw70
The Five Fingers of Fate & The Fifth Estate/ If Big Brother Exists, You Do Not Exist (1984 part 10)
http://www.youtube.com/v/YJxL21Zm7-0
Room 101, Your Feelings Are Lies/ The Thing in Room 101 is the Worst Thing in the World (1984 part 11)
http://www.youtube.com/v/P1JwVGZO6LY
The War Is Over ~ I Told Them About You/ I Told Them About You too . . . (1984 part 12)
http://www.youtube.com/v/Tpp38p431xs

Modern Day Thought Police ~ The Theater of the Skull
http://www.youtube.com/v/pqRrjwwKkrc


INGSOC ~ Like flies to honey, the image of a peaceful society is personified by witholding the truth of one's misery to infer prosperity. How does one man hold power over another? By making him suffer. We are taking over to the last man. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Tolerance is Strength.
"It's not so much staying alive, it's staying human that's important" ~ George Orwell 1984

Stay Human ~ Michael Franti
Silence is deadly . . . Raise our voice to drown out the noise!

Power To The Peaceful!
http://www.spearheadvibrations.com/

Sacred Geometry ~ Squares in the Circle Life
The Size of the Earth to the Sun and the Moon
http://www.youtube.com/v/fjSc6psTheE

Drunvalo Melchizedek explains sacred proportions in human terms


The Buddha's Big Foot ~ 666, Matthew 18 From the Top Half of the Skull
http://www.youtube.com/v/8x2espuqYfY


A Psychedlic Journey Through The Bowels of Iniquity ~ Chamber Brothers "Time" A Documentary of Early Space Travel
http://www.youtube.com/v/6nuiIqMQ4sA


You do the math

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