What I'm doing these days, mostly, is recording electric bass, guitar and percussion, and mixing the tracks with  spoken word media, mostly poems and prose, usually written earlier the same day as the music was recorded.  I hope to increase the audience for spoken word media, and experimental music.   

12 16 2023

12 16 2023

poem reading: Trojan Guitar 12 15 2023

snow red

avacado death metal

rant avi

poem reading: Resurrections

Reading, mixed subject 12 6 2023

2 poems

tire dealer blimp

baleful 2

Reading with music: Copraphagra recorded 12 1 2023

Buzzard an instrumental piece

reading with music 11 29 2023

Beaglepuke chapter 3

Beaglepuke chapter 2

 One can retire from anything, politics, religion and philosophy included.   People come out of retirement, too.    Voluntarily or not, political centrism can be form of retirement.  Or social annihilation.  Being ignored or shunned come into possibility.  This got real while Donald Trump was running and then being President of here, king of us, supreme ruler of whatever there can be control of.  I knew, at the time, a lot of people who had been holding progressive views, and who stridently hated Trump.  I didn't hate the guy.  Didn't vote for the guy, either.   Centrism could, depending, mean remaining calm during political shit storms.

One purpose in centrist politics is to allow an alternative to the obstructionist tactics our liberal and progressive Democrats are so practiced at and proud of.  Another is to keep open the possibility of healthy working relations among Democrat and GOP individuals.  Liberals were adamant that they oppose anything proposed by GOP.  I believe greater good could have been achieved if, in the same shitty time frame, both parties beat holy shot out the banking industry for it's rotten evil business practices,  exorbitant credit card canards, and everyone should expectorate on the floor at the mention of the Federal Reserve.  But it was more important to get Trump out of office.  Why did no one consider making sweetheart with everyone and produce a decent Dem candidate for the next election, too late, oopsies, look what happened.  No one was watching the hen house.  Now we're all screwed.  We must talk more about adopting political centrism.

 

Beaglepuke (chap. 1) Reverb

Poem: The Guru

 yoo hoo I'm a guru, a real one, not a cultured pearl

not a chicken bone

not some mojo bug in lucite

though I wear one

around the neck

to remind lesser mortals

the Loas that fly here from Haiti

the spirits 

the ghosts

you see the real blues person

grab a live cobra

milk out the poison into a juice glass

a small

like you drink OJ out of most mornings

drink it

then riff like motherfucker

whammy

phlegmaticly w av

rat droppings in song

 Something interesting was on the news a few weeks ago. Pittsburgh Steelers coach Mike Tomlin speaking to news reporters, asked a question, responded by speaking about the need of players to get their mojo working. Coach Tomlin talked about mojo power. Days later he went on the media and clarified that he did not believe in mojo power and he was  using it metaphorically not his words mine but he was he was a metaphor to people focusing on the work.

I just want to say that I have mojo power. I believe in mojo power. I get my mojo working and I get things done. Things go wrong when my mojo is not working for me. I have moved you power, and we all need to get our mojo working

 I've have been a ralfing up the past.   The concept of catharsis has, and I am jocular, been through a lot.  You could say that anything that was cooked, eaten and barfed out, never mind from human disgusting interstices, but into a commode, and toilet, a...damn it...must I say it aloud...a shitter, would be worse for wear?   Fatigued?  Like, I'm fucking Jonah, I was just eaten by a huge fish, maybe a whale or a fucking grouper, the fucking fish puked my old ass out, I washed the fuck on Gilligan's Fucking Island, and now may old ass is weary.   Like an old prison ballad.   People used to think it would help if you talk about these awful things in your private life.

It doesn't fucking work.   People can emote all the fuck they want.  They're still not wrapped too tight.

I'm Very Busy Composing A Tract

 

I know these bugs.   They traipse from the rooms on either side of my immaculate, more or less sanitary  penthouse, under the walls and base boards, the gaps in both of which provide penthouses for the blood sucking, workmanly  insects.    I am.  One with all.  No friends or enemies.  The Lone Ranger Of Zen Buddhism.    Likes and dislikes have become so meticulously soft soaped it is no longer possible to pronounce words toxic to hopeless stupid people whose tolerance for diversity has, for ever, resulted in staunch authoritarianism and institutional intolerance.   Like the Church.  There is an escalation.  A grouping of them. At large.

I believe God sent me here to compose the Assholiads, a book all about people who are assholes.  There are so many.   Social science produced the famous book, the DSM 5, the boy scout manual of insanity, or how to identify the conditions certain assholes have.  Mental conditions that makes assholes out of them.  If nothing was wrong with being schizophrenic, there wouldn't such trouble treating the condition.  Sick people can be assholes to deal with.   Forced as I was, and I'll be barking about that, too, to accept life among the hoi polloi, have brain, no earning power, I'm a philosopher, in this country fucking near a death sentence, I'm retired to a subsidized high rise apartment building, and there is an epidemic of bed bugs.  The dirty people who live in apartments adjacent to mine are probably feeding the insects champagne and caviar.  The things come out of the fucking woodwork.   I wake to find them drinking from my ass.  

Awake to find a blood sucking bug.   I'm contending here that I am among the few people who isn't an asshole.  Just a guy who didn't do too goddam well, and who has little better to do than to rewrite the social sciences to better meet common need.   Everyone is better off knowing as much as possible about people who are a piece of shit.  People who are an asshole.  It's laborious, but I am in the process of writing a book a about assholes.    A trillion pages isn't enough to fully enlighten all about this problem of people who are a piece of shit.

prose reading with music 10 24 2023

DARK SIDE new reading, with new music 10 14 2023

Needing poem reading with music 10 14 2023

Here's Me Doing The Labor Lisp

 It’s a drag being a prig, and some people have to accept the fact that they are one.  Can I get a pity party going here?  In my experience life gets better after fessing up to it.   It’s like religion, but economics also is loaded with contradictions and fallacies.  It’s hard to believe.   Labor strikes in the auto industry could be, in some ways, ominous.  And redundant.  There may be a repeat performance of boom and bust.   

Cities such as Detroit and Gary, Indiana are legendary for economic booms and busts in the auto and also the steel industries.   History has it many people migrated from the South to work the assembly lines in Detroit.  Story has it these individuals developed vastly improved standards of living as auto workers.    Over time wages were driven up, and like a prodigal Saint Bernard in the Himalaya Mountains bounding sure-footed through deep snow, there were lay-offs and eventual plant closings.   The two cities cited here, Detroit and Gary, went from prosperous industrial middle class to laughing stock shit hole cities full of misery and urban blight.   I am being a big fat prig, just for now, I’ll get back to being lissome and cool real soon, but for now I weight 800 pounds and am talking like a dork.  My voice, like a trator, went nasal on me.  

Evening news has it there are labor strikes in the auto industry right now.   Suppose we are running a big Xerox 1090 photo copy machine.   Are we seeing copies of bad economic behavior past being Xeroxed into reality, like all the shit over again?   Will dudes and dudettes earning good money now wind up eating store brand poodle chow in the near future?    Who knows.  I don’t.   I'm just being a big fat prig, for now.

experimental music

 Flash fiction, poems, visual art and recordings of all sorts.  That's what's being worked on here, at what used to be Rollicking Rowdy Enterprises.  I don't use a business name any more, it's me and several pen names, also a fairly well equipped studio.  I'm recording music using electric guitar, bass and percussion, a snare drum and a sixteen inch gong.  The gong was purchased at Goodwill for six bucks about thirty years ago, and, played with finesse, can work like cymbals.   The latest youtube recording is embedded below.  

poem with music 10 11 2023

Talking a poem with music 10 10 2023

long dong silver doll

 

Have I met the individual?  No.  Are tangential things two people may (or it's delusional horse puckey) have in common worth your time, reading the rantings and blitherings of one lower ranking side of the observations?  Enough of my blatherskiting.   Pittsburgh Steeler coach Mike Tomlin was on the evening news talking about mojo power, as it is applied in professional football.   He complained that not everyone on the team has their mojo working, and this accounts for losing, for getting a lower score than the opposing team, as I have to explain points of philosophy with a fine tooth enigma machine.  I'm talking phenomenology here, ya'll.  

Is there an avant gardist in the house, for crap sake?  I've given real, honest hard thought to the greater canon of mojo powers.  A mojo is a real or imaginary object that radiates supernatural power.  It is the crap of superstition and legend.   Delta blues musicians are thought to be numinous, case in point Robert Johnson's real or imagined relationship with Satan.  Blues singer Muddy Waters was among many who performed the rip-snorting torch song I Got Mojo Working.   I got my mojo working, but it just don't work you.

But, in any case, I got my mojo working.  I have talismanic objects, dead scorpions in clear lucite casing, glued to many of my electric guitars.  They give my Delta Blues greater mojo power.  Check me out on youtube.   I got mojo power.  And I got something in common with Coach Mike Tomlin.  We both speak of mojo power.   He's on the news, I'm writing this one horse squalid ghetto-like little blog.  Let  me leave you with the question, is mojo power a matter of scale, same as everything else, or is there meta-law and supernatural justice in voodoo?  What if people from all walks of life can be equal in mojo power, in spite of income inequality?   I'm giving all my mojo power to this dilemma.

BOXCAR WILLYS REVENGE 3

iguana burgers

music for rabid wolverines

experimental music video

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The Zane Zog Show Outdoor rant 8 12 2023

The Zane Zog Show The Trouble With Being Wacky pt. 2

glenwood 1st chapter vid

Journalistic Music for Egg Heads 7 17 2023

Hi!

 I'm testing some new jazz

This drool is a test of The Voice to text software that is torturing me.   I like so many other poor shmucks am relegated to use of pitiful  stupid ignorant pedestrian

Charity smartphones

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The Great Poet Kill Off

 

Check your television page and watch a few hours of Wagon Train.   It's a cowboy western series from the beat era.   Post jazz-age cattle drives and mass migrations.  Very different attitudes among people.  On the television show, as compared to people now.    Yet people were always missing a few spokes.  Troubled.  Dealing with conflict that was either carried in, or that attacked from behind a bush.    In so many ways, people are a danger to themselves and others.    There were no therapists on Wagon Train.   Only conflict, resolution, and attractive cow personage.    Let's aspire like rattle snakes under a flat rock beside a cactus.

I'm making an innocent proposal.  The federal government should kill 98 percent of all people who claim to be a poet.     The surviving 2 percent can be absorbed into institutions, whatever type they belong in.  Universities.  Jails.   State hospitals.   Free nymphomaniac therapists.  An audience on demand when you need to recite your latest work of genius.   An orgy.   It would be great.   The end.

Rant

 

'Neutrality' is a nice ripe weasel word for clamming up about politics.   If I said I was a disinterested party with regard to fucking near anything, it means no prejudice in the matter, supposedly.   Being unable to provide assistance isn't all but is some of a basis for docile, smiling jocular isolationism.  It might be another matter in cases of people who have authority or power with which to take action.  It would be sweet about now to specify what action, but I'm too far removed from the Land Of OZ  to comment on the poppy fields this year.  I feel as if I've retired from discussion on world, national and local politics.  The latter thing, though, gate-crashes into idle chat at the bus stop sometimes.   No worries.   I'm Irrelevant.

My Great Big Slant On World Affairs

I'm still keeping my trap shut as much as possible about the subject of politics.   Speaking only for silly little old me, it seems social politics is taking its course independent of what pedestrians do.  Does this mean wander around with one's thumb up...no, no, no.   Opinions can be rendered in itsy bitsy sound bites, obscured in loud throbbing dance music.   No one will give a shit what is intended.   They will be dancing.

I keep forgetting to blow smoke about my theories pertaining to entertainment.  To encapsulate, sort of, it's highly influential.  People are more responsive to music, television and film than they are to pure reason.  The greatest service people may provide one another could fun, fun, fun.   Jokes.  Singing.   Skits.   Dancing, for fuck sake.    Q:  What goes through a billionaire's mind when his submersible implodes?   A:  Plankton.   

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