Sunday, December 4, 2016

More of the words - rhyme time


And to the next verse my mouth changes curse
Pulling on the purse putting bling on reverse
Flow on the box, throwing old hot-rocked socks
Time stole from clocks, door opened after-knocks
Keep it on the the tip caught falling from the nip
Nap it in the sack, pull it back, quick crossing
While teeth are chewin' my hands are busy flossing
Lead your mind code green to the crossing
No fussing

Leave the crowd buzzing, nuzzle the nozzle of nuff singing
Rhyme slinging fit for a freak for week fresh off the beak
Click and cast the best breath i got left
Laughed at the Po, they don't know my mind awake aglow
Igloomy friday snaps in between naps
Tetrahydrocannibonol on caps
Full to the top of words cut the crop
You flip i flop, verbs don't stop with herbs on top
Fight the slop with little bits of class
Come run the riddim' track get off your ass.


Walk take a stroll keep the heart in control
Tap and turf with your toe and see what seeds you sew
Minds we must blow
Pickin up the bass line over it we go.

Moving it shifting it lifting it grafting it crafting it
Cracking it hacking it smacking it checking it wrecking it
Waxing it taxing it flexing it vexing it sexing it
Here a little words for the bread boy crew
Raised in an oven dish next to a zoo
What you gonna’ do, you talk like the flu
Pop it in a trash bag and float it down the loo
He be getting hype with a top lip on the mic
Me holding it down with a staple and a spike
Running down the path heading to the math
Stopped at the cafe and laughed at the graff'
Methymetic took me by surprise, eyebrow rise
Fighting off flies making nests in my eyes

Now Now
Wake up with cup of crystal clear
No added sugar and nothing like beer
Wake up with a cup and drink it down quick
Wake up to the taste of a stimulating drink
Kick up the sheets and smash in the pillow
Feel the effect of the music soft and mellow
Hug the next fellow then dance to the beat
Move every bone inside from hands to your feet
Step into the mayhem walk the streets tall
Run and crawl swim and fly, beware the shopping mall

I cried walk on the sidewalk to the board-walk to talk
The incredible help from the paper and felt pen in my belt
like a misspelled crowd i screamed aloud, “allowed?”
Aloud be thy name, and thy bass beat drum
For ever and never, forever turningly yours, pot jaws.
Avoid all the laws and riffle through draws with my paws
No pause for applause the show’s top shelf because

The T to the A to the L to the E
To The O to the F to the T.H.E
To the T to the R to the I.B.E

Pick lock with epic keys key to cryptography these
Jumping like fleas in the ‘globillage’ buzzing like bees
Who can write the tale from bigending to startish

Include all history, language and shine like starfish?
How to lift such a sculpture into the light of day

Hang it all, hang it all again, hang it your way
Times cycling from Nero to Trump
The news and reality fuck off with a bump

Stumped by the weight the blazing fire and death
The Mourning of the planet, the people, the culture
Dying every day, dying to survive, stop the car, stop
I don’t drive, i walk to feel alive, count each blessing
Each day passing do you know how many would…
Confessin my blues strive for news that stays news
Truth from the hoof under guise of aloof, gone, poof, proof
All under one roof, one tale one story,
The one about revenge as Homeric tragic-comedy

Keep it short, play love and beat the sport
Sport the beat and look after dem’ feet
Treat the world to a massage and a peek behind your mirage
A rustle under your bed and sweep through your dad’s garage
If you get hip hope is nosebleed, love seed is all you need

tire not be strong like bamboo baby, like hurricane and
Tsunami, be strong and resistant be the weather and earth
Walk high in ancestors boots and watch the turf
Learn the local ways and be the midwife to the rebirth
Into cool dive swim and float up to school

Faster and faster dem flippers keep flappin’
Talk wit’ lots of syllables for fatter fly chattin’
Next up to bowl and use sonar for my battin’
Hit the ball up the wall well how about thatin’
Run to the hump and hope they miss catchin’
Grab your balls and count the bases
Keep on playing fair in all the different places
Traces of effort against the storm on faces
Cake is the place and the food can hold spaces

Baking the mind to find rhyme taking lead
Perhaps it would be better on coke or some speed

Words off the top in the improv tradition

Making things meet and greet like a tongue on a mission.
Each sentence a new chance to shed an inhibition
In the back of your minds lake i go eureaka fishin’
Splish splash in my pocket looking for a coin to the socket
Pull the lever and feed my inner beaver
Now its on like Eldridge Cleaver, you butter believer?

I chisel the page with a bless-up messing with a mic
Ride the airwaves like an eagle on a bike

Take up the story for the paint and the glory
Wake up snory, look up, it’s sporey

Let it come down and reach your inner clown
Prank on the bank and swank in front of the tank

Rise between the eyes, get up to the crown centre
Spitting each presenter straight to the implementer
To simplify i dream sky, purple cloud lions fist grasshopper
Found gods in the dropper blotter mind squeeze flutter
Bitter skate sympathy kick flipped to the gutter
Let me speak of the mutter and pray i don’t stutter

Boxing my way out of a cereal box i catch chicken pox
Coming home to roost, its the goose where’s my docs?
Flocking hell, what the coup, i think i’ll wing it with my nuggets
Abreast of the fowl act i packed snax in my sack of treats
Im waiting for you at the coffeeshop with beats
Maybe maybe baby don’t double drop, fill your seats
Come come come around
Come come come around

I pick up the saw and start cutting at tropes
Leap up to the rafters and attach a few ropes
Trip up the footnotes and trash each litter
I dream in the margins and breathe every comma
I hang off each line and add graphics to the para
The capital of each story, each word a puzzle shop
Symbols in the marketplace now put right to a stop.

--Steve Fly Agaric 23
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Monday, September 26, 2016

The transformational grammar of a fly agaric hypothesis.

The transformational grammar of a fly agaric hypothesis.


Linguistic warfare and Guerrilla ontological combat, in the mushroom field.

the word Fly…morpheme - usage - spread - ambiguity - butter
“The more combinations a morpheme is found in, the more productive it is said to be.

All that is, is metaphor’—RAW, quoted Bucky and/or Korzybski?

naturally occurring metaphor vs. abstraction. What action?

Philosophy of language - panspermia - mycological etymology:

Generative Semantics
 
Korzybski - TTOTT - RAW.

Chomsky - generative syntax - vs. Lakoff - Generative semantics - linguistic wars.

entheobotany - samorini - bridge to natural world

“descriptive generalizations are not hyperthetical, but demonstrable in nature.”

Fly - Flight - Flies:

Fly Agaric - species found in nature - in the woods, literally the thing, named for it’s function.

And T. Mckenna - brewing psilocybin and evolution of human language 

spatial language - different combinations of the same thing - primitives - native american system

concepts - containments- room, face of clock, bottle - topological trends
scale invariant - in and out - dependent on topology VR/AR whoa'
and motion - kinds of motion in different languages - along - besides something that is long

nearness

things in motion & motion in things
verb of motion - road, path - verb of motion to TRACE that motion

goes along the coast - runs through
embodied cognition - image schemes, structure how you see, how do you move.

--Steve Fly 



HYPOTHSIS:
It is possible that the core principles of the language faculty be correlated to natural laws (such as for example, the Fibonacci sequence — an array of numbers where each consecutive number is a sum of the two that precede it, see for example the discussion Uriagereka 1997 and Carnie and Medeiros 2005). According to the hypothesis being developed, the essential properties of language arise from nature itself: the efficient growth requirement appears everywhere, from the pattern of petals in flowers, leaf arrangements in trees and the spirals of a seashell to the structure of DNA and proportions of human head and body. If this law applies to existing systems of cognition, both in humans and non-humans, then what allows our mind to create language? Could it be that a single cycle exists, a unique component of which gives rise to our ability to construct sentences, refer to ourselves and other persons, group objects and establish relations between them, and eventually understand each other? The answer to this question will be a landmark breakthrough, not only within linguistics but in our understanding of cognition in general. —https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biolinguistics
“Many scientists share the belief that there are problems with falsifiability and foundation ontologies purporting to describe "what exists", to a sufficient degree of rigor to establish a reasonable method of empirical validation. But Lakoff takes this further to explain why hypotheses built with complex metaphors cannot be directly falsified. Instead, they can only be rejected based on interpretations of empirical observations guided by other complex metaphors. This is what he means when he says[7] that falsifiability itself can never be established by any reasonable method that would not rely ultimately on a shared human bias. The bias he's referring to is the set of conceptual metaphors governing how people interpret observations.”
“In the 1996 book Moral Politics, Lakoff described conservative voters as being influenced by the "strict father model" as a central metaphor for such a complex phenomenon as the state and liberal/progressive voters as being influenced by the "nurturant parent model" as the folk psychological metaphor for this complex phenomenon. According to him, an individual's experience and attitude towards sociopolitical issues is influenced by being framed inlinguistic constructions. In Metaphor and War: The Metaphor System Used to Justify War in the Gulf, he argues that the American involvement in the Gulf war was obscured or "spun" by the metaphors which were used by the first Bush administration to justify it.”

“In 2006 Steven Pinker wrote an unfavorable review of Lakoff's book Whose Freedom? The Battle over America's Most Important Idea. Pinker's review was published in The New Republic. Pinker argued that Lakoff's propositions are unsupported and his prescriptions are a recipe for electoral failure. He wrote that Lakoff was condescending and deplored Lakoff's "shameless caricaturing of beliefs" and his "faith in the power of euphemism". Pinker portrayed Lakoff's arguments as "cognitive relativism, in which mathematics, science, and philosophy are beauty contests between rival frames rather than attempts to characterize the nature of reality". Lakoff wrote a rebuttal to the review stating that his position on many matters is the exact reverse of what Pinker attributes to him. Lakoff explicitly rejected, for example, the cognitive relativism and faith in euphemism described above, arguing in favor of a deeper understanding of rationality that discards the modal logic conceptualization of rationality in favor of the better supported framingconceptualization.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Lakoff




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Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Post Digital Daydream (For John Trudell)

post digital daydream (for John Trudell)

I pulled these words into chunks last night, today i intended to post them, but paused after hearing that the great activist poet John Trudell had passed. On second thoughts i should post these chunks as is, mistakes and all, and dedicate them to John. Peace.

remote like far away
or under control
a human eye
foreground back

ground
skynet caught moon
with the hand
firefly glow
pupil

glass marble yellow
rockpool potted squid
post digi
stuffed wheat ego

wear he go
into pavement
grey lid dustbins
wet steel blue electric
faded digital prints

the crash the war
the crash the war
and over until value
depleted in the minds of
the people
boring
perhaps zen will catch on?

more than boring
horrific to my mind
the masses blood lust
the chicken hawks and
pro killers in remote hawks
made boring by firegusting
incomprehensible
new media

reducing war to a fight
for a games system
a memes system console
viral flash bang know how
is king
for today
king needs consoling

tomorrow the
toffee banana squid
returns to dazzle tank to
wowwow those projections
in your pink face
sucking

sweets glazed soft cracked
azure tango blackcurrent
dancing in airspace
airstrikes of colour
kapow

rainbow boom bop
over the top sherbert
with lemon grind
pouring out gun barrels

cheescake sauce
dripping from missile cases
oozing like lava into hungry
mouths of suited hoglizards
licking cold white metal
shells with their fat
pink tongues

tanks full of strawberry
jam explode
pushing soldiers out the hatch
laughing as they land with a soft
rolled jammy jacket of strawberry
lamb cushion

bullets: stop the metal
start sponge bullets
gel in turquoize
see-through layers
back-forground
in between look

waterfall of digital empires
business driven into the floor
outlived over and over
which tribe do you choose today
collective maddness

spreading viral shadows
empty just after reading
gone like a thief in the night
someday found
drowned in the torrent
a washed up novelty
again giant

handgranades full of petals
rockets made from marshmallow
bullets of flompystuff
tough to sweeten the killings
in the name of mad profits
spongecake headed politicians?

for arms tradespeople
those who profit from wars
bombing killing and pain
parasites and the leading
urnaium tipped

edge of modern
capitalism
"go get them contracts boys
suck a cock
do not question me
we need a new war
every week you scumbags"

lights dim with thought darkly
cloud and lightning
tongues snap like snakes
poison darts fly
curses black magic and
prayer congeal

metal and explosives
fling apart things that rip
flesh and bone no
discretion of age sex race
social status
killing kills all in vicinity

land mine your own mind
step on a bomb and blow
your stupid fucking brain
to smithereens
bits and bytes in synapses
beyond words and pictures
the pain
to explain the game again and again

seeing the planet
whole agiain like
holiday postcard images
always and without concrete
steel and glass cities
beyond the digital castle door
into the crypt
into the crypt
under the floor

see through the mess we made
and out the surf tunnel
full of waste
grasping plastic tesco bags

cola cans and mcdonals litter
out the surf
grasping for the sun
flying out again post
digital

fully knietworked and
unique and trained for change
constant one and only
after 2030

survival and innovation
ability to share pathways
calm with improbability
heal by using awe of possibility
choices
room for a thousand
narrative voices

to negotiate an agreement
obviously beneficial
to all parties
food clothing shelter
seat in global
village
local super nature kids

the scene goes black grey
cold water on gunmetal
street lights bounce from glasses
to gun briefcase car and keyring
keen blue laser beams shoot
camera pans backwards
outwards

the cityscape loud with sirens
fire in the sky
rats in the street teeth white
boots polished snapping
arms and legs of homeless folk

and up higher into the sky
we see small missiles
leave an arch in the cold air
off toward the middle east
we follow the bomb

like a chanpange cork
the missile charges high
above europe
christmissile time
the target tracked by
drones built nearby

by university graduates who
love skrillex
locked into jinglehellfire
reins down on the rooftops
thousands immediately
die of incineration
thousands more blown
apart

sights once viewed
non erasable
human waste
wasted by some sick
warmachine
trick shop of horrors

who makes this made up stuff up
and do real killing stuff
the propagandist puppet
front mask moment has come
acrillic figa ink on the run

statues made from body parts
in bronze gold and silver
real portrale of casualties
at the public expense

now birds of paradise
burst from their crafted ears
in slow motion
flapping against the dying sunlight

each bird
exhibits beauty of feather
eye beak and breast
a quality-street box of disco
feather colours

not a joke but a
disruption of the
plain old
truth illusions

angry men and fussy women
in support of a war machine
fueled by hatred
misguided weapons
to bomb sanity
to pieces
man machine mind
war-headed bastards

after thousands of years
of fighting
many still remain
locked in violent battle
Godfather and Mario
Puzzo

revenge over again
retaliation
retribution and
inability to figure out
another way

the scicilian ways
like the last wild panda bear
fighting to the death
over bamboo shoots
and chess

and Dyonysis
networked with natures' god
plugged into
ayahuasca-twitter?

to hum a lullaby
we all need to hear that
calling calling cali

a call to imagination
unity city to city
camp to camp
shoulder shoulder
joining arms
inspire with tales to
tell again

the dog that
saved a baby girl from fire
a horse that caught
a falling princess
the bee that stung a
kings nose

dawn nears
lights flicker the webticms over
splutters a hurricane of
ads spy operations and
brainwashing gear
any heads left are tuned out

inner-space where
neuro engineers coagulate
for the rights to remain
unpredictable

maybelogic genes
memes and equations
tricky with such unpredictable
dot dot dot

here lies the
illusion of some truth
seeping from a gas grenade
consciousness like
chasing willow the whisp

a village gone
now virtual existence only
in camera footage of destruction
blown apart into pieces
meaning mangled
gone

among the dead bodies
the ancestors crawl too
in dingy caves on hands and knees
just to catch a rat to feed
a dying mother and father
a dying culture awaits on

the otherside of the glazed red
mountain five days treck
back with only a few
rats and some dog meat

the camera cuts to a family
huddled in a cave
smoke in the distance signals
the death cult is close

death cult in the air
on the ground and in the water
death cult the destroyer of
worlds the ultra mangler of meaning
missguded vile masters
of war

may you rot with the
bodies of your victims
the share holders and super rich
wealthy war sports personalities
and hench men
those who forget to teach
the way it used to be
and what we can do to claim
something back
not least culture
here we stand
at the end of digital
rot and roll

fly agaric 23
a name to signify
a species of fungus
beneath a tree in 2023

revision of timewave zero
end of moores law again
end of silicon based chips
end of 3D and parallel fish-tech
post digital wasteland
re-ezdit

what you thought
fungus grow on deathbeds
signifying the shitty cycle

fuck your war
fuck our war
fuck my war
fuck the war

warships sail toward
each other shooting
hand painted
greetings in socks

missiles hurtle toward
local islands droping
seeds and nutrients to help
stabalize any inbalance
due to previous mishandling

2015 years too late
human violence to each other
must decompose like
funghi all around

barbacued fast
on your plate
does it trouble you to
watch all friends and family
die slowly

to turn the imagination
sideways on mass killings
compared to doctors
killing patients with wrong
prescriptions drugs
the terrorists are
your best mates but
statistics always were a
motherfucker

the drama and cop gun
kung fu of terror pricks
plots foiled and deployed
on screen or in street
bang boom of it
the drama rules
of the rough knuckleheaded
grey seas of popular
unquestioning sleeping dicks

nightmare of history
over a-fucking-gain
are you kidding me
inside my head are you
serious again fuck me

here in this writing
to capture reader
with a stagnant ballbag of
outmoded blog

no image or gif
flipping past
skim the fat
the fact floats or sinks
shake em' out now

half caught in a TV show
half conversation
not all fully here but
somewhat outside
waking life

floating about social
media messages
recalled in mind
imaginary responses to
half remembered
broken paragraphs

splintered glasses and
icicle shards in purple wax
honey mead and feathers
fusion earth blue to
heart red the beat
blast of comfort my hand
here

pulse of nobody
a strangers rhythm
7 billion strong kidd
pull down the digital
curtains of thy vanity
soil and water
leaf and flower pull through
dreamers tarmac road
cone perception now
puuuussshhhhh

white and orange cones
misdirect mind missiles
in the wrong directions
strike back

with violent force
"teach them lesson
they will never forget"
scorpion thinks

fighting without fighting
overlooked too advanced
over the lumphead of a lumphead

the cold war game of
military build up
to feed the financiers and
backers over and over
and over again
too complicated for X-Factor goons

when will they ever learn
when shall we rise up
when will i stop writing this shit
when...

old stones
berries brews and
starlight twinkle dazzle
crinkle of fern
frosted hands cup the juice
no word scripture or orders
follow the inner path
drink

back to claymo worlds
back to imagine
trained to give benefit of doubt
yet going further
the joke
the fucking joke

to stay cheerful
grateful and think up
funny stuff is a weapon
without boundaries

like a suicide bomber
without explosives
but vegan sausages strapped
around his chest

a rucksack full of
baps and
boom 72 vegan delights
flipped script like a
hotdog

crass to some
slightly amusing to others
a tiny nuke hidden
up David Cameron's asshole
going off

blood shit
and tory guts gushing
need an army of pool
attendants to clean this mess
after they speak
the vomit of war
fill oceans

to pretend to not see
the bait of the shootings
and timing of the escalation
like a hooded man
driving a nuclear submarine
into a city dock at full speed
shit's seriously
rudderlessly
outof control
man
stop!

which
as i was saying
can be a good thing
23 percent chaos
enough to play with
remain sane and
dedicated
questioning and
willing to always accept
new data

like a scientist
unphased by the giant dickheads
crunch of hitech corporations
they will crumble into
nano dustweiners
when the dusk settles

metals and
vegetables are naturally
abundant and will abide
the boredom sets in
and the majority using
innovation and quick
feedback response
may begin to take back
the crappy crown

let me begin
with....




































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