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Astral Projective Verse: assignment 1. 1968
Astral Projective Verse: assignment 1
Introduction.
Dream Fragment: Morning of Saturday 18th January 2014:
The projective dream author found himself nealing down next to a body of water, either a lake or the ocean. However, the water was still more like a lake. Just below the surface were some rocks with bright green moss shimmering in the brown/azure water, trance like. I reach with my arm into the lake to find a bunch of keys, instinctively i feel these are my keys. I reach down again to find more objects, but these are beyond description. I felt a sense of awe and wonder at my discovery, general accomplishment.
In retrospect tonight, Sunday 19th January, i have somewhat forced the lake to be the lake in Lincoln park, Chicago. On closer inspection, perhaps it was: Alfred Caldwell Lily Pool: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_Caldwell_Lily_Pool
Or perhaps its the fountain of the great lakes in Grant Park:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fountain_of_the_Great_Lakes
Following my own system of research, developed during my on-line class 'Email To The Tribe,' i picked 13 characters who were present on world during the 1968 Chicago convention, and who fit with the more general 'revolution in language' often associated with 'the tale of the tribe'.
Here, in 1968 we find an intersection point, or a synchrony-mesh, a furtive place-time to observe using the telescope/microscope of flexible insight and special techniques for conjuring the ambiance of the time-place under investigation. Focused imagination.
We have a phase array of versions of the events from some of the great minds of the 20th century, we have specific times and places and sensory poetic reflections on the happenings. I cannot suppose that all these characters were in earshot but to know they were present, in some capacity, opens the door to invoke them and their verse into our tale, to mix them into the giant cauldron bubbling away in Lincoln park.
Many reports of the events taking place in Lincoln park on Saturday 24th August, at 4.00 PM give a good picture of a specific event, the brief performance of the MC5. The band got its power from a generator belonging to a hotdog vendor.
Here, in the park, with the backdrop of 5000 hippies freaking out to the sonic innovations of the MC5 we project our characters, all gathered together in a fictional universe, not too far away from the one recorded by historians, and agreed upon by most people. An intersection point, a specific target for an astral projective verse experiment. (please see my previous post on APV).
To open up my shared imagination a little, lets imagine a mixed aroma of marijuana, onions, gasoline, on the wind. The crackle and fuzz of electrified guitars and microphone feedback, the dry thump and padded bop of distant drums, cymbals building up a series of factory like pings and pangs, the sound of wooden stix on metal. The hum of the generator, running at full capacity to power the music. The rambunctious yippies and cheers of 5000 hippies dancing and celebrating life. The distant sound of sirens and police whistles, the sound of horse hooves and more police whistles.
Here, Robert Anton Wilson, William S. Burroughs and John Sinclair and passing a joint of Acapulco gold, rolled like a torpedo by Ed Sanders. Ginsberg misses a round due to having a sunflower protruding from his mouth. Norman Mailer is shadow boxing with Abbie Hoffman, while Carl Oglesby and Terry Southern look on, wondering if Norman was going to really connect with Abbie. Wayne Kramer hits a 'space note' shortly followed by the rest of the band, all playing free-form in the tradition of Sun Ra and his Arkestra.
RAW is discussing Carl Jung and Wolfgang Pauli with Burroughs, who in response recalls a short tale of James Joyce and his fascination with Synchronicity and the fact that he inserted many of his own moment of synchronicity, or in his own terms you might say Epiphany. Raw respond with the story of Carl Jung and his dream of Liverpool, and it's lasting impact on his work afterwards, commenting how the fountain that he saw earlier at Grant Park, reminded him of Jung's dream. Burroughs then told RAW about his synchronicity surrounding the number 23, and retold his Captain Clark story.
Ed Sanders and Ginsberg launch into the actual poem called 'The tale of the tribe'. Ginsberg, who recently came back from visiting Ezra Pound in Italy, was channeling Ez, while Ed Sanders was channeling Charles Olson. Together they spontaneously presented the history of civilization, the birth and gestation of languages, arts, music, poetry, writing, conflict, war, oppression, civil disobedience up to 24th August 1968 in a terse, information rich prose, epic, and including history.
Slowly the group begin to pass the hay, with the music still playing in the background and the Chicago police and their whistles and bullhorns getting nearer, the gang begin to jam together, projecting their observations and innovations into the mix. You get the picture?
So this is my own imagination at work, bedding the truth in waking life, having a stab at a point in space-time, buried somewhat in the noise, but polished and presented here as a nodal cluster of innovative possibilities for further research, to mean have them activated by using some special method or other. Some of these methods will involves weeks and possibly months of consistent meditation.
My methods relating to my class email to the tribe: ETTT, for example, include creating a tally of attributes for each character: Texts, Teachings, Theos, Totems, Tailors. Next, i suggest creating an alphabet of magical objects associated with each character present in 1968. When a number of characters and their attributes have been created they can be fixed together in various geometrical patterns, based here upon some of the geometries of R. Buckminster Fuller. This was the model I followed for my novel Sixty (2011) and the Icosahedron and Dodecahedron in particular. The Pentagon/Pentagram and the Hexagon/Hexagram were also used. With some playful creativity one can create multiple sided objects that can function as a kind of dice, to be thrown. Hence, mixing ideas in a literal sense from the characters under investigation. This method should be used loosely in tandem with the improvisational and spontaneous imagination.
These obscure practices, when used in conjunction with some of those described by Orphiel in 'The Art of Astral Projection' and Charles Olson, in his essay: Projective verse, and when these are specifically designed to accommodate a certain intersection point in space-time, provide new tools and methods i recommend highly.
The Festival of life exhibits a turning of negative violence and state sponsored ignorance into a celebration of non-violent civil disobedience and the joining together, literally hand in hand, of great poets, musicians, writers, and thousands of illuminated seers of the future. Many bright sparks who quickly recognized the American hegemony of global trade, surveillance and banking chicanery or usury.
In 1968 the public display of police brutality reverberated around the world, and helped shape the trajectory of the growing counter-culture, alternative thinkers the new artist-activist-scholar-bards of 60’s America who went on to reshape the landscape of modern poetry, music and the art of peaceful powerful protest worldwide, IMHO.
Yes, so bringing it all into a certain radius, hundreds of future prophets of the information age, together in the same geographical location. A special intersection point, and good target for an experiment in astral projective verse. (which is a process under development, and experimentation as I write this)
1968 Intersection Point: Astral Projective Verse assignment 1
Following my own system of research, developed during my on-line class 'Email To The Tribe,' i picked 13 characters who were present on world during the 1968 Chicago convention, and who fit with the more general 'revolution in language' often associated with 'the tale of the tribe'.
Here, in 1968 we find an intersection point, or a synchrony-mesh, a furtive place-time to observe using the telescope/microscope of flexible insight and special techniques for conjuring the ambiance of the time-place under investigation. Focused imagination.
We have a phase array of versions of the events from some of the great minds of the 20th century, we have specific times and places and sensory poetic reflections on the happenings. I cannot suppose that all these characters were in earshot but to know they were present, in some capacity, opens the door to invoke them and their verse into our tale, to mix them into the giant cauldron bubbling away in Lincoln park.
Many reports of the events taking place in Lincoln park on Saturday 24th August, at 4.00 PM give a good picture of a specific event, the brief performance of the MC5. The band got its power from a generator belonging to a hotdog vendor.
Here, in the park, with the backdrop of 5000 hippies freaking out to the sonic innovations of the MC5 we project our characters, all gathered together in a fictional universe, not too far away from the one recorded by historians, and agreed upon by most people. An intersection point, a specific target for an astral projective verse experiment. (please see my previous post on APV).
To open up my shared imagination a little, lets imagine a mixed aroma of marijuana, onions, gasoline, on the wind. The crackle and fuzz of electrified guitars and microphone feedback, the dry thump and padded bop of distant drums, cymbals building up a series of factory like pings and pangs, the sound of wooden stix on metal. The hum of the generator, running at full capacity to power the music. The rambunctious yippies and cheers of 5000 hippies dancing and celebrating life. The distant sound of sirens and police whistles, the sound of horse hooves and more police whistles.
Here, Robert Anton Wilson, William S. Burroughs and John Sinclair and passing a joint of Acapulco gold, rolled like a torpedo by Ed Sanders. Ginsberg misses a round due to having a sunflower protruding from his mouth. Norman Mailer is shadow boxing with Abbie Hoffman, while Carl Oglesby and Terry Southern look on, wondering if Norman was going to really connect with Abbie. Wayne Kramer hits a 'space note' shortly followed by the rest of the band, all playing free-form in the tradition of Sun Ra and his Arkestra.
RAW is discussing Carl Jung and Wolfgang Pauli with Burroughs, who in response recalls a short tale of James Joyce and his fascination with Synchronicity and the fact that he inserted many of his own moment of synchronicity, or in his own terms you might say Epiphany. Raw respond with the story of Carl Jung and his dream of Liverpool, and it's lasting impact on his work afterwards, commenting how the fountain that he saw earlier at Grant Park, reminded him of Jung's dream. Burroughs then told RAW about his synchronicity surrounding the number 23, and retold his Captain Clark story.
Ed Sanders and Ginsberg launch into the actual poem called 'The tale of the tribe'. Ginsberg, who recently came back from visiting Ezra Pound in Italy, was channeling Ez, while Ed Sanders was channeling Charles Olson. Together they spontaneously presented the history of civilization, the birth and gestation of languages, arts, music, poetry, writing, conflict, war, oppression, civil disobedience up to 24th August 1968 in a terse, information rich prose, epic, and including history.
Slowly the group begin to pass the hay, with the music still playing in the background and the Chicago police and their whistles and bullhorns getting nearer, the gang begin to jam together, projecting their observations and innovations into the mix. You get the picture?
So this is my own imagination at work, bedding the truth in waking life, having a stab at a point in space-time, buried somewhat in the noise, but polished and presented here as a nodal cluster of innovative possibilities for further research, to mean have them activated by using some special method or other. Some of these methods will involves weeks and possibly months of consistent meditation.
My methods relating to my class email to the tribe: ETTT, for example, include creating a tally of attributes for each character: Texts, Teachings, Theos, Totems, Tailors. Next, i suggest creating an alphabet of magical objects associated with each character present in 1968. When a number of characters and their attributes have been created they can be fixed together in various geometrical patterns, based here upon some of the geometries of R. Buckminster Fuller. This was the model I followed for my novel Sixty (2011) and the Icosahedron and Dodecahedron in particular. The Pentagon/Pentagram and the Hexagon/Hexagram were also used. With some playful creativity one can create multiple sided objects that can function as a kind of dice, to be thrown. Hence, mixing ideas in a literal sense from the characters under investigation. This method should be used loosely in tandem with the improvisational and spontaneous imagination.
These obscure practices, when used in conjunction with some of those described by Orphiel in 'The Art of Astral Projection' and Charles Olson, in his essay: Projective verse, and when these are specifically designed to accommodate a certain intersection point in space-time, provide new tools and methods i recommend highly.
Projective after-thoughts
The Festival of life exhibits a turning of negative violence and state sponsored ignorance into a celebration of non-violent civil disobedience and the joining together, literally hand in hand, of great poets, musicians, writers, and thousands of illuminated seers of the future. Many bright sparks who quickly recognized the American hegemony of global trade, surveillance and banking chicanery or usury.
In 1968 the public display of police brutality reverberated around the world, and helped shape the trajectory of the growing counter-culture, alternative thinkers the new artist-activist-scholar-bards of 60’s America who went on to reshape the landscape of modern poetry, music and the art of peaceful powerful protest worldwide, IMHO.
Yes, so bringing it all into a certain radius, hundreds of future prophets of the information age, together in the same geographical location. A special intersection point, and good target for an experiment in astral projective verse. (which is a process under development, and experimentation as I write this)
--Steve 'fly' Agaric 23
January 19th, 2014.
edited March 3rd, 2014.
January 19th, 2014.
edited March 3rd, 2014.
Email To The Tribe (A Youtube Playlist Refresher)
Email to the tribe is my research class into the tale of the tribe, paying tribute to the last great work of Dr Robert Anton Wilson.…
http://ettt.wikispaces.com/
www.raw360.net
--Steve Fly
http://ettt.wikispaces.com/
www.raw360.net
--Steve Fly
TTOTT in 12 lines or less
TTOTT in TWELVE by Steve 'fly agaric 23' Pratt.
- without pip center/ever changing cyclic world/Brunocentral
- gods hero's and men/recycling through the ages/recorsi vico
- eternal return/the gods nietzsche left us here/beyond either or
- oak branching forces/ideogramic method/Fenollosa's trees
- spatial symbolist/weasels fighting in a hole/before the war Yeats
- Ezra made it new/cantos brewing history/juxstaposition
- Joyce cracked the cypher/hologramic comedy/to make Einstein cry
- word is not the thing/no such noun only see verbs/motion in the thingzski's
- ...went in for structure/geodesic dymaxy/future's Fullerene
- Boolean Logic/and electrical switches/bit twinned by Shannon
- turn on tune in drop/Joyce in digital village/Ez save McLuhan
- Orson at hawks well/cinema collage life force/fake filter buster
c60 Buckminsterfullerene's and 2012 Geodesic Revolutions
I have a hunch, a Grunch, about Buckminster Fuller's innovations.
Lets make a new TTOTT football, based on the Buckminster Fuller "Carbon 60" structure, and featuring a new Hologrammic Language... that's what I think, or thought just earlier today after work.
A Football, everybody plays with a football, no? Lets make a TTOTT football and construct a TTOTT team (tribe), place them on a TTOTT field (map) and have them play the kind of games Herman Hesse envisioned for his 'Glass bead game', or.. whatever you like. Just play. Let us play.
Lets make a new TTOTT football, based on the Buckminster Fuller "Carbon 60" structure, and featuring a new Hologrammic Language... that's what I think, or thought just earlier today after work.
A Football, everybody plays with a football, no? Lets make a TTOTT football and construct a TTOTT team (tribe), place them on a TTOTT field (map) and have them play the kind of games Herman Hesse envisioned for his 'Glass bead game', or.. whatever you like. Just play. Let us play.
The structure of buckminsterfullerene is a truncated (T = 3) icosahedron which resembles a soccer ball of the type made of twenty hexagons and twelve pentagons, with a carbon atom at the vertices of each polygon and a bond along each polygon edge. -- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buckminsterfullerene
email to the tribe: a Maybe Logic Class by Fly Agaric 23
Fly Agaric 23
September 20 - November 5
email to the tribe
Homogrammic Prose
Homogrammic Prose
The tale of the tribe approximates a tale of humanity, or 'tales', a new global epic that must capture illuminating details from humanity and juxtapose them in a special way using special language (Hologrammic prose, the Hermetic style, Ideogrammic method, Joyce's 'epiphany' etc.) Dr.Robert Anton Wilson crafted his tale of the tribe to suit, among other definitions; the architects of post-modem' cyber-culture, reaching back to the renaissance and pulling up-tense to our decentralized--hyper connected--future present.
During a six week period, I-fly will share his open interpretations of the tale of the tribe, performing an on-line multimedia vortex of signals, dialed into James Joyce, Ezra Pound, Giordano Bruno, Marshall Mcluhan, 'Bucky'Fuller, and RAW himself.
email to the tribe will reprocess communications from across time, and produce new maps, new metaphors, and mold new memes that help forward the tale of the tribe and the RAW wisdom oozing out from all quarters.
Each week fly will provide a spread of multimedia for you to process, generally keeping in step with the program, encouraging a wide variety of conversation and focused feedback. Feel free to drop in and drop out, as you like.
EMAIL TO THE TRIBE: WEEKLY PRESCRIPTION.
WEEK ONE - WHEELS AND CYCLES (Sep 20-26)
The wheels of the tribe go around and around.
WEEKLY DOSE: Decentralized and Rotational Map Warfare.
The wheels of the tribe go around and around.
WEEKLY DOSE: Decentralized and Rotational Map Warfare.
WEEK TWO - GENERAL EPIPHANY (Sep 27-3rd October)
Hologrammic Prose and meaningful common speech
WEEKLY DOSE: RAW-FLY interviews. (Oct 4-10)
Hologrammic Prose and meaningful common speech
WEEKLY DOSE: RAW-FLY interviews. (Oct 4-10)
WEEK THREE - IDEOGRAMMIC FULLERENE (Oct 11-17)
The synergy of history
WEEKLY DOSE: Vicosahedron and Canto LXVI. Open Source History.
The synergy of history
WEEKLY DOSE: Vicosahedron and Canto LXVI. Open Source History.
WEEK FOUR - GLOBAL FEEDBACK (Oct 18-24
If its not connected its useless
WEEKLY DOSE: Shannanigums Wave & Future Present.
If its not connected its useless
WEEKLY DOSE: Shannanigums Wave & Future Present.
WEEK FIVE - CINEMA OF UNITY (Oct 25-31)
Moving pictures to TV/Internet
WEEKLY DOSE: Maybe Logic & RAW Multimedia.
Moving pictures to TV/Internet
WEEKLY DOSE: Maybe Logic & RAW Multimedia.
WEEK SIX - THE TALE OF THE CYBERNET (Nov 1-5)
My-wiki-face-twitter
WEEKLY DOSE: Work of the tribe. email to the tribe.
My-wiki-face-twitter
WEEKLY DOSE: Work of the tribe. email to the tribe.
COURSE TEXTS: Recorsi by Robert Anton Wilson.
[$50 recommended minimum price]
http://www.maybelogic.org/courses.htm
WORK OF THE TRIBE III
THE WEIGHING OF THE TTOTT HEART (TTOTT 12)
McJoy Brunosa stepped forward one more step towards the giant scales, his genius suspiciously dormant in his silence, yet his thoughts sparkled like lightening bolts behind his eyelids, externally McJoy Brunosa struggled to make out the unbelievable scenery before him.
Brunosa's heart was projected as a 3D hologram onto a weighing scale that was balanced on the other side by nothing but an ostrich feather, the scale was spread out over McJoy Brunosa's shoulders. Large figures loomed in the background like overhead clouds obscuring the light.
Ezski Welleson stepped into the chamber about 10 feet from Brunosa and watched him hold up the scales on his back.
"Thothttott" Brunosa said, in a deep booming voice.
"Thothttott" Welleson replied, twisting his eyebrows through his long fingers.
Brunos'a shoulders were like curved bananas, slightly bruised and splitting; Ezski Welleson thought
"Thothttott" Brunosa said again, struggling to take the weight and stumbling on the spot.
"tale-of-the-tribe" Brunosa continues...
Shannico Yeatzscher crawled to the edge of the star-shaft, and poked his head out the end and drops the bag onto the floor. Yeatzscher jumps into the chamber, opens the bag to reveal an 'egyptian mouth-breeder' fish and quickly suckles the fish into Brunosa's mouth. Yeatzscher stares at a winged figure hovering in space a few inches above Brunosa's head. Welleson focuses his sights on Yeatzscher's tail tucked away in his trousers, 'the tail of the tribe' he thought, and smiled.
"I imagine my heart upon the scale, and guess the weight of the general heart, not lightly" Welleson said, gazing at the hieroglyphics carved into the walls that seemed to be depicting what was happening to them!
"Thothttott Language vs. the thothttott equation measured by these scales?" Brunosa said.
Welleson registered every wince and sigh that Brunosa made as his heart was interrogated and profiled by the great old ones.
'Maybe we have the body as a reliable object of scientific study, opposed to the 'imaginary' ideas of the mind?" Brunosa said, with a bewildered look of concern on his face.
'To weigh the general heart of history, the characters and their deeds, the thothttott; and transmit them into the head space and divine natural " Brunosa said.
Brunosa's shoulders shrug and touch his ears, and he sits, quiet, and self-composed like a stalk-headed monk.
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