HOOOOOAAAAAH!!!!! Memories best left lost in the ether!
The whole package looks to be created in the ’70s as an adjunct to the intense press coverage about how dropping acid would “improve” your life or maybe a part of the notice of an upcoming Timothy Leary lecture at Berkely! “Tune in, turn on, drop out” and get massive irreversible brain damage! And it tasted a whole lot better than detergent pods, especially when dripped on a sugar cube. Do they still make sugar cubes?
VanderleunFebruary 24, 2018, 1:28 PM
Yes.
Dr. JayFebruary 24, 2018, 1:53 PM
While watching this, for some reason, this joke popped in my head: Pavlov is sitting at a pub enjoying a pint, the phone rings and he jumps up shouting, “Oh no, I forgot to feed the dog!”
EskymanFebruary 24, 2018, 2:41 PM
That was well done! I was worried that the Shenanigan might have slipped off its base, which is of course made from preframulated ammulite, and that could’ve caused great damage to the sperving bearings. Wouldn’t that have been a pity!
As we all know, to successfully tune this instrument one needs a turbo encabulator, such as this one made by Chrysler:
As a professional musician I have to say: that is effin hilarious! Great spoof on “early musick.”
JaynieFebruary 25, 2018, 3:58 AM
Speaking of sugar cubes. I was in a restaurant just yesterday, a charcuterie delicatessen in Waltham, Massachusetts, where they placed a shallow tray of roughly shaped sugar cubes, white and brown, out with our coffee.
BillHFebruary 25, 2018, 7:31 AM
Do they have white and brown sugar cubes for the same reason I keep white and brown corn cobs in my outhouse?
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
from Preludes
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
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Gerard Van der Leun
Lay down these words
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
The scientists are in terror
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HOOOOOAAAAAH!!!!! Memories best left lost in the ether!
The whole package looks to be created in the ’70s as an adjunct to the intense press coverage about how dropping acid would “improve” your life or maybe a part of the notice of an upcoming Timothy Leary lecture at Berkely! “Tune in, turn on, drop out” and get massive irreversible brain damage! And it tasted a whole lot better than detergent pods, especially when dripped on a sugar cube. Do they still make sugar cubes?
Yes.
While watching this, for some reason, this joke popped in my head: Pavlov is sitting at a pub enjoying a pint, the phone rings and he jumps up shouting, “Oh no, I forgot to feed the dog!”
That was well done! I was worried that the Shenanigan might have slipped off its base, which is of course made from preframulated ammulite, and that could’ve caused great damage to the sperving bearings. Wouldn’t that have been a pity!
As we all know, to successfully tune this instrument one needs a turbo encabulator, such as this one made by Chrysler:
https://youtu.be/MXW0bx_Ooq4
As a professional musician I have to say: that is effin hilarious! Great spoof on “early musick.”
Speaking of sugar cubes. I was in a restaurant just yesterday, a charcuterie delicatessen in Waltham, Massachusetts, where they placed a shallow tray of roughly shaped sugar cubes, white and brown, out with our coffee.
Do they have white and brown sugar cubes for the same reason I keep white and brown corn cobs in my outhouse?
You did notice, of course, that was a left handed Shenanigan, far far less common than the right handed Shenanigan.
“. . . white and brown corn cobs . . . ”
Very funny BillH
Reminds me of home. Ha, Ha !!!
You can do that at home, too, Jaynie! Adds a touch of class to the tea table.
https://www.amazon.com/Perruche-Brown-Sugar-Cubes-10-5/dp/B006YVD9G6