“If I could say it in so many words, do you think I should take the very great trouble of dancing it?"

DISNAE MATTER

Ah wis it thoan Disneyland in Florida, ken?. 'Took hur 'n' the bairn. Wi me gittin peyed oaf fi Ferranti's, ah thoat it's either dae somethin wi the dough or pish it doon the bog at the Willie Muir. Ah saw whit happened tae a loat ay other c**ts; livin like kings fir a while: taxis evraywhair, chinkies evray night, cairryoots, ye ken the score. 'N' whit dae they huv tae show fir it? Scottish F*ckin Fitba Association, that's what, ya c*nt.

Now ah wisnae that keen oan Disneyland, bit ah thoat: fir the bairn's sake, ken? Wish ah hudnae bothered!. It wis shite. Big f*ckin queues tae git oan aw the rides. That's awright if ye like that sortay thing, but it's no ma f*ckin scene. The beer ower thair's pish n aw. They go oan aboot aw thir beer, thir Budweiser n aw that; its like drinkin f*ckin cauld water. One thing ah did like aboot the States though is the scran. Loadsay it, beyond yir wildest dreams, n the service n aw. Ah mind in one place ah sais tae hur: Fill yir f*ckin boots while ye kin, hen, cause whin wi git back hame we'll be livin oafay McCain's oven chips till f*ck knows when.

Anywey, it this f*ckin Disneyland shite, this daft c*nt in a bear suit jumps oot in front ay us, ken? Wavin ehs airrms aboot n that. The bairn starts f*ckin screamin, gied hur a real fright, ken? So ah f*ckin panels the c*nt, punches the f*ckin wide-o in the mooth, or whair ah thought ehs mooth wis, under that suit, ken? Too f*ckin right! Disneyland or nae f*ckin Disneyland, disnae gie the c*nt the excuse tae jump oot in front ay the bairn, ken.

Thing is, these polis c*nts, f*ckin guns n aw ya c*nt, nae f*ckin joke, ah'm tellin ye, they sais tae ays: "Whit's the f*cking score here, mate," bit likesay American, ken? So ah goes, noddin ower tae this bear c*nt: C*nt jumped oot in front ay the bairn. Well ootay f*ckin order! The polis c*nt jist says somethin aboot the boy mibbe bein a bit too keen, its ehs joab, ken??. The other yin sais somethin like: Mibbe the wee lassie's frightened ay bears, ken?

So then this radge in a yellay jaykit comes along. Ah tipples right away thit eh's that bear c*nt's gaffer, likesay. Eh apologises tae ays, then turns tae the bear c*nt n sais: Wir gaunny huv tae lit ye go mate. They wir jist gaunny, likes, gie the boy ehs f*cking cairds like that. This is nae good tae us, eh tells the boy. This perr c*nt in the bear suit, eh's goat the head oaf now, likes; the c*nt's nearly greetin, gaun oan aboot needin the joab tae pey ehs wey through college. So ah gits a hud ay this radge in the yellay jaykit n sais: Hi mate, yir ootay order here. Thir's nae need tae gie the boy ehs cairds. It's aw sorted oot.

Mean tae say, ah banged the c*nt awright, bit ah didnae want the boy tae lose ehs joab, ken. Ah ken whit it's f*ckin like. It's aw a great laugh whin they chuck that redundancy poppy it ye, bit that disnae last firivir, ken. Aw they doss c*nts thit blow the dough oan nowt. Thuv goat mates they nivir kent they hud - till the f*ckin hireys run oot. Anywey, this supervisor radge goes: S'up tae you mate. You're happy?, c*nt keeps ehs joab.Then eh turns tae the boy n sais: Yir f*ckin lucky, ah'm tellin ye. If it wisnae fir the boy here, ken, ye'd be pickin up yir cairds, but this is aw American, likesay, ye ken how aw they doss c*nts talk, oan the telly n that.

The c*nt ah gubbed, this bear c*nt goes: Really sorry, mate, ma fault, ken. So ah jist sais: Sound by me. The polis n the supervisor boy f*cked off n the bear c*nt turns n sais: Thanks a lot, buddy. Have a nice day. Ah thoat fir a minute, ah'll f*cking gie ye nice day, ya c*nt, jumpin oot in front ay the f*ckin bairn. Bit ah jist left it, ken, nae hassle tae nae c*nt. Boy's entitled tae keep ehs joab; that wis ma good deed fir the day. Ah jist goes: Aye, you n aw, mate.

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"Music is what opened the road for me so that I may be somebody in this life."

Arturo Sandoval

It is a confoundyous injective so to say, Shaun the fiery
boy shouted, naturally incensed, as he shook the red pepper out
of his auricles. And another time please confine your glaring in-
tinuations to some other mordant body. What on the physiog
of this furnaced planet would I be doing besides your verjuice?
That is more than I can fix, for the teom bihan, anyway. So let I
and you now kindly drop that, angryman! That's not French
pastry. You can take it from me

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?

I did.

And what did you want?

To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

Raymond Carver

'I ask not only that my city, but all, give themselves to the essence of our cult - the ritual assembly of an interested coterie in a space where magic can be made and miracles occur."

Bruce Mason

"Works of art are indeed always products of having been in danger, of having gone to the very end in an experience, to where man can go no further."

Rainer Maria Rilke

You cannot put a rope around the neck of an idea;
you cannot put an idea up against the barrack-square wall and riddle it with bullets;
you cannot confine it in the strongest prison cell your slaves could ever build.

Sean O'Casey

When the isolated drops meet they share the majesty of the ocean to which they belong

M.K.Ghandi

"Life's most persistent and urgent question is: What are you doing for others?"
- Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep..."

--From The Tempest (IV, i, 156-157)

Have no friends not equal to yourself.
Confucius (551 BC - 479 BC), The Confucian Analects

Big Maester Finnykin with Phenicia
Parkes, lame of his ear and gape of her leg, most correctingly,
we beseach of you, down their laddercase of nightwatch service
and bring them at suntime flush with the nethermost gangrung
of their stepchildren, guide them through the labyrinth of their
samilikes and the alteregoases of their pseudoselves, hedge them
bothways from all roamers whose names are ligious, from loss
of bearings deliver them; so they keep to their rights and be
ware of duty frees, neoliffic smith and magdalenian jinnyjones

Tell us in franca langua. And call a spate a spate. Did they never sharee you ebro
at skol, you antiabecedarian? It's just the same as if I was to go
par examplum now in conservancy's cause out of telekinesis and
proxenete you. For coxyt sake and is that what she is? Botlettle
I thought she'd act that loa. Didn't you spot her in her windaug,
wubbling up on an osiery chair, with a meusic before her all
cunniform letters, pretending to ribble a reedy derg on a fiddle
she bogans without a band on?

The great fall of the
offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends
an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park
where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-
linsfirst loved livvy.

I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.

Duke Ellington

Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.

Mark Twain

Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon and star.

Confucius

The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.

Maya Angelou

Arguments are to be avoided; they are always vulgar and often convincing.

Oscar Wilde

America had often been discovered before Columbus, but it had always been hushed up.

Oscar Wilde

If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor.

Albert Einstein

Quick Fix
by William S. Burroughs
To put the country simple, earth has a lot of things other folks might want...like the whole planet. And maybe these folks would like a few changes made. Like more carbon Dioxide in the atmosphere, and room for their way of life. We've seen this happen before, right in these United States.
Your way of life destroyed the Indian's way of life.

The Indian reservation is extinction.

But I offer this distinction. I'm with the invaders, no use trying to hide that. And at the same, I disagree with some of the things they are doing.

Oh were not united anymore than you are

Oh we're not united anymore than you are.

Conservative factions is set on nuclear war as a solution to the Indian personality.

Others disagree

Others disagree

I don't claim that my methods are one hundred percent humane, but I do say, if we can't think of anything quieter, and tidier than that...

We are all not that much better than new earth aches.

There is no place else to go

The theater is closed

There is no place els to go

The theater is closed

Cut word lines

Cut music lines

Smash the control images

Smash the control machine

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer,

it sings because it has a song.

I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra
Ishmael Reed


'The devil must be forced to reveal any such physical evil
(potions, charms, fetishes, etc.) still outside the body
and these must be burned.' (Rituale Romanum, published
1947, endorsed by the coat-of-arms and introductory
letter from Francis cardinal Spellman)


I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra,
sidewinders in the saloons of fools
bit my forehead like O
the untrustworthiness of Egyptologists
who do not know their trips. Who was that
dog-faced man? they asked, the day I rode
from town.

School marms with halitosis cannot see
the Nefertiti fake chipped on the run by slick
germans, the hawk behind Sonny Rollins' head or
the ritual beard of his axe; a longhorn winding
its bells thru the Field of Reeds.

I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. I bedded
down with Isis, Lady of the Boogaloo, dove
deep down in her horny, stuck up her Wells-Far-ago
in daring midday getaway. 'Start grabbing the
blue,' I said from top of my double crown.

I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Ezzard Charles
of the Chisholm Trail. Took up the bass but they
blew off my thumb. Alchemist in ringmanship but a
sucker for the right cross.

I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Vamoosed from
the temple i bide my time. The price on the wanted
poster was a-going down, outlaw alias copped my stance
and moody greenhorns were making me dance;
while my mouth's
shooting iron got its chambers jammed.

I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Boning-up in
the ol' West i bide my time. You should see
me pick off these tin cans whippersnappers. I
write the motown long plays for the comeback of
Osiris. Make them up when stars stare at sleeping
steer out here near the campfire. Women arrive
on the backs of goats and throw themselves on
my Bowie.

I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Lord of the lash,
the Loup Garou Kid. Half breed son of Pisces and
Aquarius. I hold the souls of men in my pot. I do
the dirty boogie with scorpions. I make the bulls
keep still and was the first swinger to grape the taste.

I am a cowboy in his boat. Pope Joan of the
Ptah Ra. C/mere a minute willya doll?
Be a good girl and
bring me my Buffalo horn of black powder
bring me my headdress of black feathers
bring me my bones of Ju-Ju snake
go get my eyelids of red paint.
Hand me my shadow

I'm going into town after Set

I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra

look out Set here i come Set
to get Set to sunset Set
to unseat Set to Set down Set

usurper of the Royal couch
imposter RAdio of Moses' bush
party pooper O hater of dance
vampire outlaw of the milky way

Lowly, longly, a wail went forth. Pure Yawn lay low. On the
mead of the hillock lay, heartsoul dormant mid shadowed land-
shape, brief wallet to his side, and arm loose, by his staff of citron
briar, tradition stick-pass-on. His dream monologue was over,
of cause, but his drama parapolylogic had yet to be, affact. Most
distressfully (but, my dear, how successfully!) to wail he did,
his locks of a lucan tinge, quickrich, ripely rippling, unfilleted,
those lashbetasselled lids on the verge of closing time, whiles
ouze of his sidewiseopen mouth the breath of him, evenso
languishing as the princeliest treble treacle or lichee chewchow
purse could buy. Yawn in a semiswoon lay awailing and (hooh!)
what helpings of honeyful swoothead (phew!), which ear-
piercing dulcitude! As were you suppose to go and push with
your bluntblank pin in hand upinto his fleshasplush cushionettes
of some chubby boybold love of an angel. Hwoah!
When, as the buzzer brings the light brigade, keeping the
home fires burning, so on the churring call themselves came at
him, from the westborders of the eastmidlands, three kings of
three suits and a crowner, from all their cardinal parts, along
the amber way where Brosna's furzy. To lift them they did,
senators four, by the first quaint skreek of the gloaming and
they hopped it up the mountainy molehill, traversing climes
of old times gone by of the days not worth remembering;
inventing some excusethems, any sort, having a sevenply