Hella cool beatnik poem by Sean Twohig . Read by me ,Jedidiah, while driving a van around Berlin with my girlfriend. There is the soundscape of Berlin Jazz radio raindrops and hipsters.
The podcast starts with me reading the poem for a second time in an attempt to sound more casual European. The second half of the pod is my first reading, sounding very American and with full bombast.
I like the poem and the soundscape of this podcast. A true poetic field recording.
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The rhythm is,
You burn petrol gasoline for 2 days
And soak in sacred waters stolen from the natives for three...
The rhythm is,
I comb out my hair and toss clumps off the deck,
So that rats can take it to their nests and I become one with them.
The rhythm is,
Five shooting stars and five secrets that shant be spoken of.
The rhythm is,
Dreams all night,
Including when I get home and dream deep of rising through the darkness.
To a child, the rhythm is,
It makes sense to drive 10 miles for
5 pieces of candy, which turns out to be 20
Teach 'em to poison themselves young
In America, the rhythm is,
The tipping point of world collapse,
But there's still time for a surf contest.
The rhythm of cool,
Is faster than talk,
Because cool means you want to listen to someone before they've even finished their first sentence.
The rhythm of sunshine on a rainy day.
The rhythm of calcium absorption, and mountain decay, found in life on other planets.
The rhythm of things that disappear
Like waves breaking that no one catches
The rhythm of a phone that dies at 20%
Tipping point
3 foot dead fish in front of the shoe store
Gulf stream free energy solutions
Art becomes illegal when it's capable of rocking the boat
Like that guy in the 70's who invented a car that runs on water
Sounds crazy
But nowadays anyone could do that, they're just afraid to
Dodging tazers in my nighttime thoughts before sleep
Missed my chance to be a teacher
Who would listen to a whole universe that's alive?
Natural building got chucked off the list
No one could believe in homeless solutions that cost less than $600 per person
Waves get a lot bigger
Maybe big enough to knock you out of your comfort zone
But it will be too late to course correct by then
You know God loves you when your experience shapes itself around your consciousness
But this is also terrifying in a recursive sort of way
Fear mongering must be fun or it wouldn't be so popular
The one percent of the one percent are the people who know what they're doing
This one's for you, light-whipper
Cracked a conch shell as she smooshed it into a clay third-eye
Making things natural is hard
Unless you don't try very much
22 throes before I'm impressed
Forgot about my smile until it lit someone else up
The rhythm of a name I had to try and try to remember.
Thinking all about the person,
Eventually it came to me
And a while later I fell asleep
After a few more things I couldn't think of
So many babies being born to break free
Busting loose from the business game
Costly references to the last resort ski lodge
China mountain electric state
Mexican whore house climax
West cliff rainbow hair
4:44 is the rhythm
Blasting roller boats and viral opposition
Vote for the proposition to end voter fraud
Sturdy umbrella for an inner tube sail boat situation
It would only work in one direction
Like, this is really happening
And your belief in it, drives it's rhythm
Dream state irony gets funny and hard
Sun rises out of the highest mountain
Peaking it's rays across the range of light
Son says to mother
"You're a unique one,"
Radical Connector also took a while to recall
Kick the can,
But don't
I can't
Land in the 25%
That remain after the cataclysm
Like they thought the bubonic plague would never happen again
Circuit theory goes around and around
Open a lock with that can cut down the middle
Get sued by the company
I was never afraid… poem continues
