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