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Date: Sat,
6 Nov 2010 00:22:18 -0700 (PDT)
Subject:
Ron's 31st cd the last great truthtellers 23 tracks to be recorded Iceland
11/23/10
the last great truthtellers my
final love song dedicated
to Hunter and Anita Thompson front
cover artwork portrait of Hunter S. Thompson by Russel Hulsey. back cover
artwork giant mural of Hunter on side of The Monkey Wrench. back cover also
includes 23 track list. bottom front
& back cover = a Published in Heaven The Moving Mystery Theatre DiY Do It
Yourself production for The Global Literary Renaissance in this already gone
baby bone ghost to ghost coast to coast fleeting vanishing memory called
Iceland Kentucky in this already gone baby gone i said gone world (if
executive producer comes on board to fund project name of their record label
will also be added) inside
booklet will include = Track List and all credits, one Gonzo artwork each by
Scott Shuffitt, J. B. Wilson, Andy Cook, Emil Walton, and Jeremy Dixon plus
photos of all performers/everyone involved in recording surrounding the giant
ancient gravemarker with runes on it in Reykjavik's oldest downtown
graveyard, Olafur Gunnarsson & Ron & everyone on cd recording
& @ birthday recording bash at base of The Viking Mountain, Birgitta
& Icelanders & Tibetan refugees & 2 Icelandic policemen & Ron
standing arm in arm in front of Reykjavik Chinese Embassy Free Tibet Rally
plus other Iceland photos plus hopefully including Russel Hulsey portrait
artwork of Anita Thompson. all 23
tracks to be recorded in English and Icelandic (plus Never Give Up also in
Spanish & Tibetan) all done in one Live take @ Storra Klopp/Big Rock
Olafur Gunnarsson Clan home Ron's 60 birthday bash november 23rd 2010 (also
Michael's 57th birthday bash). entire cd including music will be unlike
any cd ever produced. Marlon Pollock will be sound engineer plus mix
plus perform with Tonya & whoever else he chooses electronica techno
euro heavy dance floor beat but Icelandic rap/hip hop of some of the pieces
i'll read in English. want Michael & Danny Pollock (& whoever
else they choose) to play their magical guitars going beyond Jeff
Beck (You Had It Coming) Master Musicians of Joujouka soul journey into and beyond
ecstatic states to angel realms cause army of angels gonna be singing with
us. Hilmar Orn Hilmarsson HOH or Marlon will master. depending on who i
find willing to come on board as Executive Producer and fund production i'd
like to bring out 2,500 to 5,000 copies = half will be sold in Iceland half
in USA. will pay/barter everyone involved in production process,
including myself with limited number of cds. doing this for love, not
money, and to honor my friends Hunter and Anita Thompson, and to build bridge
tween The International GONZO FESTIVAL, 1st of which just held at
The Monkey Wrench in The Highlands (where Hunter grew up) Louisville Kentucky
& The 1st ever International STORM GENERATION FESTIVAL which i'm
producing with Iceland's best next June summer solstice 2011 daylight 24/7 4
days/nights inside/outside Reykjavik. hoping STORM FESTIVAL will be
filmed for one hour documentary/dvd plus photographed for coffee table size
photo/text book. the last great truthtellers my
final love song dedicated
to Hunter & Anita Thompson produced
by nobody nowhere produced by the wind weaving through cedar and pine winding
through cracks of old farmhouse attic walls whispering conjuring spirits of loving
kinfolk produced by holy softly singing creative spirits angels singing
whispered lullabies
in my heart waking me bringing gifted visions this cd produced beyond all socalled
time and space this cd already Published in Heaven cd to be
printed in Nashville Tennessee but with all the manuel labor done by prison
cell inmates
jesus johnny cash mickey pollock olafur no guitars and me all of us locked up slave
outlaws outside Eddyville in The Kentucky State Penitentieary yes slave
laboring outlaws arrested in Nashville Tennessee our return grehound ticket
to Kentucky free yes
even before we got to The Ryman off that grehound bus 3am they arrested us
cause suspicious we looked we be so the cops arrested us and hauled
our asses back to Kentucky and locked us up in The Kentucky State
Penitentiary where well now jesus johnny cash mickey pollock olafur no
guitars and me we be breakin rocks but no matter what they do to us we
always refuse we will not bow down we will never give up cause outlaws we
will always yes outlaws we are and forever damn proud to be new cd
projected release date usa and iceland last week february or first week of
march with official worldwide release just prior to and during 1st ever
International STORM GENERATION FESTIVAL june summer solstice 2011. ok.
here's 23 track list with titles and performer suggestions. this of
course can & will change depending on availability and desire
of each invited to be part of this dream come true project. Michael
& Marlon Pollock will oversee music production. also sending poem
text for each track so someone (Michael?) can be translating them. thanks!!!. Track
1) woodsmoke
= voice only - Ron read English then without missing beat
Iceland Viking Woman reads same in Icelandic (new Prime Minister,
Birgitta, Elsa, Tonya, Johanna, Lay Low, Bjork, Marlon's X (don't remember
her name she kicked ass singing with us at Airwaves, Haldor Laxness' grand
daughter i read with one night at big event Michael produced not remembering
her name now, anyway you all decide who be best of course yes be sweet for
new Prime Minister to read this short piece & be included on cd) woodsmoke amethyst
asphodel azure bronze copper diamond
dust ebony emerald gold indigo jade
jasper lavender opal pearl pine resin sapphire
silver turquoise water wine woods woodsmoke (we'll
take care of all proper credits when layout & design done. all poems
written by Ron
Whitehead with exception of: Kentucky Reclamation by Shelley Vaughn Hora
& Ron Whitehead plus The Storm Generation Manifesto by Olafur Gunnarsson
& Ron Whitehead plus Never Give Up by His Holiness The Dalai Lama &
Ron Whitehead plus Desert by Michael Dean Odin Pollock.) Track
2) greyhound
into and outta tennessee open with
me softly singing almost whisper singing accapella 1st stanza of
"Amazing Grace" then with only one beat or maybe none immediately
female Icelandic Viking woman sings same in Icelandic (Johanna or Law Low or
Marlon's ex or Bjork you decide) Amazing
Grace, how sweet the sound, That
saved a wretch like me, I once
was lost but now am found, Was
blind, but now I see then Ron
reads the poem in English immediately followed without missing a beat Olafur
reads same poem in Icelandic while both Ron & Olafur read Michael plays
slide guitar and somebody Danny? plays steel guitar with Michael's friend
(not remembering his name now) plays forlorn harmonica then at end of poem
Ron & whoever female Viking woman sang 1st stanza Amazing Grace then
at end of poem she & Ron together with Ron in English she in Icelandic
sing accapella simultaneously together entire 1st verse of Amazing Grace to
close poem Ron's singing will be more poet song almost whispered
accompaniment to female Viking singer's voice. greyhound
into & out of tennessee on a
greyhound bus we rode the
viking hillbilly apocalypse revue an outlaw
band we were and be on a
greyhound bus we rode into
nashville tennessee straight but
staggerin from kentucky on a
greyhound bus we rode guitars johnny cash jesus
mickey pollock olafur and me we be
outlaws damn proud to be we rode
right but all wrong direct with guns
and bullets arrivin 3am drinkin
rattlesnake blood chasin it with
lightnin at 3am arrivin greyhound station
nashville tennessee gonna determined
to be popular as viking hillbilly
new jerusalem outlaws in nashville
tennessee ridin with rebel jesus johnny
cash mickey pollock guitars olafur and me
well yes we looked suspicious and it
sure as hell didn't take long for the
cops to stop and bust us long
before we made it to the ryman in
nashville tennessee so now we're gettin
off the greyhound return ticket free yeah
they shipped our asses back to
kentucky to the kentucky state penitentiary
so here we sit outside eddyville
without our guitars in prison cells
rebel jesus johnny cash mickey pollock no
guitars olafur and me and yes i admit that
we're outlaws damn proud to be and so by
god outlaws we'll always by god be Amazing
Grace, how sweet the sound, That
saved a wretch like me, I once
was lost but now am found, Was
blind, but now I see, T'was
Grace that taught my heart to love And Grace,
my fears relieved, How
precious did that Grace appear The hour
I first believed. Through
many dangers, toils and snares I have
already come; 'Tis
Grace that brought me safe thus far and Grace
will lead me home. The Lord
has promised good to me. Great
Spirit's word my hope secures. Great
Spirit will my shield and portion be, As long
as life endures. When
we've been here ten thousand years Bright
shining as the sun. We've no
less days to sing Great Spirit's praise Than when
we've first begun. Amazing
Grace, how sweet the sound, That
saved a wretch like me. I once
was lost but now am found. Was
blind, but now I see. Track
3) a shower at 4:12am Ron
English then without missing a beat female (Laxness granddaughter? you
decide) voice
only no musicial accompaniment a
shower at 4:12am a shower
at 4:12am of
meteors in the
northeast full moon Track
4) please
don't say goodbye nothing is lost nothing forgotten Ron
English/MEGAS Icelandic with Michael playing high lost lonesome crying
weeping electric guitar with MEGAS joining Michael after he be done
reading pome please
don't say goodbye nothing
is lost nothing forgotten please
don't say goodbye climb
into your rusted blue '46 Dodge
pickup and yes head west
dropping beer cans through
the hole in the floor right
next to the gear shift scatter
Budweisers cross Kansas please
don't look back don't wave
don't cry hold onto to that
damn vibrating pulling hard to the left steering
wheel and everytime you stop for gas
or to take a beer piss make sure
and check the air in that
bald right front tire here's 23
dollars it's all i've got and no
shut the hell up i don't want to
hear it i want you to have
it don't look back you'll
always be with me no matter where you
go and i with you please
don't say goodbye nothing
is lost nothing forgotten Track
5) Kentucky Reclamation Ron
English Marlon Tonya Michael Olafur Oli Palli several Icelanders can split
share sections of Icelandic (poem part only. i'll read prelude/opening in
English only)with everybody joining in at end chanting in English &
Icelandic go GONZO go go go Michael
& Marlon decide on music Kentucky Reclamation for
Hunter Shaman & Anita Thompson &
everybody at The Gonzo Monkey Wrench The Highlands Louisville Kentucky
everybody who performed attended produced outlaw band of gypsy freak misfit
truthtellers who produced The 1st ever International GONZO FESTIVAL all
of us The Wandering FREAK PARTY CLAN Beduoin Viking Hillbilly
Native Aboriginal Indigenous Yogi Creative Cave Dwelling Dragon Riding Soaring
Third Eye Seeing Nabi Gypsy Fearless Warrior Searching
Always Still and Forever Searching for IT IT IT NOT
BOWING DOWN ALWAYS REFUSING NEVER GIVING UP RELENTLESS PERSEVERING STORM
GENERATION Bodhisattva Indigo Spritual Stealth Guerilla Warrior Children with
The Brazoned Blazened Tattooed Graffitied Creative Forces of The Universe
Mark of Cain Clan the Real People The Real Seen and Unseen Creative Artists
forever dwelling in The Shadow fully understanding knowing that The
Creative Imagination is the shortest distance between two points and is The
Bridge between the spiritual and material and all other realms who
continually fight for the right to party & living fire
breathing being having to fight also perpetually continually to be our
dreams relentlessly fighting for the right to be ourselves our trueselves our
realselves!!!!!!! Long Live ALCHEMICALLY CRUCIBLED VIKING HILLBILLY KENTUCKY
ICELAND HILLBILLY THE VIKING MOUNTAIN NATURAL BRIDGE RATTLESNAKE BLOOD
DRINKING CHASING IT WITH SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS OF LIGHTNING BACTERIA GERM VIRUS
SIN EATER SHAMAN FEARLESS NO FEAR TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE TODAY IS A GOOD
DAY TO LIVE BORN TO DIE BORN TO LIVE BIRTH THE JOURNEY DEATH FORGIVING
GIVING ALL WE ARE BE NOW AND FOREVER GIVING WITHOUT ANY ANTICIPATION OF RECIPROCATION
AVANT-GARDE WARRIOR ALIEN DDTED MUTAN FARMYBOY
FARMGIRL ARCTURIAN LEAPING LAUGHING JOYFUL THANKFUL OFF THE EDGE
DWELLING NOWHERE IN NOTHING WE DO NOT WANT WHAT IS NOT OURS INTERGALACTIC
INTERDIMENSIONAL NABI UPLIFTING INSPIRING COMFORTING HEALING ENTERTAINING
AWAKENING WHIRLING SHAPESHIFITING TRUTHTELLER GO GONZO GO GO GO GO MYSTIC
VISIONARY STARING WITH WOLF EYES DEEP INTO THE EYES OF GOD ONE
WITH GREAT SPIRIT CREATIVE FORCES OF THE UNIVERSE MOTHER EARTH FATHER
SON SACRED SITED ELEMENTAL BEINGS ANGELS ANGEL POEMSONG POET
PROPHET LIGHTNING STORM GENERATION 13 GRANDMOTHERS 13 CRYSTAL SKULSS HOLY
INDIGENOUS SPIRIT'S OPEN NERVE IF YOU'RE NOT BRAVE ENOUGH YET TO BE ONE OF US
OF OUR CLAN BUT WANT TO BE AND HAVE THE DESIRE ABILITY DEEP FEARLESS
DETERMINED PERSEVERANCE WILL POWER LETTING GO ALL FEAR ALL PAIN YEARNING
MEMBER OF OUR MYSTIC MEMORY THEATRE STORM GENERATION CLAN TO BE MORE THAN THE
STORM TO BE THE EYE OF THE FUCKING STORM THEN WE'LL OPENHEARTEDLY MENTOR
EMBRACE ACCEPT YOU AS WE HAVE BEEN MENTORED EMBRACED ACCEPTED TAUGHT TRAINED
YOU WILL IF YOU HAVE THE FEARLESSNESS AND PROVE IT BY BEING IT DESIRE TO BE
THE WHIRLING SINGING BLIND SEEING ALL & EVERYTHING INTERGALACTIC
INTERDIMENSIONAL POET SHAMAN DRAGON FIRE BREATHING PROPHET TRUTHTELLER OF OUTLAW
SORCERY THEN YOU DEAR BLOOD SISTER BLOOD BROTHER WILL BE ARE ONE OF US THEN
THIS BE TOO FOR YOU!!!!!!!!! Quebec
and Lowell and NYC & San Fran & Orlando have Jack Jack I said burn baby
burn King of The Beats Jack Kerouac On The Road give me the wild ones Paterson &
New York City & Boulder have Allen Allen I said
Kaddish Allen Ginsberg I see the best fearless minds Howl baby Howl St. Louis
NYC Mexico City Tangier Paris NYC Lawrence The Bunkered Toad Clan
has William
William yes dammit I said Junkie yes The Exterminator William S.
Burroughs Naked Lunch Italy
France NYC North Carolina San Francisco has Lawrence Lawrence I said
dammit listen to me look deep into my eyes & listen I said City
Lights Bookstore & Books Mecca for independent thought thinkers iconoclasts
disappearing truthtellers 1st paperback bookstore in the usa on the
farout left
coast 261 Columbus Avenue North Beath San Francisco I said dammit the most
important living poet on the planet today 92 years old but still hanging come on Lawrence
hang on with my friend John Tytell's help we got him nominated for the
Nobel Prize in Literature which he deserves more than anyone just like Ginsberg &
Burroughs did & others Gary Snyder Wendell Berry others that for
whatever reason were are considered too radical like me & all the
fuck we want to
do & have devoted our lives to is to make the world a better place
in which to live
for all of us & so like The Dalai Lama & Gandhi &
Mother Teresa & Rumi
& Mama & Daddy & Thomas Merton & Gregory Chaney &
William Blake & Edgar
Cayce & Muhammad Ali & Neal Cassady & Gregory
Corso & Diane di
Prima & Anne Waldman & Ken Kesey & The Merry
Pranksters which includes
yes our own my dear friends Captain America Merry Prankster Ed
McClanahan & Guerney Norman THE WHOLE EARTH CATALOG & James
Baker Hall & oh dear Great Spirit oh Creative Forces of The Universe
whoever the hell
it is keeps sending me us poems & songs thank you i love you i love
you which
brings us now finally to the time to closing time closing time in Louisville Kentucky
Louisville Kentucky & its about damn beyond time beyond closing time where is
time well the time the closing time has finally come at last arrived for us to
reclaim to refuckingclaim one of the greatest iconoclastic one of the most
fearless outlaw
rebel writers of alltime of all I said of alltime to reclaim our native
brother son native
son so now right now the time has come always right on time never too late everything
is always right on closing time yes we're here by God to reclaim reclaim from
Louisville The Highlands Louisville to Florida to New York to San Francisco
round the world
to Owl Farm Woody Creek Aspen Colorado and beyond beyond beyond always
beyond beyond IT beyond all boundaries break on through to the other side and keep
on keepin on breakin on through to all the other sides nothing ever ends the
journey is IT IT so now right now we're here in Louisville The Highlands
Kentucky closing
time we're here us yes us this band this band of misfits of delinquents of outlaws
yes to live outside the law you must be honest and oh hellyes honest
fearlessly honest we
be regardless of the consequences truthteller poets writers honest fearless outlaws
we be and so we're by God right here right now reclaiming reclaiming our native
son practicing some long way too long overdue poetry of hillbilly outlaw Kentucky
Reclamation Sorcery reclaiming the one and only for Louisville The Highlands Kentucky
right here right now at Dennie Humphrey's The Monkey Wrench here in the heart of
The Highlands Louisville Kentucky right now right here at The Monkey Wrench the new
International GONZO Hangoutology Monkey Wrench Gang Headquarters we're
here reclaiming here at The 1st ever International GONZO FESTIVAL we're reclaiming
the one and only the one and only i said the one and only KING KING OF GONZO
KING OF GONZO GONZO GONZO Dr. Hunter Stockton Shaman yes Shaman
Thompson The Now and Forever KING OF GONZO DR. HUNTER STOCKTON SHAMAN I
said dammit dammit I said SHAMAN THOMPSON so KEEP LOUISVILLE GONZO
KEEP LOUISVILLE GONZO KEEP LOUISVILLE KEEP LOUISVILLE GONZO KEEP yes
you heard us we said KEEP KEEP KEEP LOUISVILLE LOUISVILLE LOUISVILLE
KENTUCKY go GONZO go go go and
always remember to ask yourself WHAT WOULD HUNTER DO yes
always remember to ask WHAT WOULD HUNTER SHAMAN THOMPSON DO!!!! go GONZO
go go go WHAT WOULD HUNTER DO go GONZO go go go go Track
6) the fullness of my flawedness guilty of everything failure has
been is and always will be my greatest success Ron
English then GAK Icelandic the
fullness of my flawedness guilty of everything failure has been is
and always will be my greatest success i embrace the
fullness of my flawedness guilty of
everything failure
has been is and always will be
my greatest success i embrace
the fullness of my flawedness Track
7) i had a lick of sense Ron
English Reuben Icelandic Reuben
guitar i
had a lick of sense once upon
a time i had a
lick of sense but it
sure didn't take me long to spend
it Track
8) swooping crane Ron
English Bragi Icelandic Michael
minimal note solitary guitar swooping
crane river's
edge...sunrise fog thick
fog...dimly see...cane pole jug of
red wine listen...listen...distant train...distant
train..swooping crane Track
9) learning to talk with crows Ron
English Thor Icelandic learning
to talk with crows a long
time ago in a land far away in the
wooded wilderness of my pioneer Kentucky boyhood Daddy
taught me how to talk with crows his foot
on the one he shot a murder of them circling above Track
10) Daddy taught me how to meditate to listen to be fearless Ron
English Hilmar Orn Hilmarsson HOH Icelandic some kind
of musical accompaniment/eery spooked in the forest alone with wild
animals but choosing determined to be being fearless music Daddy
taught me how to meditate to listen to be fearless I as
Daddy grew closer to death as Daddy
grew closer to death i searched for and found a winding
dirt hill country backroad backroad to wander where i
hear a bobwhite a warbling wren distant crowing roosters and the
grinding crashing gnashing sounds of machines vanish II after
Daddy left his body i slept after
Daddy left his body and stepped fully into the
spirit world i bicycyled the overgrown lost and forgotten western Kentucky
tree laned backroads of my youth searching my life i now
sleep on the floor next to the staring eyes of a horned animal skull III Daddy
taught me Daddy
taught me how to be
fearless with
animals and people including
packs of wild dogs IV Daddy
taught me how to sit still alone Daddy
taught me how to sit still alone in the
woods at sunrise and sunset to not
move for hours listening waiting hunting
wind leaves tall trees crows hawks wild animals Track
11) one good strong Mother Ron
English Johanna or Elsa or Birgitta or Tonya or Bjork or another Viking
Mother minimal
music/a few notes/Michale guitar? one
good strong Mother the
strongest and best man aren't
nearly as strong or as
good as one
good strong Mother Track
12) zero tolerance, a sermon Ron
English Marlon & Tonya excerpt phrases lines & rap/hip hop longside my
reading with Michael playing guitar (& Michael decide whoelse to add)
& Marlon/Tonya
electronica/techno (whatever else) heading twards building cranking
up the volume to way beyond dance floor universal ecstatic whirling sufi
beyond wild blind visionary wailing lightning visionary beat zero tolerance a sermon
it's too
late to go off the grid well the last
final closing time escape even if
when you're i'm we're arrested shot disappeared
buried rotting in open graves the last
final closing time escape from the
grid well if you still have the
desire the courage to get off the grid or the
awareness even of what the fuck the grid
is the only way left now to get
off the grid and well you've dug deep
enough to become fearless enough to
face to embrace your own inevitable
death well the last final only escape from
the grid is right here right now in the
completely naked open honest last
stand thought word heart soul action creative
spiritual high noon blazing desert sun
turquoise sky no more hiding escaping and i
mean no more hiding escaping to anywhere
as in any i said anywhere on this
terribly beautiful green mother luna moth
Mother Earth the greed powermongers their
satellites and their giant computers know exactly
where i you we are they know whatever
they think they need and want to know they
trust no one not even their Mamas and certainly
not themselves so absolutely without any doubt
any equivocation they trust no one no one
especially us us the real people the real
genuine honest open and fucking proud of
it freaks we are the freak party the freak
clan the freak tribe they sure don't
trust us freaks yes i'm we're freaks and damn
proud to be they trust no one they are so far
gone they won't experience redemption until and
after innumerable interminable lifetimes as less
than microscopic pain pus filled rotting
nothingness buried buried for lifetimes in the
heart of Saturn's ass rotting stinking Saturned pieces
less than microscopic fragments of Saturn's assholed
upper coloned shit so ladies and gentlemen all
beings visible and invisible seen and unseen the time has
arrived yes closing time is here but well yet well my heart my
intuition tells me wakes me every morning at 3am to
let me know that by choosing love instead of fear
that regardless of what the majority of fear motivated
humans are doing that by fearlessly choosing despite
any and all failures stubbornly continuing persevering choosing
love as primary motivator then some of us somehow will
miraculously make it through the darkness this rapidly increasing
intensifying avalanching transition which is only gonna
pick up speed some of us gonna go on make it through start
anew all new some of us have already broken through started
rebirthed anew and let me tell you it feels damn good i mean
real damn good to choose love to live to come out of whatever
closet you're hiding fearfully hidling in come out and fearlessly
be your self true self be your dream therefore and so from
this moment i mean right now and anybody who even has an
inkling of the beginning of an understanding of time well you
already know that time actually doesn't i said so-called time
especially Gregorian time doesn't actually exist yet another brainwashed
Constantinian Gregorian Machiavellian machinated lie lie
greed powermonger lie which doesn't actually exist and even now this
moment fleeting moment is already gone baby gone coast to
coast to coast ghost to ghost to ghost and even gone baby way
gone way beyond beyond any and all vanishing points what the
hell is reality where the hell are we why have we murdered over 160
million humans in the past century in one endless bloody greed
powermonger war ceaseless senseless war after another tell me
please tell me why so what gives you yes you the right to deprive
life of all its poetry its mysticism its terrible beauty so as of this
nonexistent moment i yes nada nobody i declare that henceforth
and forevermore in the neverforever i declare that i have zero
tolerance for everything i have zero tolerance for proving myself to
anyone i pledge allegiance to only being my ever changing
ever evolving non-existent paradoxically non-existent 3rd
dimensional intergalactic interdimensional true self true honest failure
my greatest success recognizing as i say it that failure is merely
yet another learning experience opportunity to grow my soul
grow my guilty of everything self which is nada nothing you are i
am we are nothing nobodies but the temporal ephemeral will of
the wisp auroura borealis here gone here gone perpetually appearing
momentarily then disappearing even more rapidly vanishing dreamed
vapor of hope and love of honesty and the pathless land of truth
at least as much as we can fearlessly be and what is that well somehow
somewhere deep inside me a still small voice incessantly
whispers assuring reminding me despite any and all anxiety
and despair reminds me to be to remain hopeful to choose despite
my continual so-called failures to choose relentlessly choose
love to be open honest fearless reminds me that i have a pure
honest soft gentle kind huge enlarged heart but yes i have failed
continue to fail time and again at all of the above so many times
that despite any and all of my pure intentions my daily prayers
meditations visualizations i have zero tolerance zero tolerance
for all governments and laws and religions and marriages and
divorces and churches and undertakers and suburbs and malls and
pollution and drug tests drug laws sobriety tests background
checks standardized tests and seat belts and underwear
and panties and schools and pharisees and judgmentalists
and advertisements and lobbyists and electoral colleges
and mitch mcconnell and rush limbow neutered gangreenrich mosquitoes
and self-righteous arrogance elitism and suicide bombers
and death squads and injustice in all its manifestations the only
government for me is the government of individual responsibility
and helping my friends and neighbors and practicing
hangoutology we are all yes we are all dirty filthy dirty
potatoes floating in the same tub of oil and chemical filled
polluted dead zone water beargrass creek the ohio the mississippi
all streams creeks rivers ponds lakes seas oceans and yes
now certainly the gulf of mexico destroyed and i say fuck bp
and regardless of what the british prime minister and their
parasite queen say in their sweet talking bullshit lies attempting
miserably to cover up their intentional felonies i say bp
should be persecuted what after 790plus felonies crimes
against the environment against mother earth against all of us
including their bp parasite queen greed powermonger government
oil companies retarded idiot selves always paying enough
corrupt assholes off to get off come out squeaky clean go on
being more than lethally mean same as the mountaintop removal
coal mine operator owners continue to do they too should be
persecuted first degree felony forced to face the karmic consequences
of their greed powermonger actions and stopped right now
same as bp bp and the british government and their parasite
queen should pay every damn penny for the already damaged
uncleanable cleanup and just as our own beargrass creek
should be rerouted redirected directly into the louisville mayor's
office until he we stop dumping raw sewage and who knows
what else into it and clean it up restore it to its pristine crystal
pure clean natural state well every damn drop of oil we're able to
clean up to gather suction syphon up from the gulf of mexico
and its beaches and tributaries every drop should be loaded
onto planes and flown across the atlantic ocean and dumped
dropped from the air directly onto the houses of parliament
and all the parasite queens leeched mansions and onto
all bp's top headquarters yes we can only come clean by
openly honestly without frontin without lying yes if it
ain't real it ain't no fuckin deal we can only come clean by openly
honestly embracing the consequences of our actions
and embracing our past our roots our history no matter
where we come from no matter how we grew up no matter
what's happened what's happening to us then and now
there comes a time in all our lives and that time my
friends is now right now in this fleeting moment called now the
time has come arrived finally to quit blaming anybody
everybody past present future including yes ourselves
for the facts the events the happenings of our lives and
to accept and embrace and take full responsibility for our
choices decisions actions for what's going on right now
inside and outside ourselves our lives accepting embracing
facing the reality of each of our selves our own lives and
taking action fearless action to correct our mistakes our lack
of thoughtfullness considerateness mindfullness our
selfishness the time has come for forgiveness for givingness
for discerning bighearted mindful wisdom for loving for
compassion not just for our family and friends but for
everyoine including ourselves the high time has come at
long last to take it upon ourselves to change what we
don't like about ourselves to build a bridge one step at a
time from where we are to where we want to be to living
to being our dream what do you want to be more than
anything else i'm not talking about duty bound false responsibility
i'm talking about mindfully compassionately choosing
taking the step by step determined actions building
the bridge to what more than anything you want to be to
be your dream so my dear sweet friends ask dig question
everything everyone including me and especially yourself
cause truth really is a pathless land and we all have to
find the fearless stubborn determined perservering courage
to be our real selves to live to be our dream perseverance
be central to success if i can do it anybody can no
matter what never give up develop your relentless will
power regardless of any and all odds obstacles circumstances
dig relentlessly dig into your deepest heart and soul
self dig unceasingly until you arrive until you are you be
your dream so yes sweet friends and beautiful teacher
enemies may all our hearts be filled with the amazing grace of
forgiveness washing away karma so there are no enemies
so yes we're all dirty potatoes floating in the same tub of
filthy polluted water but we have innumerable options and
alternatives like openheartedly honestly fearlessly with nothing
to hide no secrets calling ourselves and each other by our
real names sharing the poems stories songs events of our
lives respecting and honoring our beautiful differences while
realizing that somewhere in all of us we have more in common
than different so my dear sweet friends i choose to come
clean to have zero tolerance for all the phoney ass fearbased
lying stealing raping pillaging murdering greed powermongered
brainwashed walmart zombie sleepwalking bullshit
that has brought our terribly beautiful green woman luna moth
mother earth to her knees possibly probably to the soon
to arrive well hell the storm has already started its already
here but hopefully regardless of how changes occur even
while dying i we can reach that deep place in ourselves that
peaceful pool of tranquility and forgiving giving having complete
peace with each other with all and everything past present
future seen unseen have be complete peace harmony so when
we die which will be any and every fleeting moment now then
this gifted lifetime will be gone baby eternal presence yes but
gone baby gone even while dying i you we reach a place in
ourselves in ourselves and with each other so when that time
that notime arrives that crossing over the crucibled alchemical
river of fire that time of walking through one door one room
into the next when that happens and it will soon for all
of us we all be born to live born to die so when we die we have
nothing nothing but sweet peaceful tolerance in our open
gentle soft kind mindful loving compassionate forgiving giving
thankful no longer beating hearts and yes even while vanishing
we have no complaints only thanks only thanks thanks
thank you thank you for everything thank you Track
13) Riding with Rebel Jesus, The Wanderer Ron
English Marlon Icelandic Michael
& whoever else Michael wants to add play Spanish riding cross lost
deserts outlaw
guitar Riding With Rebel Jesus, The Wanderer holed up
in Oaxaca we'd reached the end of the line the
government was against us an army waited for us outside Jesus
wasn't nervous he never was but neither was I holed up
in Oaxaca we'd reached the end of the line Jesus was
a wanderer wherever it was we'd been there a time or two Bogota
Buenos Aires Rio de Janeiro Machupicchu in Peru Tucson
Arizona New Orleans Louisiana Havana Cuba Mexico City Jesus was
a wanderer wherever it was we'd been there a time or two riding
with rebel Jesus people turned their heads and stared who was
that they asked did you see his eyes did you see his hair Jesus the
wanderer was a mystery to all Jesus the
wanderer was a mystery to me riding
with rebel Jesus people turned their heads and stared how much
longer can we hold out how much further can we go we're
hold up in Oaxaca with the army outside our door looks
like the journey's over our wandering days are done how much
longer can we hold out how much further can we run holed up
in Oaxaca we'd reached the end of the line the
government was against us an army waited for us outside Jesus
wasn't nervous he never was but neither was I holed up
in Oaxaca we'd reached the end of our time Track
14) when loving others Ron
English Michael Icelandic minimal
guitar notes when
loving others when
loving others sometimes
necessay to live alone Track
15) go down Ron
English Jonsi or someone Icelandic avalanching
chasmed crashing sliding guitar music go
down sometimes
necessary to go
down when
climbing mountain Track
16) the older i get/death be gentle death be sweet Ron
English Olafur Icelandic minimal
sliding vanishing Michael guitar notes the
older i get/death be gentle death be sweet the older
i get the more
i realize i know nothing death
be gentle death be sweet death be
gentle death be sweet I close my
eyes and drift to sleep walking
slow through ice and snow freezing
rain ice and snow trees
hills hawk crow sledding
voices in distance speak on the
bridge gentle rapids below red wine
freezing rain ice snow magic
doorway into woods silent
secret oak and pine nearly
frozen creek slows slow leaning
resting gainst the oak seeing
you each one of you dance we
dance a gentle waltz lovers
children family friends through
whispering woods we waltz round and
round my enlarged heart I hold
you close as you hold me we dance
we dance a whispered waltz through
frozen rain and ice and snow nestled
gainst the silent oak we go we drift
we waltz round my heart my lovers
children family friends we drift
we dance the wintered waltz my eyes
they close slowly close my eyes
they close the dance we drift death be
gentle death be sweet I close
my eyes and drift to sleep death be
gentle death be sweet I close
my eyes and drift to sleep
Ron
English Bragi Icelandic Michael/Marlon
decide on music a
samurai sword
life is a sand poem song painting a
lightninged tornadoed
sky a rolling
explosion of
thunder the sharp edge of a samurai
sword Track
18) Dr. Hunter Shaman Thompson is Dead, a Tribute Ron
English Marlon repeating certain phrases in Icelandic death chant Viking
burial ship to sea burning style with Michael playing solitary death
wake Viking burial burning body boat sea death journey crying wailing moaning
farewell
fearless brave lonely heartbroken alone fading vanishing to smokey bay vapor
nothingness Dr. Hunter Shaman Thompson Is Dead
My
friend and hero Hunter S. Thompson is dead. I followed his life and Track
19) Mama taught us Ron
English Tonya Icelandic Michael/Marlon/Tonya
decide on music (lullaby?) Mama
taught us Mama
taught us how to
give without
anticipation of
reciprocation Mama
taught us Track
20) The Storm Generation Manifesto/Ron prelude w/The Viking Mountain Ron
English Olafur Icelandic music
building Michael (& Danny? & others?) blazing guitar(s)
building Hendrix All Along The Watchtower & wild electronic techno
pounding beat with Marlon joining in end with Marlon/Tonya Icelandic
rap/hip hop repeating building to lightning thunder God's Open Nerve Storm
energies The Storm Generation Manifesto we tip
our hats to the lost and the beat we go our
own way we are
the storm generation we are
the fucking storm we are a
new generation of artists we are poets
writers painters sculptors composers musicians singers dancers
playwrights filmmakers we are
creative expression we blow
away lies and injustice we are
graphic we are
honest we tell
it like it is we are
fierce we are
brutal we are
compassionate we are
gentle we are
kind we have
soft hearts we are
free we are
spirit we are
sex we dwell
in the realms of the creative
imagination we are
the creative imagination we know
that the shortest distance
between two points is creative distance we pay
attention to the long forgotten wisdomed voices of the forest we
vanquish the overtly materialistic greedy who intentionally destroy mountains we honor
mountains and oceans and eagles and wolves we
cherish mother earth and all her terrible beauty we are
non-violent spiritual warriors we are
lightning we are
thunder we are
songed poems we are
fearless visionary poets we have
wolf eyes we are
more than the eye
of the storm we are
the fucking storm we refuse we will
not bow down we will
never give up we are
God's open nerve we are
The Storm Generation we are
The Storm The Storm we are
the fucking Storm The Storm Track
21) surrender and serve Ron English Viking woman (Prime Minister? Birgitta? Michael/Marlon decide) music
open tuned joujouka Michael guitar with Marlon/Tonya electronica/techno
prayer dance whirling dervish earth heart chant beat surrender
and serve for Queen
Jayne i am here
to serve you my dear sweet friend to serve you to uplift and
inspire to comfort and heal to entertain and awaken to serve you my dear
sweet enemy i pray all our hearts be filled with forgiveness the
amazing grace of forgiveness washes karma away washes karma away away birthing
us out of ignorance we all be guilty of everything we all stand chastised naked
none of us have reached our potential but by waking up from our long sleep
from our delta wave deep dream slumber desert sleepwalkers wanderers we
suddenly instantly realize where we are and begin to serve to forgive to give without
anticipation of reciprocation surrendering to light to love forgiving giving all and
everything and more with open hearted love compassion gratitude we
surrender we serve we surrender we serve we surrender we serve Track
22) dreams never die Ron
English Arthur Icelandic Arthur
plays guitar or whatever music he chooses dreams
never die dreams
never die they are
always passed on and
continue to grow in and
through new dreamers Track
23) Never Give Up (opens w/Americana stripped down version of Desert) Ron
English Birgitta Icelandic need someone to read Spanish plus youngish Tibetan
cat translate & read poem in Tibetan same as @ Airwaves music
builds with Michael/Danny/Marlon/Tonya/Reuben & whoever else building
then end of poem goes thru roof combination heavy euro dancefloor heavy
electronica/techno dance floor beat but also with through and beyond ecstasy
desert mystic guitars with Viking women wailing singing Never Give Up refrain
& plus Spanish & Tibetan speakers & i join in repeating
in each our own language Never Give Up as trance chant plus prelude to
Never Give Up is American stripped down version of Desert by Michael singing
playing acoustic guitar & his friend playing wailing harmonica plus i
read poem part which leads directly without missing a beat right into Never
Give Up NEVER GIVE UP (in English/Icelandic/Spanish/need Tibetan and Spanish & Tibetan
readers) Never give up Ekki gefast upp Ekki gefast
upp sama hvað
gerist Ekki gefast
upp Ræktaðu
hjarta þitt Of mikilli
orku í heiminum er
eytt í ræktun
hugann í stað
hjartans Ræktaðu
hjarta þitt Sýndu
umhyggju ekki aðeins
gagnvart vinum þínum heldur
gagnvart öllum Sýndu
umhyggju Stuðlaðu að
friði í hjarta
þínu og um
heimsbyggð alla Stuðlaðu að
friði Og ég
endurtek Ekki gefast
upp Sama hvað gengur á Sama hvað gerist í kringum þig –Ekki
gefast upp Icelandic
translation by Birgitta Jonsdottir NUNCA TE RINDAS por Su
Santidad El Dalai Lama y Ron Whitehead Nunca te rindas No importa lo que ocurra Nunca te rindas Desarrolla el corazòn Demasiada
energìa se gasta en tu paìs Desarrollando la mente En lugar del corazòn Desarrolla el corazòn Sè compasivo No sòlo con tus amigos Sino con todos Sè compasivo Trabaja por
la paz En tu
corazòn Y en el
mundo Trabaja por
la paz Y de nuevo
digo Nunca te rindas No importa lo que ocurra a tu alrededor nunca
te rindas translated
by Maria Ines Mogaburu and Lorena Lobita unlisted
bonus track = Champagne and Reefer = Michael/Danny/Marlon/Tonya blowout
"love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER. Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com "love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER. Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com "love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER. Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com |
Date: Sun,
7 Nov 2010 20:00:09
Subject:
The Sound of Falling Snowflakes by Ron Whitehead 11/07/10
The Sound of Falling Snowflakes 1962. I
was 12. One
afternoon, late, a little before dark, snow started falling. It snowed
all night. My
brother Brad and I slept in the unfinished attic. Through the night I
listened listened listened to
winter's wind whistling through the cracks in our
walls, I listened listened listened to winter's wind and
snow weaving songs accompanied by the cedar and pine
trees surrounding and protecting our home conjuring the
spirits of loving kinfolk who floated at 3am floated through
whispering hello there in our unfinished attic bedroom. Before
daybreak, Christmas Eve, I heard Mama and Daddy downstairs,
Daddy loading the furnace with coal then going out the
back door headed to the barn to feed the animals, Mama in
the kitchen cooking breakfast. She was singing,
quietly, "Amazing Grace." Mama was a a good
singer. She had a gentle alto voice. I smelled bacon and
biscuits and gravy and coffee. Yes I was already drinking
coffee. Started when I was 6. I woke
Brad up. Brad was a sound sleeper. I said, "Hey, wake up.
Let's go see how much snow we got. Hey, get up. We've
got to go milk the cows, chop the ice on the pond, and
bring in the coal. And then we've got to go to
Beaver Dam and get Mama and Daddy Christmas presents.
Hey Brad, wake up. Maybe it snowed enough to go sleigh
riding. Come on, Mama's cooking breakfast. I'm going
down." Brad was
a sound sleeper. I said again, "Hey, wake up. Let's go
see how much snow we got. Hey Brad, wake up. Come on.
Mama's cooking breakfast. I'm going down. Going
down the stairs I heard him shaking himself awake rising
shining finally smelling Mama's delicious country cooking
her delicious breakfast. He was quickly right behind me
jumping down several stair steps at a time, hungry as
he could be." Brad and
I had breakfast with Mama and Daddy. As always Mama's cooking
was better than delicious ever thought to be. We ate every crumb.
Brad, as usual, licked his plate. Daddy
left for work at the mines. Brad and I helped Mama
clean the kitchen then I stepped into the living room. The
blue and green lights on our Christmas tree filled me
with peace with happiness. I said a short prayer. "Thank
You Dear God for my family. Thank You." I put on
my hat, coat, gloves and grabbed my old ash walking stick and my
.410 shotgun, told Mama and Brad that I'd be back in an
hour, then stepped out the back door and went hunting,
hunting, for what I wasn't sure. It had
snowed over a foot during the night and giant flakes
were still falling. The snow wasn't letting up. I walked
and walked and walked. I was in awe of the beauty,
all the beauty oh my the beauty that surrounded me. I
lost track lost track of of time of place. I found
myself in a field surrounded by woods. All round me
the wind whispered whispered whispered through the limbs
the branches of the barren trees, the wind whispered whispered
whispered through the fur of the evergreen trees. A lone
crow cawed in the distance in the distance searching its way
home home home where is home? Where am I? What is this
place? It was
then I realized that I was hearing a sound louder
than any other, a loud but gentle and soft sound,
the sound the whispering sound of falling snowflakes,
the sound the still quiet whispering sound the sound
of falling snowflakes falling
snowflakes the sound
of falling snowflakes. Ron
Whitehead copyright
(c) 2008 & 2010 Ron Whitehead updated
11/07/10 "love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER "The
answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you
seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never
seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop
thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in
which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is
greater than the need for an answer." "we
move forward by the aid of symbols. we change those symbols as we move
forward. what gives you the right to deprive life of its terribly beautiful
mysticism its poetry its lies what is truth do you know wise fool do you
know? i sure as hell don't and i don't think you or anybody else does truth
is a shapeshifting pathless land be here now? now is already gone where are
we really? ask the howling wind" Ron Whitehead, outlaw poet & damn
proud to be Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM go
GONZO go go go |
Date: Tue,
9 Nov 2010 12:37:54 -0800 (PST)
Subject:
sharing/private to Ron/congrats on new book/Cd/Dont EVER retire Iceland will
SAVE the WORLD!
"love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER "The
answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you
seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never
seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop
thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in
which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is
greater than the need for an answer." "we
move forward by the aid of symbols. we change those symbols as we move
forward. what gives you the right to deprive life of its terribly beautiful
mysticism its poetry its lies what is truth do you know wise fool do you
know? i sure as hell don't and i don't think you or anybody else does truth
is a shapeshifting pathless land be here now? now is already gone where are
we really? ask the howling wind" Ron Whitehead, outlaw poet & damn
proud to be Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming go
GONZO go go go
Dear Ron
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I================================================== THIS IS BEAT . I want to speak for things. For the crucifix I speak out,
for the Star of Israel I speak out, for the divinest man who ever lived, who
was a German (Bach), I speak out. For sweet Mohammed I speak out. for Buddha
I speak out, for Lao-tse and Chuang-tse I speak out, for D. T. Suzuki I speak
out...why should I attack what I love out of life? This is Beat. Live your
lives out? Naw,
love your lives out." "This
is Beat" Kerouac grew up in Lowell hearing Bach and Mozart,
French Canadian folk music and the jazz masters performing on Moody Street,
where all the major artists played during the heyday of jazz in Lowell. |
Date: Thu,
11 Nov 2010 21:42:44
Subject:
the last great truthtellers, my final love song, a rant by ron whitehead
We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming go
GONZO go go go "love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER "The
answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you
seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never
seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop
thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in
which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is
greater than the need for an answer." "we
move forward by the aid of symbols. we change those symbols as we move
forward. what gives you the right to deprive life of its terribly beautiful
mysticism its poetry its lies what is truth do you know wise fool do you
know? i sure as hell don't and i don't think you or anybody else does truth
is a shapeshifting pathless land be here now? now is already gone where are
we really? ask the howling wind" Ron Whitehead, outlaw poet & damn
proud to be Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming go
GONZO go go go |
Date: Thu,
18 Nov 2010 06:01:52
Subject:
dangerous places to have sex in kentucky, the black mink ballet by ron
whitehead
dangerous places to have sex in kentucky the black mink ballet for
Queen Jayne Approximately down the stairs
she comes her delicate
lobes her black mink closes her dark eyes
deep undiscovered pools and all i
see is skin brown hot sun left corner of
back row everything she touches my
left leg she is inside her legs moving
higher higher until i find she unbuttons
the black mink as our lips into a
laboratory room where a man each other's
tongues down throats i lick her clean her
eardrums as my right hand caresses her head neck
shoulders spine squeezing behind i
pause circling pressing the center as my her breasts
nipples removing traces of salt pull her left
breast deep into my mouth down all round gently
stroking in out both her holes my hands caress
my tongue moves to her she whispers in
vibrating voice i want you in she undoes my
pants pulls them down and me into her
mouth but now my neck is about to making loud
noise coins roll the long roll to the with my tongue
in 69 yin yang ourobouric position into another
place as she pulls pulls with her move my tongue
quicker softer pulling her taking each into
her mouth licks my ass taking the chair and
as i walk my tongue mouth back singing a great
dance song fills the theatre as we wilt at bass
patti on guitar poemed chanting lightning ron whitehead revised friday
august 13, 2010 copyright (c)
2003 & 2010 Ron Whitehead Paul
K, The Godfather of Rock (Detroit/NYC/Kentucky): "Ron
Whitehead is America's greatest living poet." "love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Tobbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER. John
Rocco
(New York City): "Ron Whitehead is the comet crashing outlaw shaman
lunatic poet who keeps us all together!" Thanks, Ron! Olafur
Gunnarsson
(Iceland): "Ron Whitehead's newest book/cd/dvd, THE STORM
GENERATION MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems, is by
far his finest work...and anyone who contradicts that is a damn
fool...if such a fool exists. The Storm Generation
has truly been born!" "love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER "The
answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you
seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never
seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop
thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in
which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is
greater than the need for an answer." "believe
what you must...it does not matter...for the white dove...has flown over my
head... for
miles as i drove my tractor...cross the coal barren wilderness" ron
whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming go
GONZO go go go |
Date: Thu,
18 Nov 2010 06:50:14
Subject:
death in the suburbs, status quo dementia by ron whitehead
death
in the suburbs
status
quo dementia title of
the above isn't
even worth mentioning so i
won't waste much breath death in
life walking
dead in the
suburbs status
quo dementia the rise
and fall of the final
reich lord help
me jesus i'm
crying lord help
me jesus i'm dying blessed
are the peacemakers where
have all the peacemakers gone long time
passing where
have all the peacemakers the beatitudes gone long time
gone Ron
Whitehead, outlaw poet, aha kentucky,
where diamonds are created and too
damn many idiots dwell 11/19/10 copyright
(c) 2010 Ron Whitehead "love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER "The
answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you
seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never
seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop
thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in
which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is
greater than the need for an answer." "believe
what you must...it does not matter...for the white dove...has flown over my
head... for
miles as i drove my tractor...cross the coal barren wilderness" ron
whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming go
GONZO go go go "love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER "The
answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you
seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never
seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop
thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in
which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is
greater than the need for an answer." "believe
what you must...it does not matter...for the white dove...has flown over my
head... for
miles as i drove my tractor...cross the coal barren wilderness" ron
whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming go
GONZO go go go |
Date: Thu,
18 Nov 2010 23:54:49Subject: beatup/thrown out of Zanzabar while paying tribute
to my friends Seluah
tonight
was nother brokenheated why do i stay here night! went to Zanzabar to
celebrate sixth anniversary reunion of my friends Seluah especially cause
Andrew Killmeier had moved back from Los Angeles and other friends all either
former students or participants in the thousands of shows i produced over
past 20+years. including drummer Ed Grimes who well he and other members of
his diminutive circle have from beginning some of the most two faced
people i've ever known. smiling faces etc. and all i've ever done
is been super nice to all of them. yes failing as i often have but always
without any personal malice always with purest intent to uplift and inpire to
comfort and heal to entertain and awaken to do the best i can. well so
tonight i go to Zanzabar, a club i'll never ever step foot in again, to pay
tribute to honor my friends Seluah, plus my friend and former student the
brilliant and super nice guy Tim Furnish's band Parlour was playing after
them followed by Mazerati, a band i'd listened to but don't know and hadn't
heard Live but anybody who knows me knows i'm always looking for great
new bands poets dancers artists photographers sculptors filmmakers etc. so. i get
to Zanzabar at least hour early so i can get good spot to listen. have
many wonderful conversations with Andy/Andrew Killmeier and other
members of band, one with his beautiful pregnant wife and congratulated
both of them and rubbed her belly sending giving good vibes energies to
all 3 of them, plus many people came up and talked to me, including many
former students, saying hello and thanking me for making it out. i
thanked them all and had wonderful brief encounters conversations. real
glad to be there to support gratefully graciously old young friends, also
knowing that my longtime good buddy another best friend and genius writer Gui
Stuart was sposed to make it. so. the
show finally starts. Zanzabar is packed. i'd paid the $10 i didn't really
have to get in. didn't want to ask to be put on guest list. knowing there
would be 3 bands plus this six year hometown reunion knowing everybody would
be asking to be on guest list. so. Zanzabar
is packed. Seluah, after many delays cause Ed Grimes is having so many sound
issues, finally starts. they play
two songs. then Ed having more sound issues. being the lover of
European/Mediterranean culture i am and having taken and done so many show
throughout Europe from Mediterranean to Scandinavia. well, and no i wasn't
drunk i was clear as crystal dinner bell. after 2nd song and Ed trying to
work out sound issues. Andy bends over to check his tuning. and i decide, at
that moment & being the expert marksman and
baseball/softball/basketball/quarterback i've always been i decided to
break Ed's dead unnecessary sound check interval by tossing my
empty wine glass four feet over Andy's head (he was bent to ground
checking his sound tuning etc) to back of stage hoping it would
shatter in Mediterranean European common custom of celebrating life
music my friends. well fuck the wall turned out to be a stage curtain so the
glass didn't even break but rolled out onto stage near where Andy was.
immediately 2 or 3 bouncers were all over me and picked me up
badmouthing me jerking me around and i didn't fight back cause i hadn't come
to fight i'd come to celebrate my friends Seluah's reunion and thought i'd
spend Ed Grimes lameass check check check awe shit it still ain't right
quadruplebypass checking of sound system which was just fine so i did the
European celebratory thing and tossed my empty wine glass twards back of
stage which ended up being a curtain and damn thing didn't even break so now
the ever growing number of bouncers roughed me up picked me up manhandled me
and tossed me out the back door down several steps onto the sidewalk
threatening me entire time. soon as i was able to gather myself and pick
myself up i realized that thankfully i'd kept my bookbag on me but my $200
Quest Outdoors winter weather proof jacket someone had given me was left
inside but they'd thrown somebody else's backpack and jacket and couple other
things out, along with me. didn't realize that i had cuts and bruises
sll over me. i was embsrrassed and heartbroken. the place was
packed. many of the young people there were former college students or had
participated in my thousands of events i'd produced over 20+years. i'm
just now seeing and feeling all the blood and bruises. soon as i
got up off the sidewalk at bottom of stairs the bouncers had thrown me
out of calling me every name in the book and threatening to call the
cops cause i'd endangered the lives of the band. soon as i got up
2 attractive young ladies came up and said oh Ron is that you Ron. i
didn't recognize them but said yes it's me hello how are you doing i
just got mistakenly thrown out of my friends' show and here the bouncers also
threw out somebody's backpack and jacket and other stuff and will you please
take it in plus they kept my $200 allweather jacket and would you please take
this person's stuff in and ask them to toss my jacket out. the 2 ladies were
friendly as they could be and took the other person's stuff in but my jacket
was not forthcoming. i had as tshirt on. it was freezing. and now i was
realizing that i was bleeding and bruised from head to toe. i ripped
my $10 ticket into 4 pieces and opened the front door. all the bouncers were
waiting for me. i threw the ticket pieces in. i said you have no idea who
you're fucking with. i came here to celebrate my former students my friends
musical reunion. i'm not fucking drunk. i'm here to pay homage to some of my
children the bouncers laughed and said your children well Ed Grimes laughed
when we threw your ass out and asked everybody to join in in celebrating
that Ron Whitehead had been thrown out. hm. well.
some things never change. i told the bouncers that you have no idea who
you're dealing with that i taught college for 20
years and these are many of my students and you dumbass nazi
puritans i'm not drunk i'm here to celebrate life and their lives and their
music and their response was you better get the fuck outta here before
we call the cops and have your ass hauled off to jail and i said whether
you know it you cats are already nazis and one of them said fuck you and
walked back in and another younger one had long ponytail hair and
i said young man you i can't believer you have that long ponytail
hair you just as well go ahead and shave your head cause you're already
a little kkk nazi. i said i merely came here tonight to celebrate
the lives the music of my former students of my friends i have never nor
will i ever, unlike you, ever do any harm to anyone. i turned and walked
away. without my jacket. freezing my ass off. called a taxi. with
money i didn't have. didn't tell any of them that i'd had yet another stroke
couple days earlier. fuck. it was all overwhelmingly heartbreaking. i'll
never step foot in Zanzabar again. makes me
wonder why i stay in kenfuckingtucky in amerika land of the not free
land of the fearful greed powermonger nazis. whew. now. i
gotta take this ravaged savaged body to get some rest. otherwise i'll be
checking all the way out. dear God
bless my enemies. may all our hearts be filled with forgiveness so there are
no enemies. hard to believe i turn 60 on tuesday november 23rd. never
expected to make it past 25. so. there must be more for me to do.
my band of angels has obviously become and army of angels. despite
everything. i have no complaints only thanks. goodnight
everyone. i love your Ron, enlarged lungs enlarged heart all
cut up banged up and bruised but toughass never give up poet "love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER "The
answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you
seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never
seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop
thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in
which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is
greater than the need for an answer." "believe
what you must...it does not matter...for the white dove...has flown over my
head... for
miles as i drove my tractor...cross the coal barren wilderness" ron
whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming go
GONZO go go go "love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER "The
answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you
seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never
seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop
thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in
which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is
greater than the need for an answer." "believe
what you must...it does not matter...for the white dove...has flown over my
head... for
miles as i drove my tractor...cross the coal barren wilderness" ron
whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming go
GONZO go go go |
Date: Mon, 22 Nov
2010 22:37:12
Subject: on
this my 60th birthday, a remembrance, and a wish by ron whitehead
on
this my 60th birthday a
remembrance and a
wish "my
best years may be gone, but i
would wish them back, not
with the fire i have in me now."
samuel beckett every
year on Thanksgiving Day my Dad the 10th degree badass 10th degree smartass
best strongest fiercest man i've ever been blessed to know and spend 17 years
in boot camp training with who my dear sweet Daddy crossed over 16 months ago
may he be blessed forever well every Thanksgiving Day Daddy told the story
bout the worst whiteout blizzard to ever hit Kentucky which included
lightning and thunder and him driving from Centertown with Grandaddy Dick
Render Mama's Daddy my favorite grandparent and that's nuthin gainst the
others cause i loved all of them unconditionally same as all my family and friends
Daddy said goin down Hoover Hill a car slid off the road over the steep side
into nowhere but he couldn't stop and he and Grandaddy were movin drivin fast
as Daddy could to get to the horspital in Owensboro where the last public
hangin in amerika was held he they Daddy and Grandaddy Dick had to get there
fast as possible cause even tho Daddy had been off at the mines he got the
call that Mama was in Owensboro had somehow made it to the horspital and she
was havin me their firstborn and first grandchild both sides Whitehead and
Render families and it was Thanksgiving Day November 23rd 1950 and the wind
was howlin fierce just like tonight and it was a whiteout blizzard and
lightnin was strikin and thunder was rollin and i was on my way from that
dreamland ocean of Mama's womb fallin from that grace into this terribly
beautiful world yes i'd already envisioned knowin what terrible beauty what
trials and tribulations what joy and sorrow awaited me what so many
opportunities for me to experience pain and love and grow my soul and
someplace inside me altho yes i was a speechless baby slidin down the birth
canal i was wondrous knowin already knowin feelin seein the failures the
successes the heartaches the bleedin broken heartbreaks the wondrous ecstatic
happiness the splendrous joys in the grass the happiness i saw all of it and
slidin down Mama's birth canal i was already excited to experience it awe awe
awe... Ron
Whitehead, November 23, 1950 to November 23, 2010 how i
got here and how i made it this far is way beyond me and all i got to say to
everyone i've hurt and everyone i've helped and everyone i've known and
everyone i've loved and still love is please forgive me my nonmindfullness my
anger my missing the mark which is the original meaning of sin missing the
mark and know that all i have is thanks total complete gratitude and thanks
thank you for everything for every moment event being person past present
future seen and unseen thank you all of you for this amazing grace this gift
this opportunity despite any and all continual failures thank you for all the
opportunities to grow to grow my soul thank you i love
all of you and i
yes wonder as i wander how in the world i ever got to here i don't know how
anybody makes it past the age of five in this world i sure didn't think i'd
make 25 and somehow here i am miraculously here i am 60 years old how in the
world did this happen my band of angels has obviously grown into large army
of angels each of whom i'm thankful for and well dammit this also obviously means
that i've got more work to do more hell to raise more people to scare more
truthtellin to do and oh you don't even have to say it yes i know it's
truthtellin from my perspective which is just as skewed as yours whoever you
are cause well truth may be constant but truth really is a pathless land and
we all got to find our way there all i got to say is don't follow me question
everything especially yourselves find out for yourselves what truth means for
you and yes even tho i we constantly hurt others even when we don't want or
mean to we do i'm gonna work every day and i hope all of you do to regardless
of our stupid mistakes missing the mark time and again i hope all of us work
perpetually work to not hurt ourselves or anyone or anything else cause love
yes i said love really is all there is fear be the greatest illusion of all
love is all there is love thank you and happy birthday to you and if you
haven't already well my birthday wish is that you search for and find a dream
even more than one and then take one step at a time from where you are to
where you really truly want to be to living to being your dream. good
night. sweet dreams. happy birthday to all of you to all my family and
friends and i have no enemies so if you think i'm your enemy well that's your
thought not mine so on this my 60th birthday i'm sending nothing but love to
everyone to all and everything i love
you, Ron november
23rd, 2010 1:14am EDT ron
whitehead 919
cherokee road louisville,
kentucky 40204 cell 502 475
7772 emails
tmopinsight@yahoo.com & ron@tappingmyownphone.com official
website www.tappingmyownphone.com plus
facebook and facebook fan club "believe
what you must...it does not matter...for the white dove...has flown over my
head...for miles as i drove my tractor...cross the coal barren
wilderness" ron
whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming go
GONZO go go go
"love
is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER "The
answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you
seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never
seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop
thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in
which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is
greater than the need for an answer." "believe
what you must...it does not matter...for the white dove...has flown over my
head... for
miles as i drove my tractor...cross the coal barren wilderness" ron
whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming go
GONZO go go go |
Date: Wed,
24 Nov 2010 18:56:05
Subject: A
Prayer, after Burroughs by Ron Whitehead
A Prayer after
Burroughs like a
bird on a wire like a
drunk in the midnight choir I have
tried all my life to be
free
Leonard Cohen thanks
for the wild turkey and the half pound of ground round destined
to be shit out through wholesome usa guts thanks
for a continent a world to despoil and poison thanks
for Native Americans Afghanis Iraqis and Mexicans to
provide a modicum of challenge danger and entertainment thanks
for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving
the carcasses to rot thanks for bounties on wolves
bears and coyotes thanks for the usa dream to
vulgarize to falsify until the bare lies shine through thanks
for the kkk neonazis mountaintop removal bp destruction
of the gulf of mexico for a new secret fear
based government that is dismantling our
Constitution our Bill of Rights and increasing censorship
thanks for niggerkillin lawmen feelin their
notches thanks for decent churchgoin protestant men and women
thanks for a condomed nazi pope with their
mean pinched bitter evil faces thanks for innumerable religious
neon signs saying god bless our troups what happened to the
beatitudes to blessed are the peacemakers gods save me from
your followers who don't understand that Jesus never
killed nobody who don't understand that every bomb they drop
in the middle east to steal their oil we could feed the at
least 14 million starving usa children who don't understand
that there's only One Commandment not 10 who don't
understand who don't understand thanks
for Kill a Queer a Lesbian a Muslim Kill Obama for Christ bumper
stickers thanks for laboratory AIDS thanks for
Prohibition and the bogus War On Drugs thanks for a
country where nobody's allowed to mind their own
business thanks for a nation of snitches thanks
for nafta for filling the privatized prisons for building
new prisons and filling them so corporations can
continue to have slave labor thanks for the greatest disparity
tween rich and poor than ever in usa his story Yes
Thanks for all the memories thanks
for the last and greatest betrayal of the last
and greatest of human dreams yes happy
thanks for taking for not giving Ron
Whitehead with
Special Thanks to my friend William S. Burroughs copyright (c) 2010 Ron Whitehead "One
simple way, then, to re-enchant our lives is to divest ourselves somehow of
this 'busy' complex. We might do work that we love, give up the futile task
of proving ourselves to anyone, keep money within perspective, and do
whatever is necessary to enable us to walk away from our work and activities
if our soul requires it." Thomas
Moore, from THE RE-ENCHANTMENT of EVERDAY LIFE "You
seek the truth as if you were the opposite of yourself." J. Krishnamurti "The
profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid stable
business."
John Steinbeck "Marrying
a man is like buying something you've been admiring for a long time in a show
window. You may love it when you get it home, but it doesn't always go with
everything else in the house." Jean Kerr "I'd
marry again if I found a man who had $15 million and would sign over half of
it to me before the marriage, and guarantee he'd be dead within a
year." Bette Davis "believe
what you must...it does not matter...for the white dove...has flown over my
head... for
miles as i drove my tractor...cross the coal barren wilderness" ron
whitehead "Who
birthed God(s)? What was her name? How do you know?" the bone man Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming go
GONZO go go go |
Date: Wed,
24 Nov 2010 19:52:59
Subject:
Hiawatha by Ron Whitehead (Happy Thanksgiving)
Hiawatha
Mama and Daddy are here in the kitchen with Mama's parents, Mamaw and
Grandaddy, and some of their kids, my aunts and uncles: Adeline, Linda,
Kendall, Becky, Donna, Danny Boy, Stevie, and Timmy. My brother Muscle and
our sisters P & E. Edie's just 4 months old. Friday night. Daddy's home
from the mines. November 1957. Thanksgiving weekend. I turned 7 yesterday,
Thanksgiving Day. My relatives are visiting from Louisville. I'm excited by
all the family energy by the laughing the loud conversation the singing. We
love music. There are many singers and musicians in our family. Mama and
Grandaddy are singing "When They Cut Down The Old Pine Tree."
Grandaddy is playing ukelele. He's The Dixie Yodeler. Daddy asks me to recite
the "Tree" poem. I'm shy in certain situations but I finally find
the courage. "Trees"
by Joyce Kilmer I think
that I shall never see A poem
lovely as a tree. A tree
whose hungry mouth is prest Against
the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree
that looks at God all day, And lifts
her leafy arms to pray; A tree
that may in Summer wear A nest of
robins in her hair; Upon
whose bosom snow was lain; Who
intimately lives with rain. Poems are
made by fools like me, But only
God can make a tree.
I spend most of my time in nature and feel close kinship with trees so I
memorized "Trees" right after I first read it. Everyone is clapping
and yelling. The kitchen is full of family. People fill the two doors, one
leading to the utility room and the other to the living room. They're all
leaniing in, looking over shoulders, to see and hear. I turn to Daddy.
"Do 'Hiawatha'," I say. I love that poem and I love to hear Daddy
recite it. "The
Song of Hiawatha" part XXII Hiawatha's
Departure By the
shore of Gitche Gumee, By the
shining Big-Sea-Water, At the
doorway of his wigwam, In the
pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha
stood and waited. All the
air was full of freshness, All the
earth was bright and joyous, And
before him, through the sunshine, Westward
toward the neighboring forest Passed in
golden swarms the Ahmo, Passed
the bees, the honeymakers, Burning,
singing in the sunshine,
Bright above him shone the heavens, Level
spread the lake before him; From its
bosom leaped the sturgeon, Sparkling,
flashing in the sunshine; On its
margin the great forest Stood
reflected in the water, Every
treetop had its shadow, Motionless
beneath the water.
From the brow of Hiawatha Gone was
every trace of sorrow, As the
fog from off the water, As the
mist from off the meadow. With a
smile of joy and triumph, With a
look of exultation, As of one
who in a vision Sees what
is to be, but is not, Stood and
waited Hiawatha,
Daddy knows the entire poem but he just quotes the last section tonight cause
it's a long poem and others are gonna sing and play. Everyone is spellbound
by the music of the poem. I've seen TV and movie westerns but
"Hiawatha" helps me look deeper into what I imagine the Indians to
be. Why are they called Indians I wonder. What are they really like? This is
a special moment here now listening to Daddy tell the poem, seeing everyone
pay close attention listening to the story. I'm waking up to a new mystery.
To many mysteries. I want to know about the lives of these strange people
everyone calls Indians. Why do I feel close to them?
I realize now that I'm a poet. I'm not sure what it means but my heart knows
and that's enough for now. Daddy is a farmer and a coal miner. He's worked
all his life for Peabody Coal Company and has never missed a day of work.
He's the strongest hardest working man I've ever known. Daddy loves poetry.
He knows many poems by heart. He encourages me to learn poems and I do. I
already know quite a few. Daddy always asks me to do Word Power with him when
the new READER'S DIGEST comes in the mail. Words, poems. The spirit in poetry
brings Daddy and me close. My heart grows big. I hold back tears. I am
thankful. Ron
Whitehead thanksgiving
2010 copyright (c) 2010 Ron Whitehead "One
simple way, then, to re-enchant our lives is to divest ourselves somehow of
this 'busy' complex. We might do work that we love, give up the futile task
of proving ourselves to anyone, keep money within perspective, and do
whatever is necessary to enable us to walk away from our work and activities
if our soul requires it." Thomas
Moore, from THE RE-ENCHANTMENT of EVERDAY LIFE "You
seek the truth as if you were the opposite of yourself." J. Krishnamurti "The
profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid stable
business."
John Steinbeck "Marrying
a man is like buying something you've been admiring for a long time in a show
window. You may love it when you get it home, but it doesn't always go with
everything else in the house." Jean Kerr "I'd
marry again if I found a man who had $15 million and would sign over half of
it to me before the marriage, and guarantee he'd be dead within a
year." Bette Davis "believe
what you must...it does not matter...for the white dove...has flown over my
head... for
miles as i drove my tractor...cross the coal barren wilderness" ron
whitehead "Who
birthed God(s)? What was her name? How do you know?" the bone man Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming go
GONZO go go go |
Date: Thu,
25 Nov 2010 21:36:30
Subject:
Ithaca by Ireland friend founder Poetry Ireland Theo Dorgan/sent after Sarah
divorce
|
Date: Sun,
28 Nov 2010 09:54:16
Subject:
Ron's Tapping My Own Phone: poems & stories reviewed by Bob Holman
A Ruin
I at
Howth I stand looking to sea one
purple crocus at my door a ruin
I have few walls left
to secure myself from storm bold I
stand vines to mortar stretch spring,
a ruin I wonder enthralled by
wind and rain sun and sea ships
see I come and go but I
remain a ruin rumination
filling cracks gaping low
and high windows doors roof all
gone only angel song and me a ruin
I you me all one we be Ron
Whitehead copyright
(c) 2010 Ron Whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming |
Date: Sat,
4 Dec 2010 13:47:24
Subject:
scroll to bottom & check out new 1-minute "Mama" Christmas video
A Ruin
I at
Howth I stand looking to sea one
purple crocus at my door a ruin
I have few walls left
to secure myself from storm bold I
stand vines to mortar stretch spring,
a ruin I wonder enthralled by
wind and rain sun and sea ships
see I come and go but I
remain a ruin rumination
filling cracks gaping low and
high windows doors roof all
gone only angel song and me a ruin
I you me all one we be Ron
Whitehead copyright
(c) 2010 Ron Whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming
|
Date: Sun,
5 Dec 2010 09:19:23
Subject:
"Mama" video audio corrected plus Ron updates
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzA3ID6ayhY hello my
dear family friends!!!!! i hope everything's going great for all of you.
couple of you had problems with audio on my new "Mama" video. audio
been corrected. hope this works for you. special thanks to Amanda Arnold for
filming and producing and to Cynthia Norton for being in film with me and to
Nancy and Howard Wilson for providing location and Hindu Vedic cedar tree and
especially to Mama for making it all possible and for blowing that Christmas
tree down. Merry Christmas. i love
you. your loving son, Ronnie Paige Whitehead p.s. my
email has gone haywire. all files got erased including hundreds of my poems
stories and more. whew. haven't started yet to try and retrieve them. hope i
can. by choice i'm techno idiot. nearly corrected. at least i can email
again. if you've
emailed me recently and gotten no response that was why. i couldn't send an
email for a week. so please resend. Happy
58th Birthday today to one of my heroes my Brother Brad!!!!! UK got screwed
by refs yesterday. grand larceny. live on national tv. university of north
carolina and duke will both fall into atlantic ocean any day now. y'all
better move while you got the chance. ha. Happiest
Holidays Everybody! every day is a holyday a day of celebration for me. i
hope wish same for all of you. wherever i am i'm in church. my life is an
open prayer. sending
love and creative energies always, Ron,
kentucky outlaw poet and damn proud to be
919
Cherokee Road Louisville,
Kentucky 40204 502 475
7772 plus
facebook and facebook fan clubs David
Amram for President Frank
Messina for Vice-President A Ruin
I at
Howth I stand looking to sea one
purple crocus at my door a ruin
I have few walls left
to secure myself from storm bold I
stand vines to mortar stretch spring,
a ruin I wonder enthralled by
wind and rain sun and sea ships
see I come and go but I
remain a ruin rumination
filling cracks gaping low
and high windows doors roof all
gone only angel song and me a ruin
I you me all one we be Ron
Whitehead copyright
(c) 2010 Ron Whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming A Ruin
I at
Howth I stand looking to sea one
purple crocus at my door a ruin
I have few walls left
to secure myself from storm bold I
stand vines to mortar stretch spring,
a ruin I wonder enthralled by
wind and rain sun and sea ships
see I come and go but I
remain a ruin rumination
filling cracks gaping low
and high windows doors roof all
gone only angel song and me a ruin
I you me all one we be Ron
Whitehead copyright
(c) 2010 Ron Whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming |
Date: Sun,
5 Dec 2010 11:52:07
Subject:
sharing message: David Amram/Ray Rizzo/Ron Whitehead
To
ron and Ray Lu-vil calling hope to see you both Jan 17 at Joe;s pub not running
from the law or for President!! Sunday,
December 5, 2010 2:37 PM From: "Ron Whitehead" <tmopinsight@yahoo.com> To: "david
amram" <amramdavid@aol.com> Cc: raskizzo@gmail.com
A Ruin
I at
Howth I stand looking to sea one
purple crocus at my door a ruin
I have few walls left
to secure myself from storm bold I
stand vines to mortar stretch spring,
a ruin I wonder enthralled by
wind and rain sun and sea ships
see I come and go but I
remain a ruin rumination
filling cracks gaping low
and high windows doors roof all
gone only angel song and me a ruin
I you me all one we be Ron
Whitehead copyright
(c) 2010 Ron Whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming A Ruin
I at
Howth I stand looking to sea one
purple crocus at my door a ruin
I have few walls left
to secure myself from storm bold I
stand vines to mortar stretch spring,
a ruin I wonder enthralled by
wind and rain sun and sea ships
see I come and go but I
remain a ruin rumination
filling cracks gaping low
and high windows doors roof all
gone only angel song and me a ruin
I you me all one we be Ron
Whitehead copyright
(c) 2010 Ron Whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you had
it coming |
Date: Mon,
6 Dec 2010 11:06:02
Subject:
Ron Whitehead's brief resume/bio/testimonials/updated
Ron Whitehead is poet, writer,
editor, publisher, organizer, scholar, professor. He grew up on a farm in
Kentucky. He attended The University of Louisville and Oxford University. As
poet and writer he is the recipient of numerous state, national, and
international awards/prizes including The All Kentucky Poetry Prize, The
Yeats Club of Oxford's Prize for Poetry, and many others. He was
nominated, twice, for The Pulitzer Prize. In 2006 Dr. John Rocco (NYC)
nominated Ron for The Nobel Prize in Literature. He was recently inducted
into his high school's (Ohio County High) Hall of Fame, representing his 1968
graduating class. Ron
has taught college/university for 20 plus years at The University
of Louisville, Spalding University, St. Catharine College, Jefferson
Community College, and Bellarmine University. He has presented numerous
talks, lectures, and writing workshops around the world at colleges,
universities, and institutions which include Trinity College (Dublin,
Ireland), The University of Iceland (Reykjavik, Iceland), The University of
Braga (Braga, Portugal), The University of Nijmegen (Nigmegen, The
Netherlands), New York University (New York, New York), Hofstra University
(New York, New York), The University of Louisville (Louisville, Kentucky),
The University of New Orleans (New Orleans, Louisiana), and many more. In
1992 Ron and Kent Fielding founded The Global Literary Renaissance,
a non-profit organization, supporting the global literary (& all
arts) community. Ron was Director of the Global Literary Renaissance for
14 years. Ron
has produced 3,000 music and poetry events throughout Europe and the USA
including many 24, 48, 72 & 90 hour Non-Stop Music & Poetry INSOMNIACATHONs plus he
produced The Official Hunter S. Thompson Tribute (featuring Hunter, Johnny
Depp, Warren Zevon, Roxanne Pulitzer, David Amram, Hunter's mother, Virginia,
& son, Juan, & many others), the London International Poetry & Song
Festival (with Richard Deakin, 2001 & 2008), The New York City
Underground Music & Poetry Festival (with Casey Cyr, David Amram, Nora
Roberts, & Steve Dalachinsky, 2000), The Netherland's 10-day
International Meer Dan Woorden Festival (with Jan Pankow), LIVE at THE RUD
Benefit Concert (with Jim James, of My Morning Jacket plus Carl Broehmel,
Sarah Elizabeth, and Andy Cook), plus many many more. After he produced
INSOMNIACATHON 2008 (April 2008) he retired from producing events but
has since produced many other events including the 1st ever International
GONZO FESTIVAL @ The Monkey Wrench in Hunter's hometown of Louisville
Kentucky. The 2010 event featured Anita Thompson, John Yarmuth, Frank
Messina, and numerous other poets writers speakers singers musicians bands
artists films. Although Ron plans on traveling the world more than ever
presenting performances/readings/talks plus doing more and more film work
writings and recordings he hopes to have finally producing events which in
many ways are similar to attempting to herd cats. ha. the amount of non-stop
24/7 energies before during and after production has nearly killed Ron
several times.
Ron's
work has been exhibited round the world from New York City to Louisville to
New Orleans to San Francisco and from India to Czech Republic to Italy to
Portugal to Ireland to The Netherlands to Iceland and beyond. The UN/UNESCO
"Poetry On The Peaks" program selected The Dalai Lama/Ron Whitehead
"Never Give Up" message/poem poster as its theme for 2002.
Thousands of copies were donated and shipped to cities, mountain villages,
Buddhist, and other communities, groups, and organizations round the world.
The "Never Give Up" poem has been published in numerous
publications including NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, a book by His Holiness The Dalai
Lama, and many others. Ron's "Never Give Up" poem can also be
found on t-shirts, cards, posters, and banners all over the world. For the
past 20 plus years Ron has been not only living but being his dream
GOing non-stop on fire producing birthing creativity in all its
manifestations. He is the author of 20 books and he has work on more
than 30 CDs plus dvds and numerous videos. He is getting more and more
involved in all aspects of film work. His 20
BOOK titles include: THE
STORM GENERATION MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems which also
includes a cd and dvd plus 4 new videos (available on internet) published by
Gill Scott Holland's Holland Brown Books and available via www.hollandbrownbooks.com 4th
person singular: THE ADVENTURES of BRAIN MAN (work in progress) Dangerous
Places to Have Sex in Kentucky, The Black Mink Ballet (autobiographical work
in progress) I
Will Not Bow Down and I Will Never Give Up: an alchemical oral
autobiographical history of The Global Literary Renaissance, White Fields
Press, Published in Heaven, The Storm Generation, and my life (focus on 1990
to present)(work in progress) I
REFUSE Ron
Whitehead and SOUTHSIDE's SOUTHSIDE LOUNGE Ron
Whitehead and SOUTHSIDE's WE ARE THE STORM double cd THE
DANCING NOBODY THE
STORM GENERATION MANIFESTO & on parting, the wilderness poems:
book/cd/dvd published by Gill Scott Holland's Holland Brown Books
available at www.hollandbrownbooks.com
Ron
reads his work solo and with musicians from around the world, in all genres
of music, including David Amram, Iceland's Sigur Ros & HOH & MEGAS,
Tyrone Cotton, Iceland's Michael & Danny Pollock of UTANGARDSMENN/The
Outsiders, Jim James of My Morning Jacket, Paul K & The Weathermen, Lee
Ranaldo of Sonic Youth, Frank Messina & Octopoet & Spoken Motion,
James Walck & The Mind2Hands Symphonia, Vassar Clemens, Tom House, By The
Grace of God, Black Pig Liberation Front, Casey Cyr, Rich Martin, Jeremy
Podgursky & The Pennies, Blowup in Japanese, RB Morris & Hector
Qirko, Scaramongo, Sarah Elizabeth, SOUTHSIDE, The Honey Highway &
numerous others. Ron's groups
have included Voices Without Restraint, Ron Whitehead's Apocalypse Jam, The
Viking Hillbilly Apocalypse Revue, and outlaw music/spoken word band
SOUTHSIDE. He and Sarah Elizabeth performed and toured the
world for 5 years. Ron now flies solo, and performs with the energy of
ten bands, but he will continue to collaborate with musicians and
artists in all genres round the world. Ron was
recently nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature by New York City
professor, James Joyce scholar, music critic, and author of many books, Dr.
John Rocco (see letter below).
To The Nobel Prize Committee, I
am writing you about one of America's greatest poets. His name is Ron
Whitehead and for his entire career he has written volatile and important
verse that has given a new presence to American poetry. Whitehead's work is
in the tradition of the Beat Generation but also deeply influenced by rock
and roll, the legacy of the European avant-garde from Knut Hamsun to James
Joyce, and his own native Kentucky. He is at the same time a regional and
universal writer; Kentucky is his home but the world is his subject.
Whitehead's poetry is a powerful summation of the American spirit.
Thank
you for considering this important American writer. Thousands
of Ron's works have been published round the world in a diverse range of
publications (all mediums) from TRIQUARTERLY (Northwestern
University/Illinois) to ARTFORUM (Czech Republic) to BLUE BEAT JACKET (Japan)
to BEAT SCENE (England) to SOUTHERN REVIEW (Louisiana) to TRIBE magazine
(NYC).
Many
of Ron's poems have been and are being translated into many languages. For a
time Ron was Velocity's (Kentucy's Courier-Journal) Advice Columnist. He has
written for and been featured in a multitude of publications around the
world. In February 2009 Ron was a featured poet at the International Poetry
Festival in Granada, Nicaragua. 130 poets from 50 countries, all 7 continents,
participated. He recently returned from NYC where he completed film work for
Ralph Stevens' independent film, AMAZING SPACE, plus he did performances with
Frank Messina, The David Amram Trio, Tyrone Cotton, and SOUTHSIDE members
Scott Mertz, Andy Cook, and Lee Troutman at the Cornelia Street Cafe and the
Chelsea Hotel. To
book Ron email tmopinsight@yahoo.com or ron@tappingmyownphone.com or call
502-475-47772.
Ron
Whitehead 919
Cherokee Road Louisville,
Kentucky 40204 USA
Ron´s
official website, www.tappingmyownphone.com,
annually receives approximately one million hits from more than 80
countries. He is presently looking for a new webmaster to overhaul and
maintain his site. He has joined forces with Howard and Nancy Wilson
to venture into new creative directions including websiting together and
creating limited edition handmade works using old and handmade
presses. Most editions wll be 126 copies only, all lettered and numbered and
signed. Name of new Press is Published in Heaven for The Global Literary
Renaissance and The Storm Generation a DiY Do it Yourself Production.
We're looking for old presses, every kind including old washboard, so if you
have any information or are interested in bartering to webmaster our site
please contact Ron at above address. Thanks! here are a few Testimonials regarding
Ron Whitehead and his work:
A Ruin
I at
Howth I stand looking to sea one
purple crocus at my door a ruin
I have few walls left
to secure myself from storm bold I
stand vines to mortar stretch spring,
a ruin I wonder enthralled by
wind and rain sun and sea ships
see I come and go but I
remain a ruin rumination
filling cracks gaping low
and high windows doors roof all
gone only angel song and me a ruin
I you me all one we be Ron
Whitehead copyright
(c) 2010 Ron Whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM A Ruin I at
Howth I stand looking to sea one
purple crocus at my door a ruin
I have few walls left
to secure myself from storm bold I
stand vines to mortar stretch spring,
a ruin I wonder enthralled by
wind and rain sun and sea ships
see I come and go but I
remain a ruin rumination
filling cracks gaping low
and high windows doors roof all
gone only angel song and me a ruin
I you me all one we be Ron
Whitehead copyright
(c) 2010 Ron Whitehead Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM no
expectations you
had it coming |
Date: Wed,
8 Dec 2010 10:15:25
Subject:
Russel Hulsey's Ron Whitehead Christmas portrait poem
red wine with yer nose so
bright won't you guide my sleigh tonight "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "I
shall not grow conservative with age." Elizabeth Cady Stanton "Pray
for the dead; fight like hell for the living." Mother Jones Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION MANIFESTO
and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM |
Date: Fri,
10 Dec 2010 21:19:12
Subject:
practicing christmas party hangoutology tomorrow night see you here
hello my
dearest friends!!! sure looking fruward to practicing christmas party Hangoutology
with you (& your companions) tomorrow night here at my new Ron Poet Pad
aka Ron Hole Ron Hermitage Ron Love Shack 919 Cherokee Road Louisville 40204
my phone 502 475 7772 emails tmopinsight@yahoo.com & ron@tappingmyownphone.com yes my new humbly beautiful
homebase abode nearly complete i've moved in my dear friends Howard &
Nancy Wilson built my wandering yogi hillbilly shaman outlaw sin eater poet
and damn proud to be homebase all barter 4 houses down from entrance to Cave
Hill Cemetary same side of street some to front door plenty of food and booze
just bring your beautiful selves and loved ones friends plus poem or song or
two even if you can only stay for little while it'll all be merriment
celebration of life probably tween 9 & 10pm proximately we'll do song and
poetry all lowkey lightning highenergy hangoutology creative energy fun. even
if you can just stop by for little while get yer arses here. plus.
had great visit last night with longtime angel artist friend Jen
Burks she'll be here with friend and we're working on couple projects
including she gonna have 1st official HANGOUTOLOGY since i left my palatial
hangoutology apartment @ 1520 Cherokee Road where we held monthly
Hangoutologies attended by 2 or 3 or 400 people all pure beautiful
wild crazy wisdomed wildness pure beauty so looking forward to next
HANGOUTOLOGY at Jen's pad january 8th mark yer calendars and all of you get
yer asses over here to 919 Cherokee Road tomorrow night that's right tomorrow
saturday december 11 2010 according to th erroneous gregorian calendar not
the accurate luna moth mayan 13 moon Mother Earth natural sacred site
calendar ah well alright that's it see y'all tomorrow night. have fun.
celebrate the amazing beautiful temporal brief gift called life. love, Ron p.s. been
movin so much but now finally have homebase from which i'll travel world
more than ever way beyond amazing nonstop miracles
happening phoenix rising like never before i'm richest most blessed
person on planet whether i have penny in my pocket or not and
i hope everyone feels same way but moving here there yon i've misplaced
lost some folks contact info so please help me out and spread the word
and let well you know who my dear friends are and if they aren't on this
email list and you know how to contact them please help me out and do that
for me i'd sure as hell appreciate it oh and all you UK fans we'll have
tv/game one in back room den tv where you know i'll be throwin shit and
cussin like all sailors wish they could cuss ha yeeeehaw y'all have fun see
U 2morrow new
contact info: Ron
Whitehead 919
Cherokee Road Louisville,
Kentucky 40204 502 475
7772 tmopinsight@yahoo.com & ron@tappingmyownphone.com plus facebook & facebook fan clubs "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM |
Date: Sun,
12 Dec 2010 15:04:10
Subject:
landlord caught spying on New York Mets Poet Frank Messina
http://metspoet.mlblogs.com/archives/2010/12/loony_landlord_caught_spying_o.html
"Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM |
Date: Mon,
13 Dec 2010 06:59:23 -0800 (PST)
Subject:
Louis Bickett II's volume 23 Published in Heaven/Ron Whitehead
40. CULTURAL MEMORABILIA
VOLUME #23, NOTE, BROCHURE & PRICE LIST FOR 'PUBLISHED IN HEAVEN SERIES',
RON WHITEHEAD, LOUISVILLE, KY, POSTMARKED MAY 6, 1995
Monday,
December 13, 2010 9:21 AM From: "Louis Zoellar Bickett II" <l.bickett@insightbb.com> To: "Ron
Whitehead Whitehead" <tmopinsight@yahoo.com>
40. CULTURAL MEMORABILIA VOLUME #23, NOTE, BROCHURE
& PRICE LIST FOR 'PUBLISHED IN HEAVEN SERIES', RON WHITEHEAD, LOUISVILLE,
KY, POSTMARKED MAY 6, 1995
"Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM
|
Date: Wed,
15 Dec 2010 14:59:14
Subject:
Fuck You LEO yer not worth my breath by Ron Whitehead re article bout me
Ron Whitehead
LEO phoneyass weaklings paraphrasing Andy
Warhol there's no such thing as bad publicity good bad long as they're talkin
bout you Keith Richards backed that w/ long as they spell my name right i
don't give a fuck & Hunter is laughin his ass off sayin told you so i
fuckin dare any all of you to approach me eyeball to eyeball anytime get a
real fucking job LEO used to be worth reading "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM
|
Date: Wed,
15 Dec 2010 18:26:53
Subject:
the outlaw poetry of sorcery by ron whitehead (updated 12/15/10)
the
outlaw poetry of sorcery only
action no thoughts no words only action no
regrets no contemplation only action in
the sorcerer's world as in the outlaw's
world regardless of consequences be
fearless act move in matter in spirit move move
warrior move act now there is nothing but now
only action now no lingering no doubting no waitng
no questions only action now in the sorcerer's
world as in the outlaw's world what is who is
that? don't ask act move now only action now no
thoughts no words only action in the sorcerer's
in the outlaw's word today is always a good day
to die in the sorcerer's in the outlaw's world
today is always a good day to die to die ron
whitehead, outlaw sorcerer poet and damn proud to be copyright
(c) 2010 ron whitehead updated
12/15/10 "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM |
Date: Wed,
15 Dec 2010 20:09:22
Subject: The Dance by Ron Whitehead
The Dance we wear
these garments dwell in
these temples briefly
we are short
lived temporary sun
worshippers we are
delicate pale pink
blossoms on Van
Gogh's almond tree our fine
attire covering bones
dancing bones the bones
of life loving
bones bones in
love the dance a waltz
fragrant spring
wind carries us to the
end of the
night Ron
Whitehead from BEAVER
DAM ROCKING CHAIR MARATHON copyright (c) 1997 & 2010 Ron Whitehead "The
adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive."
Joseph Campbell "All
you need in life is ignorance and confidence. And then success
is sure." Mark Twain "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with questions.
This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM |
Date: Wed,
15 Dec 2010 20:26:04
Subject:
The Bone Man Departs by Ron Whitehead
The Bone Man Departs deep deep
down the final alley weaving
his way through cover of waning
darkness as the first songbird
sings dawn Bone trips regains
his footing and at last passes
under the giant blinking neon SPAM
sign drained of blood he
quietly heads out of this
lethal town Bone heads out walking
slowly limping gently dragging
his right foot his faint trail a
breath of bone dust Ron
Whitehead from BEAVER
DAM ROCKING CHAIR MARATHON copyright (c) 1997 & 2010 Ron Whitehea "The
adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive."
Joseph Campbell "All
you need in life is ignorance and confidence. And then success
is sure." Mark Twain "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM "The
adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive."
Joseph Campbell "All
you need in life is ignorance and confidence. And then success
is sure." Mark Twain "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM |
Date: Thu,
16 Dec 2010 04:55:33
Subject:
zero tolerance, a sermon by ron whitehead
zero tolerance, a sermon
by ron whitehead
zero tolerance a sermon
by ron
whitehead it's too
late to go off the grid well the last
final closing time escape even if
when you're i'm we're arrested shot
disappeared buried rotting in open graves the last
final closing time escape from the
grid well if you still have the
desire the courage to get off the grid or the
awareness even of what the fuck the grid
is the only way left now to get
off the grid and well you've dug deep
enough to become fearless enough to
face to embrace your own inevitable
death well the last final only escape from
the grid is right here right now in the
completely naked open honest last
stand thought word heart soul action creative
spiritual high noon blazing desert sun
turquoise sky no more hiding escaping and i
mean no more hiding escaping to anywhere
as in any i said anywhere on this
terribly beautiful green mother luna moth
Mother Earth the greed powermongers their
satellites and their giant computers know exactly
where i you we are they know whatever
they think they need and want to know they
trust no one not even their Mamas and certainly
not themselves so absolutely without any doubt
any equivocation they trust no one no one
especially us us the real people the real
genuine honest open and fucking proud of
it freaks we are the freak party the freak
clan the freak tribe they sure don't
trust us freaks yes i'm we're freaks and damn
proud to be they trust no one they are so far
gone they won't experience redemption until and
after innumerable interminable lifetimes as less
than microscopic pain pus filled rotting
nothingness buried buried for lifetimes in the
heart of Saturn's ass rotting stinking Saturned pieces
less than microscopic fragments of Saturn's assholed
upper coloned shit so ladies and gentlemen all
beings visible and invisible seen and unseen the time has
arrived yes closing time is here but well yet well my heart my
intuition tells me wakes me every morning at 3am to
let me know that by choosing love instead of fear
that regardless of what the majority of fear motivated
humans are doing that by fearlessly choosing despite
any and all failures stubbornly continuing persevering choosing
love as primary motivator then some of us somehow will
miraculously make it through the darkness this rapidly increasing
intensifying avalanching transition which is only gonna
pick up speed some of us gonna go on make it through start
anew all new some of us have already broken through started
rebirthed anew and let me tell you it feels damn good i mean
real damn good to choose love to live to come out of whatever
closet you're hiding fearfully hidling in come out and fearlessly
be your self true self be your dream therefore and so from
this moment i mean right now and anybody who even has an
inkling of the beginning of an understanding of time well you
already know that time actually doesn't i said so-called time
especially Gregorian time doesn't actually exist yet another brainwashed
Constantinian Gregorian Machiavellian machinated lie lie
greed powermonger lie which doesn't actually exist and even now this
moment fleeting moment is already gone baby gone coast to
coast to coast ghost to ghost to ghost and even gone baby way
gone way beyond beyond any and all vanishing points what the
hell is reality where the hell are we why have we murdered over 160
million humans in the past century in one endless bloody greed
powermonger war ceaseless senseless war after another tell me
please tell me why so what gives you yes you the right to deprive
life of all its poetry its mysticism its terrible beauty so as of this
nonexistent moment i yes nada nobody i declare that henceforth
and forevermore in the neverforever i declare that i have zero
tolerance for everything i have zero tolerance for proving myself to
anyone i pledge allegiance to only being my ever changing
ever evolving non-existent paradoxically non-existent 3rd
dimensional intergalactic interdimensional true self true honest failure
my greatest success recognizing as i say it that failure is merely
yet another learning experience opportunity to grow my soul
grow my guilty of everything self which is nada nothing you are i
am we are nothing nobodies but the temporal ephemeral will of
the wisp auroura borealis here gone here gone perpetually appearing
momentarily then disappearing even more rapidly vanishing dreamed
vapor of hope and love of honesty and the pathless land of truth
at least as much as we can fearlessly be and what is that well
somehow somewhere deep inside me a still small voice incessantly
whispers assuring reminding me despite any and all anxiety
and despair reminds me to be to remain hopeful to choose despite
my continual so-called failures to choose relentlessly choose
love to be open honest fearless reminds me that i have a pure
honest soft gentle kind huge enlarged heart but yes i have failed
continue to fail time and again at all of the above so many times
that despite any and all of my pure intentions my daily prayers
meditations visualizations i have zero tolerance zero tolerance
for all governments and laws and religions and marriages and
divorces and churches and undertakers and suburbs and malls and
pollution and drug tests drug laws sobriety tests background
checks standardized tests and seat belts and underwear
and panties and schools and pharisees and judgmentalists
and advertisements and lobbyists and electoral colleges
and mitch mcconnell and rush limbow neutered gangreenrichand karl not a rover
and the evil empire and war and flies and mosquitoes
and self-righteous arrogance elitism and suicide bombers
and death squads and injustice in all its manifestations the only
government for me is the government of individual responsibility
and helping my friends and neighbors and practicing
hangoutology we are all yes we are all dirty filthy dirty
potatoes floating in the same tub of oil and chemical filled
polluted dead zone water beargrass creek the ohio the mississippi
all streams creeks rivers ponds lakes seas oceans and yes
now certainly the gulf of mexico destroyed and i say fuck bp
and regardless of what the british prime minister and their
parasite queen say in their sweet talking bullshit lies attempting
miserably to cover up their intentional felonies i say bp
should be persecuted what after 790plus felonies crimes
against the environment against mother earth against all of us
including their bp parasite queen greed powermonger government
oil companies retarded idiot selves always paying enough
corrupt assholes off to get off come out squeaky clean go on
being more than lethally mean same as the mountaintop removal
coal mine operator owners continue to do they too should be
persecuted first degree felony forced to face the karmic consequences
of their greed powermonger actions and stopped right now
same as bp bp and the british government and their parasite
queen should pay every damn penny for the already damaged
uncleanable cleanup and just as our own beargrass creek
should be rerouted redirected directly into the louisville mayor's
office until he we stop dumping raw sewage and who knows
what else into it and clean it up restore it to its pristine crystal
pure clean natural state well every damn drop of oil we're able to
clean up to gather suction syphon up from the gulf of mexico
and its beaches and tributaries every drop should be loaded
onto planes and flown across the atlantic ocean and dumped
dropped from the air directly onto the houses of parliament
and all the parasite queens leeched mansions and onto
all bp's top headquarters yes we can only come clean by
openly honestly without frontin without lying yes if it
ain't real it ain't no fuckin deal we can only come clean by openly
honestly embracing the consequences of our actions
and embracing our past our roots our history no matter
where we come from no matter how we grew up no matter
what's happened what's happening to us then and now
there comes a time in all our lives and that time my
friends is now right now in this fleeting moment called now the
time has come arrived finally to quit blaming anybody
everybody past present future including yes ourselves
for the facts the events the happenings of our lives and
to accept and embrace and take full responsibility for our
choices decisions actions for what's going on right now
inside and outside ourselves our lives accepting embracing
facing the reality of each of our selves our own lives and
taking action fearless action to correct our mistakes our lack
of thoughtfullness considerateness mindfullness our
selfishness the time has come for forgiveness for givingness
for discerning bighearted mindful wisdom for loving for
compassion not just for our family and friends but for
everyoine including ourselves the high time has come at
long last to take it upon ourselves to change what we
don't like about ourselves to build a bridge one step at a
time from where we are to where we want to be to living
to being our dream what do you want to be more than
anything else i'm not talking about duty bound false responsibility
i'm talking about mindfully compassionately choosing
taking the step by step determined actions building
the bridge to what more than anything you want to be to
be your dream so my dear sweet friends ask dig question
everything everyone including me and especially yourself
cause truth really is a pathless land and we all have to
find the fearless stubborn determined perservering courage
to be our real selves to live to be our dream perseverance
be central to success if i can do it anybody can no
matter what never give up develop your relentless will
power regardless of any and all odds obstacles circumstances
dig relentlessly dig into your deepest heart and soul
self dig unceasingly until you arrive until you are you be
your dream so yes sweet friends and beautiful teacher
enemies may all our hearts be filled with the amazing grace of
forgiveness washing away karma so there are no enemies
so yes we're all dirty potatoes floating in the same tub of
filthy polluted water but we have innumerable options and
alternatives like openheartedly honestly fearlessly with nothing
to hide no secrets calling ourselves and each other by our
real names sharing the poems stories songs events of our lives
respecting and honoring our beautiful differences while
realizing that somewhere in all of us we have more in common
than different so my dear sweet friends i choose to come
clean to have zero tolerance for all the phoney ass fearbased
lying stealing raping pillaging murdering greed powermongered
brainwashed walmart zombie sleepwalking bullshit
that has brought our terribly beautiful green woman luna moth
mother earth to her knees possibly probably to the soon
to arrive well hell the storm has already started its already
here but hopefully regardless of how changes occur even
while dying i we can reach that deep place in ourselves that
peaceful pool of tranquility and forgiving giving having complete
peace with each other with all and everything past present
future seen unseen have be complete peace harmony so when
we die which will be any and every fleeting moment now then
this gifted lifetime will be gone baby eternal presence yes but
gone baby gone even while dying i you we reach a place in
ourselves in ourselves and with each other so when that time
that notime arrives that crossing over the crucibled alchemical
river of fire that time of walking through one door one room
into the next when that happens and it will soon for all
of us we all be born to live born to die so when we die we have
nothing nothing but sweet peaceful tolerance in our open
gentle soft kind mindful loving compassionate forgiving giving
thankful no longer beating hearts and yes even while vanishing
we have no complaints only thanks only thanks thanks
thank you thank you for everything thank you ron
whitehead 10/28/10 copyright
(c) 2010 ron whitehead ron
whitehead 919
cherokee road louisville,
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is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Robbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER "The
adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive."
Joseph Campbell "All
you need in life is ignorance and confidence. And then success
is sure." Mark Twain "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM |
Date: Thu,
16 Dec 2010 06:13:22
Subject:
Can Art Matter? A Manifesto by Ron Whitehead (updated 12/16/10)
Can Art Matter? Published In Heaven: Blood Filled Vessels
"The
adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive."
Joseph Campbell "All
you need in life is ignorance and confidence. And then success
is sure." Mark Twain "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM "The
adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive."
Joseph Campbell "All
you need in life is ignorance and confidence. And then success
is sure." Mark Twain "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM |
Date: Thu,
16 Dec 2010 15:01:56
Subject:
Can A Poet Be An Outlaw? (from Rinaldo Rasa's BEAT SUPERNOVA site Venice Italy)
Can
A Poet Be An Outlaw? (from Rinaldo Rasa's BEAT SUPERNOVA website Venice
Italy final statement on this & on pathetically feebly sad LEO
attempt to do Ron slam which i've recvd thousands of messages from round
world about) my
now 91 year old friend Lawrence Ferlighetti, most important living poet
activist in the world, who, with my friend John Tytell's help, i/we got him
nominated for Nobel Prize in Literature, which he should receive, as should
my Kentucky outlaw farmer poet/writer friend Wendell Berry, my friend
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, founder of 1st ever paperback bookstore in amerika,
City Lights, 261 Columbus Avenue, North Beath San Francisco, still going
Mecca for independent poets writers editors publishers thinkers round the
world, Ferlinghetti in several conversations continually reminds me that the
poet must be enemy of the state cause power inevitably corrupts therefore the
poet, like the prophets of old, must not only fearlessly challenge the
injustices of all governments all ruling elitists but without stopping there,
with the criticism, the righteous anger, like Jesus driving the money
changers out of the temple, the poet must then point to a better way which is
always to treat everyone, regardless of socio-economic status, as equals. we
are all dirty potatoes floating in same tub of water and the more we bang
into each other by openly honestly sharing the poems stories songs failures
successes well then the more we come clean the more we recognize that nobody
and i mean nobody is one iota better or worse than enyone else from homeless
drug addict to The Dalai Lama we are all equal we are all in this together
and we've all got to respect and honor cherish our differences while
simultaneously recognizing that we have more in common, more common ground,
than we have differences, and accept embrace tolerate everyone regardless of
everything and anything. we are, ultimately, finally, ONE BEING. forgiveness
acceptance love compassion is all there is. p.s.
in another article on same front page i'm mentioned in Literary ties bind Louisville
and Prague. talk to me bout what it means to be a literary outlaw. i'm ready.
bring it on. let's have a red wine (& whatever else makes you happy
hangoutology session, or a duel, or both. today is always a good day to die,
which means it's also a good day to live fully in each and every moment,
sharing light and love, while remaining fearless. so. let's enjoy this, and
whatever few moments we have left, and have some real (if it ain't real it
ain't no fuckin deal) fun!!!!! "I
have long admired Ron Whitehead. He is crazy as nine loons, and his poetry is
a dazzling mix of folk wisdom & pure mathematics." Hunter S.
Thompson <span>Can
a poet be an outlaw?</span> responses,
of thousands, from round the world, to Ron Whitehead & Can
a poet be an outlaw? (thousands have also flooded in regarding LEO's
feeble/hilarious attempt to slam Ron) response
from Denis Mahoney, Boston/Black Pig Liberation Front
Note:
Ron Whitehead; Poet as Outlaw This
question can a poet be an outlaw is perhaps the stupidest discussion a bunch
of poets and poets aficionados can have. And something that might prove most
useful. I think now how much I learned from the back and forth aesthetics of
Robert Duncan and the L-A-N-G-A-U-G-E poets. Both sides added multiplicities
to the dimension of poetry. Who
the fuck cares? Poets do, readers do. We define, we make metaphors, we
deconstruct, a strong sense of imponderables, indisputable, unsharable. Bend
and twist, dance on the certainty of sensory. I am not talking about representation,
the singularity of origin, an assimilated sense of meaning which is different
for everyone, or a central ‘idea’ of anything. If
Ron Whitehead is not an outlaw poet no one is. Only a dick would start
an argument on semantics or denounce his concept as he chooses to represent
them. This is his tradition. He is a contrarian in the best sense of the
word. I
could care less what a dictionary defines as outlaw, I really could could
care less about the definition of any word other than how poet uses it, feels
it, burns it tattoos it into his/her skin. That is what we deal with. His
words. What
a petty discussion. Ron Whitehead says he is outlaw, and I know the man, and
I’m willing to give him his word. He’s an outlaw with words. His words can
kill or make thousands sing along. Maybe sometimes he misses, but so did his
fellow prophet Crazy Horse, the bullets missed, but turncoats stabbed him in
the back. Billy the Kid, punk murderer, missed, fucked himself.
Burroughs shot his wife in the head and got away with it, a William Tell
murderer on the run. Joan dead in Mexico. Nothing cool about that, the fuck.
So who you looking for to be your outlaw poet -- Corso? a junky dick;
Jim Morrison? great dinner guest, piss on your chairs and sheets. Ron
Whitehead makes these punks look like kids. He has lived it, he has lived
past their youth, he is wise, he knows when to pull his gun and it’s not
arbitrary. Ron
Whitehead speaks and lives the truth. His trigger is on hold, but shoots
words for truth for all of us.. Might
not be yours but tells it like motherfucker (but he loves his Mom and the
term is guttural). He’s not this generations’ Jack Kerouac. So what if
sometime times he’s drunk, wailing like a madman, he is that kind of
writer. For
our generation, Ron still writes, one of his friends, Hunter Thompson blew
his head off like Cobain. Ron’s the Kentucky prophet Like John Brown, he’ll
fuck them in their still wet eyes and fill their skulls with urine. That’s
his outlaw poetry. Collect his piss as souvenirs, and study in it in
whatever shitty university will buy it. Ron’s
right here, standing, reading, spouting his revolutionary shit, outlaw shit.
Let him go! Petty fucking professor says he ain’t an outlaw poet... Says he
ain’t an outlaw. Define it to your class professor pig. Ron will still stand
and be ready to write and ready to roll. Fuck the word outlaw. Fuck academia.
Ron is beyond both. He’s our Yeats, our Pound, our Ginsberg, our Baraka. He
brings his friends with him. He is a general, a meek Jesus-Muhammad- Buddha
general. Love General. He is America's poet. Outlaw?
He’ll kill you with love. He’d
rather hug your ass than put a bullet in it.
Denis
Mahoney, Boston, Black Pig Liberation Front (last cd included NYC DJ
Spooky & NYC's other best DJs & Lee Ranaldo & Thurston Moore
& Mike Watt & others. Ron & Denis/Black Pig have
worked/performed together for years & are looking forward to upcoming
global projects/tours/performances)
“Well, while I’m here I’ll do the
work — and what’s the work? To
ease the pain of living. Everything else is drunken dumbshow.”
Allen Ginsberg Blurry
Cars Torn From Morning for Ron
Whitehead Sickness
creases air in
so many unpleasant
folds.
Broke
smokestack. Blurry cars
torn from morning.
Impossibly dark maps
of the gone world.
When will we see
crashes of light?
Reach beyond arm's
length.
When will we hear the
poets chime?! Embrace
ecstatic. Rise
above burned sky
seizure of drunken
dumbshow.
Shut up your facade
America. Rave your
Muslim smile. Chant
your Agnostic
Humanistic flags.
Untie your Armies'
boots. Braille your Buddhist
waves. Ignite
your inner-workings.
Cosmic Christ your
sewers' stench.
Peace-pipe forgotten
reservations with holy buffalo-visions
of Earth.
Paint masterpieces of
Judaic Mysticism; Hindu
shrines of brave
compassionate
voyage. Into America.
Laugh your heart
freely. Air looms of
peace.
Evacuate tollbooths. Excavate
sacred rights.
Re-live
your
Forefathers creed! Liquidate
disturbances. Make
highways High & freeways
Free. Invoke
new dynamic shrouds.
Erect tomorrows'
libraries to your
unborn. Deny
red glare rockets
to rise. Kiss your
comely vacancy - The
space where for too
long (the) sword has
pierced (the) stone. Russel
Hulsey AKA
Jack Russel, Lost HWY The
Storm Generation “The
only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to
talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who
never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous
yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the
middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
- Jack Kerouac Dear
Professor Smock, This
e-mail is in regards to your "CAN A POET BE AN OUTLAW"? commentary
with Ron Whitehead. I think you should read the comment section. I WROTE IT.
But for your reading pleasure, I have copied and pasted it here: The BEST
music, poetry, art, literature, for me has been OUTSIDE the halls of
prostitution, I mean, academia. In music, composers like Stockhausen, Boulez,
and Luigi Nono (but to name a few) did NOT rely on academia for their
paychecks. They STUCK THEIR NECKS OUT. Give me poetry of Ron Whitehead ANY
DAY OF THE WEEK, but for academia? They can all be good little boys and girls
and compose, write, create for their God: TENURE! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You see,
Professor Smock, I am a composer and pianist. I "learned" music
from inside the walls of academia. I learned from all of the self-righteous,
tenure-hungry Ph.D.'s in music. What I find funny is, *I* am the one that has
CD's out on a major label. (http://www.naxoslicensingcom/performer/110173/) {this website is blank now, as
NAXOS finally received my biography, photos, and music samples from the
studio}. My flute concerto is available already: <span>http://numusicdirect.com/MW15.html</span> [I share this CD
release with fellow living composers]. And yet,
I hold NO POSITION IN ACADEMIA. I would not WANT TO. I quite enjoy composing
what I WANT to compose, what I damn well feel like composing, and I do NOT
HAVE TO BOW DOWN to some dean or department chairman and be a good
little boy and compose like they tell me. I will be
composer-in-residence at Western Michigan University, where I am to not only
have my works performed there, but to speak to the students as to WHY I DID
NOT CHOSE THE FUNERAL HOME, or, as I like to call it, THE HOUSE OF
PROSTITUTION OF ACADEMIA (one must sell your body and soul to get TENURE).
The faculty at W.Mich. understand my feelings about academia, which makes
this all the more interesting. I am speaking at the very type of institution
that I loathe. Perhaps W. Mich. has some enlightened faculty? I will
have a performance of a new work, "FOUR POEMS OF RON WHITEHEAD"
which I set to chamber ensemble, mezzo-soprano, and a WONDERFUL child-actress
who lives in Louisville, Kentucky. All this, and I don't have a job in
academia. No, I do NOT come from money. I have what you might call a
"day job". I write and maintain software. It pays the bills, gives
me enough for my diabetes medications via health insurance, and a nice
retirement. I get home VERY early, am NOT worn out from dealing with CLOSED
MINDED PH.D.'s, and compose for six hours per night. I do not
have to beg for funding for a project ( my composition for Western Michigan
calls for electronics: I paid cash, and did not have to GROVEL or spread my
legs for any funding! ) and basically give the middle finger to those who
preach what I am composing is wrong (yet, I get commissions for a high fee,
and I have a recording contract....hmmmm.....) Ron
Whitehead can call himself whatever he pleases. He is a REAL POET, sticking
his entire neck out for art. You, sir, on the other hand, more than likely,
wrote "proper and polite poetry" for your beloved God and Creator:
TENURE. Yours, Peter
D. Pecere
(Michigan/Virginia/NYC) Pianist/Composer/Guitarist/and,
maybe, OUTLAW MUSICIAN! Yo
Brother Ron this is Grrrrrrrrreat publicity for yr new releases a
godsend....i can relate though i didnt pay to muchattention to it at the time
shortly after Utangarðsmenn made there debut a few professors n intellectuals
made an attack publicly on Bubbi´s lyrics saying they were not correct
grammitically and so on and therefor not relevant blablabla
ahahahaha!!!! We
were so busy giggin...it was splashed all over the papers we didnt really
react except to keep doin what we were doin ( it just seemed bizzare &
rediculous to us personally )& it wound up as a big debate
heavily publisized at The University of Iceland our rcds. sold like hell
literally flew off the shelves and a space was opened up for
thought & debate in Icelandic society the whole thing took on a Life
of its Own i mean what more could ya ask for?... when the dust settled
some who started all this kinda faded under their desks and the public recognized
that the musical & lyrical idiom of Rock n Roll was a Free & Wide
Open Space beyond all silly rules IT WAS IS AT ITS BEST OUTLAW
POETRY...Congratulations Ron the gods are smiling on you & with you... Infinite
Rockin Blessings, Brother
Michael WhopbopaloolaBingBangBOOM!!! Michael
Dean Odin Pollock, Iceland, founding member of Utangardsmenn/Outsiders
(played with The Clash/voted Iceland's Best Rock Band of 20th Century) <span>www.myspace.com/michaeldeanodinpollock</span> <span>www.imradio.com/michaeldeanodinpollock</span> <span>www.grapevine.is</span> "
Anything Can Happen Anytime " "Can
Ron Whitehead be an outlaw poet? Does Charlie Daniels play a mean
fiddle?" Michael Young, Roots n Boots DJ, Radio Louisville "The
only way to be a true poet is to be an outlaw my friend!" Larry
Jaffe, Florida
more Testimonials,
from round the world, regarding Ron Whitehead
and his work: His
poetry, prose, and other writings have appeared round the world in a spectrum
of journals, magazines, anthologies, newspapers, posters, CDs, cassettes,
vinyl, chap-books, zines, books, literary, music, films & arts
publications. Below, you will find quotes and testimonials, from folks round
the world, regarding Ron and his work (plus closing poem): Lawrence
Ferlinghetti
(City Lights, San Fransisco): "Ron Whitehead is a real visionary!" Hunter
S. Thompson
(Colorado): "I have long admired Ron Whitehead. He is crazy as nine
loons, and his poetry is a dazzling mix of folk wisdom and pure
mathematics." Yevgeny
Yevtushenko
(Russia): "Ron Whitehead is a prophet. He is one of the world's greatest
poet prophets. What an inspiring honor to hear him read here at Granada
Nicaragua's International Poetry Festival!" Cameron
Crowe & Nancy
Wilson (California): "We love Ron and Sarah Whitehead's WESTERN
KENTUCKY masterpiece...and Sarah Elizabeth's stunning music...Ron Whitehead
is a genius...Ron and Sarah are quite the inspiring couple..." David
Amram (New
York): "Ron Whitehead is already acknowledged by many of his Elders to
be a Major Literary Figure and the epitome of the work ethic! Ron and I have
collaborated, recorded and performed at major festivals and universities all
over the USA and Europe. Ron Whitehead is an extraordinary motivator who
inspires young people to pursue the highest standards, to work tirelessly and
to celebrate the intellect by constant study of Classic Literature while
remaining Creative. At 73, I continue to learn from him." Blanca
Castellon (Nicaragua):
"Ron Whitehead was the hero of our 2009 Granada Nicaragua International
Poetry Festival." Casey
Cyr
(Connecticut): "Ron Whitehead transends even the devestatingly hard
lessons of our times and speaks to the only true lessons, the eternal ones.
He cuts right through the chaos that comprises our chattering thoughts. Ron
Whitehead asks: Can art matter? Is it merely a gold exchange for the rich?
Art IS the Holy Grail. And at the deepest primal level, everybody knows it.
Only a few, like Ron Whitehead, can perceive it as clearly and communicate it
while in his incarnate human being." Frank
Messina (New
York): "Ron Whitehead is one of my closest allies. He is a man of wisdom
and tolerance. Ron and I debate over political issues, and sometimes he's
even right. But, in the end, we're still friends. There is only one man I
want to fight along my side in the trenches of life and his name is Ron
Whitehead. He is one of the last warriors left in America." Carolyn
Cassady
(England): "I had heard people talk about Ron Whitehead for years so
when I heard him read at The Ocean on the last night of the London
International Poetry and Song Festival I understood why. His poems, and his
reading of them, are pure genius." Annalisa
Papaleo
(Italy): "Ron Whitehead is an alchemist of language, a magician of
poetry, a King of Words...I am honored to translate his work into
Italian." John
Rocco (New
York): "In BEAVER DAM ROCKING CHAIR MARATHON: fragments of a lost text,
Ron Whitehead is 'the great rememberer' and 'the great experiencer'...a
scintillating portrait...a Bildungsroman...in which each memory becomes
charged with his history and the embrace of his subject...capturing the
memory of what Ginsberg calls 'Mortal' America...and Whitehead's new CD
TAPPING MY OWN PHONE is a mercurial collection which features some of the
'fragments' that appear in the novel." John
Tytell (New
York): "With The Declaration of Independence This Time: Selected Poems
1996-2000, Ron Whitehead has a brave powerful book and the voice to carry
it." Zen
Master Dae Gak
(Korea): "Ron Whitehead is Angry tender hearted Poet lover Who, Ripped
open by life's Sharp, diamond caesarean Edge, Emerges, awake, alive, Shaking
blood and tissue. Howling at the, with a shriek, Morning sun
AAAAAGH!!!!!!!" Theo
Dorgan
(Ireland): "Ron Whitehead is a one man Atlantic bridge." Eimear
O'Connor
(Ireland): "Ron Whitehead's words travelled at high speed Along the
Liffey and out into the sea...mesmerised By the motion Of emotion...Something
magic Happened over the Winding Stair Above the streets, Closer to the
stars." Vincent
McWilliams
(Ireland): "Ron Whitehead's poetry is like a fast train coming." David
Amram (New
York): "At the dawn of the 21st Century our young people have few role
models of distinction and even fewer people close to their own age to look up
to. Ron Whitehead gives hope to our artistic and intellectual future and
gives our young people someone to look up to and emulate. Having worked with
Ron many times, round the world, I can only share my amazement at his
genius-level ability to organize and create memorable events that make all
involved feel inspired to do their best. His own brilliance as a poet is
matched by his dynamism, integrity and ability to communicate with anybody
and everybody. I am honored to work with him anytime he ever needs me." Lee
Ranaldo (New
York): "Ron Whitehead's TAPPING MY OWN PHONE is superb!" Michael
Pollock
(Iceland): "Ron Whitehead is The World Ambassador of Poetry." Karel
Srp (Czeck
Republic): "The ARTFORUM '98 Exhibition of Ron Whitehead's important
work, both his and his work as Director of The Literary Renaissance, was a
big hit and a huge success. It is very important for us to see, through
poetry and art, the situation in USA and round the world. Through Ron's work
we see. Now all his work is in our archives. The people of Prague can
continue to see. We are proud. It is important for us. Thank YOU!" Lana
Witt
(California): "Ron Whitehead is amazing. I've seldom known poetry to
rise to the honesty, stubborness, and energy of what came charging straight
at me in his CD TAPPING MY OWN PHONE." Frank
Messina (New
York): "Listening to TAPPING MY OWN PHONE is like tapping into an oil
well of inspiration; a poetic horn of plenty where the flavor of American
political angst and true Kentuckian local color shoots its way straight to
the soul. Ron Whitehead is at least Chaucer's equal. The BEAVER DAM ROCKING
CHAIR MARATHON is a Masterpiece better than THE CANTERBURY TALES. Three
cheers to Ron Whitehead!" Kevin
Ring
(England): "Ron Whitehead explodes in a tirade aimed at pulling down all
the garbage that society holds dear: rampant commercialism, couldn't care
lessism. If the President thinks he's got trouble with Ms Lewinsky then he'd
better watch out for Ron as he gives us the REAL AMERICA." Frederick
Smock
(Kentucky): "BEAVER DAM ROCKING CHAIR MARATHON achieves an urgency and
immediacy that is truly poetic." Jordan
Green (North
Carolina): "Ron Whitehead is the incantatory, subversive bard of
Kentucky. He is a poet with higher vision and higher frequency tuning. He has
a performance style learned from his Pentecostal preacher grandfather but
which also takes the best from the oral poetic style of the Beats. Ron is an
energy force that encourages articulation and voice, that makes young people
proud to be part of something. His voice cuts through the rough reality of
his western Kentucky coal mining roots and reaches for a higher cosmic grace.
Ron has produced over 400 readings and INSOMNIACATHONs and has read all over
Europe and the USA. At the age of 48, with a family to support and complete
commitment to his craft, Ron Whitehead will get in a car or on a plane
anytime and travel anywhere he's asked to give a reading." Miguel
Moors
(Belgium): "Ron Whitehead dissects American Society with a butcher
knife." Lawrence
Ferlinghetti
(California): "Ron Whitehead, out there in Kentucky, out there where the
tall heroes used to grow, is sowing the dragon's teeth of new heroics." Bob
Holman (New
York): "And now it was like a cyclone hit that stage - Ron Whitehead is
screeding a poem with an 8-piece orchestra toodling out sounds by Jeremy
Podgursky, amazing, high energy, a battle for soul!" Anastasios
Kozaitis
(New York): "Ron Whitehead is the most engaged poetry activist in the
United States of America!" Al
Aronowitz (New
York): "An autobiographical gem that marks compassion and defiance as
the touchstones of heroic myth in the coming-of-age of a young man in the
western Kentucky coal fields. Ron Whitehead is one of the greatest poets of
our time." Paul
McDonald
(Indonesia): "Ron Whitehead has the gift of perceiving the divine in the
ordinary. His work is always at least exciting if not magical. It is
simultaneously hard-bitten, stark and urban while containing a gentle,
pastoral lyricism all of which is always compelling. His work is a dharma
gate that must be entered, a magnificent Zen koan where the question and
answer lie hidden in the experience." Rene
Hendrix (The
Netherlands): "William S. Burroughs and Ron Whitehead, in a series of
dreams, taught me how to save the world." Casey
Cyr
(Connecticut): "Ron Whitehead has been working so hard all his life, has
climbed the equivalent of a hundred Mount Everests for poetry, music,
integration, inclusion, non-specialization, LOVE and the advancement of
humankind. No one else who I know has the endurance and capacity and
generosity of spirit (except for David Amram who shares these qualities) to
achieve what he is achieving. Ron is clearly chosen for the work that he is
doing, and it is a ray of clarity and grace that shines from his being. HIS
GIANT HEART IS SINGING!" Jan
Pankow (The
Netherlands): "Ron Whitehead's poems are a magnetic field of poetry
energy: encounters, viewpoints, and facts of life mingling with emotions,
dreams, and visions." Robert
Lax (Greece):
"Ron Whitehead's "Moxley and Eirene" worked its way into one
of my just-before-waking dreams last night. The whole story. And yes,
naturally I'm ready to endorse all he says in I Will NOT BOW DOWN, too!"
Douglas
Brinkley
(Texas): "Ron Whitehead is one of the most exciting poets in America.
Poet and literary activist, he is one of the great poets of his
generation." Tenzin
Geyche Tethong, Secretary to His Holiness The Dalai Lama (India): "Ron Whitehead, His
Holiness The Dalai Lama thanks you and offers his blessing and permission for
you to create a poster of his message to you which you have written in the
form of a poem. I would like to express my personal appreciation to you. Your
poem for of His Holiness's message is extremely powerful and moving. I am
confident that it will inspire many." Robert
Hunter
(California): "Ron Whitehead's energy and important work never fail to
amaze me!" Diane
di Prima
(California): "Ron Whitehead, Fellow traveller riding the winds of
change between worlds, in the thick of the creative process, Bon voyage! I
enjoyed EVE AND THE OPHIDIANS. "White Horses" is really
strong!" Bob
Holman (New
York): "Spoken word at its purest and most fulfilling. Ron's combination
of full drawl, magnolia sweet and Wendell Berry's Mad Farmer's blue hot rage,
vitally fashions a new post in the American ear." Jim
Carroll (New
York): "Love, Angelic Orders, and Blessings on Ron Whitehead's good
work!" David
Amram (New
York): "There were over 300 poets and musicians. Ron Whitehead was the
highlight of the New York City festival. When he read I was knocked out! I
marveled at the talent he possessed! He captures the spirit of the South in
his poetry!" Eithne
Strong
(Ireland): "Ron Whitehead's dazzling energetic work, his poetry and his
prose never cease to impress and astonish!" Allen
Ginsberg
(New York): "Ron Whitehead is energetic Bodhisattvic poetic spirit!
Happy to see and read so much poetry energy!" Harper
Tobin
(Washington, D.C.): "Ron Whitehead's BEAVER DAM ROCKING CHAIR MARATHON
is no cheesy nostalgia trip. Anyone familiar with Whitehead's work knows
better. He gives achingly real portraits of Beaver Dam's inhabitants,
offering up the disturbing as well as the beautiful, the ugly as well as the
quaint. His style shifts from page to page always capturing the reader,
evoking the spirit of defiance and hope that is the heart of this literary
treasure...Why isn't Ron Whitehead already a household name?! His TAPPING MY
OWN PHONE is a gem. Ron reads as if any breath could be his last. He captures
the world in all its beauty, corruption, and potential. I cannot recommend
his work highly enough!" Joe
Slavin (Kentucky):
"Ron Whitehead is the most extraordinary teacher-scholar it has been my
great good fortune to know over a career spanning thirty seven years. His
success in encouraging students, to express themselves and grow as students,
is unrivalled." Lawrence
Ferlinghetti
(California): "Ce Ron Whitehead est un brave type! Il a ecrit un poem
autobiographique que est epatant...sur San Francisco et un certain fer-ling-g
hetti...Qui est? Ron
Whitehead is Bodhisattva in Kentucky!" Seamus
Heaney
(Ireland): "Ron Whitehead, the only begettor of all this, is here for
good!" Colin
Cooper
(England): "Ron Whitehead lives at 100 miles an hour judging from his
book of poetry...like Ferlinghetti...he's a rabble rouser and wildly romantic
and we need plenty of those...the book is illustrated by full colour
paintings by Ferlinghetti...Fit him alongside Gary Snyder for wit and insight...certain
to shake up the old guard." Bob
Edwards
(Washington D.C.): "I LOVE Ron Whitehead's "The Coal Miner(I &
II)" and "Moxley and Eirene!" Denis
Mahoney
(Rhode Island): "These past months I have read Ron Whitehead's BLOOD
FILLED VESSELS RACING TO THE HEART: Beyond Chaos is The Ocean of
Consciousness several times. What a remarkable work it is! It's subtle (and
not too) back and forth gestures and movements and openings and its
Placement! I wish he would continue this work! This is the direction that
people need to See towards, be, at least, opened to. Thank You Ron Whitehead
for The Work!" Danny
O'Bryan
(Kentucky): "The Great White Light, Whitehead that is, swept over The
College last night with a round of passionate posey mined directly from his ever
raucous life. Mentioning notables like Amiri Baraka and The Dalai Lama -
illustrious heroes many of the role-model-starved students probably never
heard of - the poet quickly had them under his spell. The man, who always
wears his life on his sleeve for everyone to gawk at, flexed his tattoo
covered arms at the scribes "I might be skinny but look at those
muscles!" and spit out tales of Kentucky rocking chair competitions and
wild family antics that made "Do You Want To Be A Millionaire" look
life watching paint dry. Certainly all present learned an important lesson:
It doesn't hurt to celebrate life in all its painful and joyful
manifestations!...Ron Whitehead, a virtual P.T. Barnum of Poetry, is on a
one-man crusade to change the consciousness of the world through poetry and
music...Whitehead and his non-porfit organization The Literary Renaissance
launched a series of multimedia INSOMNIACATHONs (Temporary Autonomous Zones):
48-hour marathons of poetry and music and art and film (all the Arts), similar
to Ken Kesey and The Merry Pranksters minus the bus, attracting large
audiences and worldwide attention...This led Whitehead to take his traveling
magic mystery theatre on the road to New York City and New Orleans (where the
TIMES-PICAYUNE named his INSOMNIACATHON 1996 "Arts Event of The
Year") and The Netherlands and numerous other cities states and
countries...Never one to separate art from show biz or politics (or newcomers
from old-timers) Whitehead assembled an odd cast of characters for his Hunter
S. Thompson "This is Your Life" Tribute which the NEW YORK TIMES
called "a beautiful literary last waltz." The event included actor
Johnny Depp, musician Warren Zevon, socialite Roxanne Pulitzer, historian
Douglas Brinkley, world musician composer David Amram, the Sheriff of Pitkin
County (Aspen), former Louisville Mayor Harvey Sloane, Hunter's Mother
Virginia, his son Juan, and a host of others including a bluegrass band.
Everyone at the SRO event closed out the night standing singing "My Old
Kentucky Home." Casey
Cyr
(Connecticut): "I got to know Ron Whitehead's I WILL NOT BOW DOWN:
Selected Poems 1990-1995 well and from it I feel an understanding for some of
what Ron has been doing in the world. The physicality of which is astonishing
- but that doesn't even compare with what kind of alchemy is happening on the
mental levels. Ron Whitehead is Shaman and Shamas (the candle that lights
other candles) contributing to, directing, promoting, integrating, expanding,
and possibly healing the consciousness of an artistic body of thought that
sure does need help to go to the next level, which I believe has something to
do with the heart region. And if I might prophesize, I think that Ron will be
seen as one of the great poets of our generation, which I believe spans about
50 years. The kids of tomorrow's wasteland are really going to need him. Just
like we need Patchen and Kerouac. Those guys changed and saved my life."
John
Tytell (New
York): "Ron Whitehead reminds me of Corso...early Yeats in the Celtic
Twilight...Ferlinghetti...Ginsberg...spontaneous transcription emerging in a
tumultuous rush...infused with Whitehead's belief in the magical
transformations implicit in poetry, with the music of the poem serving as
chant, incantation, ultimately pagan prayer...the same can be said for the
poetry rants (Insomniacathons) Whitehead has been organizing around the
country, non-stop marathon readings." David
Amram (New
York): "The first time I heard Ron Whitehead read I felt what I imagine
those who heard Abraham Lincoln deliver The Gettysburg Address felt." Thomas
Nord
(Kentucky): "Ron Whitehead eats, sleeps, and breathes poetry." Michael
Dean Odin Pollock (Iceland): "The London International Poetry & Song Festival's
response to Ron Whitehead's I WILL NOT BOW DOWN was Incredible POWERFULL it
felt like a bomb hit The Ocean...people were yellin, clappin, sayin YEAH
others riveted wide eyed to their seats...i stood at the back of the room up
on some stairs to get an eagle eye view of this poem which I consider along
with LEAVES OF GRASS by Walt Whitman and HOWL by Allen Ginsberg and
THANKSGIVING PRAYER by William S. Burroughs to be one of the GREAT American
poems of All Times. I WILL NOT BOW DOWN and ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER capture
the voice/heart/spirit of later 20th Century and on better than anything I've
heard!" Nick
Obis (Ohio):
"Ron Whitehead, I thank you and Quincey Troupe for
headlining the University of Dayton's 2nd Annual Literature Conference, 2002.
Friday evening was nothing short of astounding - certainly like nothing my
students had ever heard! I heard so many wonderful comments from them in the
following days and weeks about all the various aspects of your performance,
with your group The Viking Hillbilly Apocalypse Revue. I too can still hear
the Icelandic rapping, the ambient music, and the powerful words; it was a
staggering, moving experience; I don't think I have ever seen anyone,
anywhere, break dance at a poetry reading! But what moved me more than the
poetry and music was your patience, kindness, and understanding. I was so
nervous before the festival, and so relieved by your sympathy and
easygoingness. You are truly a remarkable person with a remarkable group.
Thanks for teaching me to "never give up!" Denis
Mahoney
(Rhode Island): "Ron Whitehead has the goods and is the last and forward
maker of the fire breather preacher with the text written new across the
starry night. I can picture him reading poems with snakes crawling out of his
mouth and nostrils, like those maniacs who work the snakes for Jesus, turning
to medusa flames, the fork filled flavor flick fuck tongue is two words split
into a thousand pieces of black and white sand and delivered like a Sioux
death chant, a new ghost dance to live and rise out of the ashes. Ron's word
is poet breath, new creation out of decay, intentions are color worlds,
filled with color, every tint is blow breath glass and I keep coming back to
his nostrils flared like John Brown in Kansas, hard muscle break tracks, or
soft glow of love he is able to bring the rage round to snake crazy snake
soul sonnets to orpheus, our brother Rilke Flower-muscle that slowly opens
back the anemone to another meadow-dawn, until her womb can feel the
polyphonic light of the sonorous heavens pouring down is prophecy and vision
blast bleak and we all stand naked against the capitalist relation that has
come to encompass existance and Ron as new prophet stands against that as
strong as John Brown, Rilke, just a neck down the vision ladder from our
kooky Dada Queen Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven and is exactly what is
needed. I give Ron the world in his breath." Tom
House
(Nashville): "That's a wild and fierce look on the cover of Ron
Whitehead's new I Will Not Bow Down CD, and that's a wild and fierce picture
of him there on the inside, and that's a wild and fierce
performance/production he presents. I was not prepared. Finally got back home
and settled in here last night put it on and blew my head right from the
start. Old favorite, "Tapping My Own Phone," the music is like the
subconscious of the mind mouthing those feverish thoughts. "4th Person
Singular" a favorite as well. Not sure if I've heard that one before.
"Raven Hair And Turquoise" and "Comes Night And Wind"
both great. The music never gets in the way of the words and, as in the very
best one to me "Gimme Back My Wig," the whole becomes way more than
the components, damn almost like rock and roll - and in many ways this feels
as much like a "band" CD as it does a "spoken word" one.
And I think Ron paces it like one. That's just something always important to
me, almost like a set, and Ron is a master at that. He couldn't end it more
personally, poetically, beautifully than with "You Grow Wild In My
Heart." I Will Not Bow Down is definitely a masterful work and I
congratulate Ron and all who perform on it. I'll be giving this guy some
hardcore listening these days to come." Dan
Roberts
(KZYX Radio, California): "TAPPING MY OWN PHONE is the most amazing CD
of poetry I've heard!" August
Highland
(California ): "Ron Whitehead is The Dalai Lama of the literary
world." Frank
Messina (New
York ): "I've seen thousands blinded by the white light, halos and
fractal geometry of Ron Whitehead. I've seen tundra-demons, geothermal
genies, naysayers forever turned to stone by that Kentucky 'Bone Man'. And
yes, I've seen Ron Whitehead levitate over stages 3, 4 and 5,000 miles from
Kentucky, held up high by coal mine spirits, red wine and Buddha at the palms
of his feet." Jean
Ritchie (New
York): "Kentucky, by Sarah Elizabethth and Ron Whitehead, is a stunning
CD. Sarah and Ron both did a beautiful job." Dr.
Joe Slavin
(Kentucky): "Kentucky, by Sarah Elizabeth & Ron Whitehead, is a
stunning piece of work, beautiful in both sound and heart." Tommy
Gaffney
(Oregon): "Spending time with Ron Whitehead a few years back
changed my life. The whole damn experience, from the wine-soaked
meeting in his living room to the bourbon-infused book signing, he
so graciously hosted, is still with me everyday. Not sure how to repay him
for all that. And I appreciate the email updates on his mad
adventures. I open the ol’ yahoo account every morning hoping for more
news. What can I say, he's an inspiring man. And I’ve been
spreading the word about his work around Portland, Oregon. In
fact, I currently volunteer to host a small writers group (in my cramped
little living room), and we discussed Ron's Tapping My Own Phone
as our first “assignment.” We also listened to my copies of “I Will Not
Bow Down” and “The Viking Hillbilly Apocalypse Revue." The overall
theme for the session was “this is how this shit is done.” In a
word, Ron Whitehead's influence continues to cross mountain ranges
that ain’t used to being shown up. Thanks Ron for being you, my
friend." Casey
Cyr (Connecticut): "Ron Whitehead's new CLOSING TIME CD is magical,
radical inspiration, stark truth, gentle beauty. It portrays the human
experience completely. The flame reflected in four generations, all together
reveal the purity of oneness." David
Amram (New York): "Ron Whitehead's 'The Sound of Snowflakes on Christmas
Eve' and 'Old Blue Got Run Over by A Coal Truck on Christmas' are right up
there with Charles Dickens' A CHRISTMAS CAROL and Dylan Thomas' A CHILD'S
CHRISTMAS in WALES. Not one word could/should be changed. They are classics!
I have always loved Ron Whitehead's spirit and generosity as well as his
work...These stories are like the late paintings of Matisse, and Richard
Strauss' last art songs, where they both turned to simplicity and clarity
when in their prime. Ron's stories/poems should be read at The White House,
if we get a President who knows where the South is located and understands
the poetry of the lives of everyday people and the beauty of family life as
well as the magic of Snow in the South...Ron's work is right up there with
Mark Twain...It transcends politics. His work should be read in classrooms,
as children's stories, Southern Studies, poetry classes, church reading groups...His
work can reach the whole world...His work is way Beyond Beat!! Ron
Whitehead's work is lyrical, touching, and perfectly written AND SO
REFRESHING...I'll be glad to write a Forward or Introduction to any of his
books anytime... Nobody is doing what Ron Whitehead is doing, especially in
his newest works...They are 100% Whitehead." Dennis
Kirtley (Morocco): "I am all about music. I think music. I sleep it. I
eat it. It's just in me. And not just my own music - also the music of great
composers. I know many symphonies by heart, great jazz compositions, note for
note. As I was reading Ron Whitehead's poems last night, music was playing in
my head and it wouldn't stop. It was the score of "Rhapsody in
Blue" by Gershwin. The brainscreen image was that of a train, streaming
forceful and unstoppable through the countryside. This is the sense Ron
Whitehead's poetry and person brings to me. I thank him for being him!" Gui
Stuart (Kentucky): "Ron Whitehead is the greatest living writer...and he
is still struggling to pay the bills so how can I hope for anything more than
to write...writing is an unnatural act...but it is not any more unnatural
than working in an office or talking on a cellphone...and in some strange
ways it is the most natural act of all...being human feels like an unnatural
act in these trying times of fascism...the absurdity of fascism is everywhere
but I don't want to live like that and I sure as hell don't want to write
like that...I owe Ron Whitehead more than I can ever repay...he has taught me
that failure is nothing and that it is okay to fail as long as I write what I
feel and know...and I'm gonna continue, just like Ron does, regardless of
whether I ever get published...I'm gonna continue to test my own limits and
probe my own humanity...I would love to make some money to live on and be
able to start a printing press with Ron someday but that is not why I
write...I write to try and redeem my own soul for myself...that is why I
write...I write out of some alien innate gnostic urge to express the conflict
of humanity that is in me and in all of us...that is why I write...they can't
beat us...Ron Whitehead proves that every day...they can't take our souls
from us...Ron Whitehead reminds us of that in his writing and in his
life...they can lie and cheat and steal and even kill us but they'll never
take our souls...Ron Whitehead reminds us of that in all he says and
does...Ron Whitehead reminds us that no matter what happens Never Give
Up." Thomas
Healey (Indiana): "It's always great to hear Ron
Whitehead read. It's the poetic equivalent of a lava flow. The burn
sears away the dross, leaving pure gold." Paul
K (Detroit/NYC/Kentucky): "Ron Whitehead is America's greatest living
poet." A
Prayer for the Ascended Master Poet, Ron
Whitehead by
Casey Cyr (Connecticut) Today
I pray for the ascended master poets born
to be born to be born the
ascended master poets to
teach to heal to unify living
in realization of one's purpose that
each one will graciously accept the
abundance clearly present in the universe that
he may not suffer as
suffering remains a lesson of the uninitiated and
a choice by the enlightened that
he may be at peace at the center of the storm as
the true Bodhisattvaa that he is and
receive many unlimited blessings but
not be bound by limitations and impositions for
he stands clearly in a lighted room with
eyes open where
others may or may not choose to open
their eyes for
the light is there, it is always on today
i pray for the ascended master poet that
he may receive the abundance of the universe in all forms because
an ascended master knows what do to with money
power success may
he have any and all things that he needs to
fulfill his purpose may
he reach any and all persons, destinations may
any obstacles vanish like fog lifted by sun may
any fear surrounding this abundance be washed away from his human form stand
before your mirror do
not hold it tightly, do not let it break skin honor
each cell breathe
in love breathe
out ascended master knowledge that
you've been gathering for eternity that
only you can emit seize
your purpose and share your being fully breathe
in abundance in
any and all forms for
they are yours stand
before your mirror and say "aaaah!" and
thank molecules spinning that
got born the
ascended master poet before you A
Prayer for the Ascended Master Poet, Ron
Whitehead Today
I pray for the ascended master poets born
to be born to be born the
ascended master poets to
teach to heal to unify living
in realization of one's purpose that
each one will graciously accept the
abundance clearly present in the universe that
he may not suffer as
suffering remains a lesson of the uninitiated and
a choice by the enlightened that
he may be at peace at the center of the storm as
the true Bodhisattvaa that he is and
receive many unlimited blessings but
not be bound by limitations and impositions for
he stands clearly in a lighted room with
eyes open where
others may or may not choose to open
their eyes for
the light is there, it is always on today
i pray for the ascended master poet that
he may receive the abundance of the universe in all forms because
an ascended master knows what do to with money
power success may
he have any and all things that he needs to
fulfill his purpose may
he reach any and all persons, destinations may
any obstacles vanish like fog lifted by sun may
any fear surrounding this abundance be washed away from his human form stand
before your mirror do
not hold it tightly, do not let it break skin honor
each cell breathe
in love breathe
out ascended master knowledge that
you've been gathering for eternity that
only you can emit seize
your purpose and share your being fully breathe
in abundance in
any and all forms for
they are yours stand
before your mirror and say "aaaah!" and
thank molecules spinning that
got born the
ascended master poet before you Casey
Cyr copyright
(c) 2010 Casey Cyr John
Rocco (New York City): "Ron Whitehead is The Master of The Flying
Guillotine." listen the
roaring city is
the buddah's golden speech the
waves in the distance are
the buddah's pure luminous body how
many thousands of poems how
many songs will
flow through us tonight and
when the songbird sings at dawn we
won't be able to
repeat even one word ron
whitehead language
was is and always will be an experiment question
everything including me, and especially your self "the
poet is one who stands out in the rain, hoping to be struck by
lightning." Ivan
Arguelles "The
adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive."
Joseph Campbell "All
you need in life is ignorance and confidence. And then success
is sure." Mark Twain "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll be
mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and why
things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more we
develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM
Ron
Whitehead (w/Skate Rags cap) and Allen Ginsberg front
cover of Ron's book front
cover of Ron's CLOSING TIME cd front
cover of Ron Whitehead's I REFUSE cd. front
cover of David Amram and Ron Whitehead's Ron's
City of Louisville Five0Two commissioned poem poster with work by 14 artists.
this is 1 of 14 limited edition metal posters which Ron shot front cover of WESTERN KENTUCKY: Lost & Forgotten, Found & Remembered book by Sarah Elizabeth & Ron Whitehead telling tale of their 325-mile backroads railroads walk from Louisville's Cherokee Park to confluence of Ohio and Mississippi Rivers. amazing life changing journey. 125 photos. front
cover of Rob Zoschke & Ron Whitehead's front
cover of Ron Whitehead's I WILL NOT BOW DOWN cd from
cover of Ron Whitehead and James Walck's front
cover of Ron Whitehead's award winning front
cover of Frank Messina and Ron Whitehead's front
cover of THE VIKING HILLBILLY APOCALYPSE REVUE cd, Ron Whitehead &
Michael's band 2004 toured usa coast to coast. group included some of
Iceland's and Kentucky's best. front
cover of Sarah Elizabeth and Ron Whitehead's front
cover of Ron Whitehead and SOUTHSIDE's 1st cd front
cover of Ron Whitehead's latest book El Ron
returned briefly from deep space to present a terrible message to audience at
Highland Tap Room, Bardstown Road, Louisville, Kentucky, summer 2008. Ron's
dragon tattoo Chuck
Norris made the mistake of challenging Ron to pushup contest. Ron whipped his
ass then Chuck started bad mouthing Ron so Ron is teaching Chuck a lesson by
dangling him from a tea bag on the ceiling "Frank
Messina, Ron Whitehead, Christian Hansen, Yosemite, The Wanderer Tour,
2006" "the
poet is one who stands out in the rain, hoping to be struck by
lightning."
Ivan Arguelles "The
adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive."
Joseph Campbell "All
you need in life is ignorance and confidence. And then success
is sure." Mark Twain "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM |
Date: Fri,
17 Dec 2010 18:11:50
Subject:
Musician Captain Beefheart dies at age 69 (one of my heroes)
Musician Captain Beefheart dies at age 69 Captain Beefheart and his Magic
Band rose to
prominence during the 1960s with an experimental brand of rock music that was
inspired by the blues and featured offbeat rhythms and lyrics. "the
poet is one who stands out in the rain, hoping to be struck by
lightning."
Ivan Arguelles "The
adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive."
Joseph Campbell "All
you need in life is ignorance and confidence. And then success
is sure." Mark Twain "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM |
Date: Mon,
20 Dec 2010 21:11:28
Subject:
Riding With Rebel Jesus, The Wanderer by Ron Whitehead
Riding With Rebel Jesus, The Wanderer (my
happy holydays gift to all of you, every day is a day of the
dead happy holyday especially when yer fearlessly awake enuf to live to be
yer fearless life is an everchanging alchemically dragonfire crucibled river
experiment an adventure into the unknown terribly beautiful mysterium
tremendum mystery dream. visualize two men riding horses bareback cross the
desert into the howling wind with tumbling tumbleweed rattlesnakes gila
monsters tarantulas scorpions wolves outlaws peering as they gallop thru
every hidden canyon riding fearlessly into the unknown accompanied by roller
coaster carmen geronimo passioned today is a good day to die guitar the
howling wind accompanied by beautiful haunting female singing wind. merry
christmas. enjoy it. might be your last.) holed
up in Oaxaca we'd reached the end of the line the
government was against us an army waited for us outside Jesus wasn't
nervous he never was but neither was I holed up
in Oaxaca we'd reached the end of the line Jesus was
a wanderer wherever it was we'd been there a time or two Bogota
Buenos Aires Rio de Janeiro Machupicchu in Peru Tucson
Arizona New Orleans Louisiana Havana Cuba Mexico City Jesus was
a wanderer wherever it was we'd been there a time or two riding
with rebel Jesus people turned their heads and stared who was
that they asked did you see his eyes did you see his hair Jesus the
wanderer was a mystery to all Jesus the
wanderer was a mystery to me riding
with rebel Jesus people turned their heads and stared how much
longer can we hold out how much further can we go we're
holed up in Oaxaca with the army outside our door looks
like the journey's over our wandering days are done how much
longer can we hold out how much further can we run holed up
in Oaxaca we'd reached the end of the line the
government was against us an army waited for us outside Jesus
wasn't nervous he never was but neither was I holed up
in Oaxaca we'd reached the end of our time Ron
Whitehead from
Ron's THE WANDERER book and his I REFUSE cd copyright
(c) 1997 & 2010 Ron Whitehead feliz
navidad obrigado ola no
expectations you had
it coming
"the
poet is one who stands out in the rain, hoping to be struck by
lightning."
Ivan Arguelles "The
adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive."
Joseph Campbell "All
you need in life is ignorance and confidence. And then success
is sure." Mark Twain "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM "the
poet is one who stands out in the rain, hoping to be struck by
lightning."
Ivan Arguelles "The
adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive."
Joseph Campbell "All
you need in life is ignorance and confidence. And then success
is sure." Mark Twain "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett "It
is in childhood that our intelligence blossoms and our minds overflow with
questions. This intense desire for knowledge is the basis of personal growth.
The more we are curious about the world and want to know how and
why things are the way they are the clearer our minds become and the more
we develop a spirit of initiative." His Holiness The Dalai Lama "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM |
Date: Wed,
22 Dec 2010 18:33:27
Subject:
duel tween 2 Kentucky gentlemen/from ky to nyc & beyond/thanks Frank
The
Legendary
RON
WHITEHEAD vs. FREDERICK
SMOCK -a duel between gentlemen- It
is hereby declared that a public duel between Outlaw Poet Ron
Whitehead and
Chairman of the English Department of Bellarmine University Frederick Smock
shall
take place on Saturday morning, the
26th Day of June at 10:00am in our Lord's year 2010 in Cherokee Park in
the city of Louisville, Kentucky. Hosted
by Minister of Propaganda Bob Holman Whiskey
supplied by Viking Hillbilly Michael Dean Odin Pollock Dean
of Good Cheer: Dean "the lure" McClain Red
Wine by Desperado Dan Barth Didgereedoo
Invocation by Andy Cook Guns
amd Ammo supplied by the Estate of Hunter S. Thompson Blessing
of Event by His Holiness the Dalai Lama Video
Taping of Event by the Ghost of James Walck Funded
by the Kenfuckintucky Society of America "the
poet is one who stands out in the rain, hoping to be struck by
lightning."
Ivan Arguelles "from
Kentucky...I come...from Paradise" the bone man "How
is it that a woman can have multiple orgasms and still find
things to btch about." Mark Twain "He's
the kind of man a woman would have to marry to get rid of."
Mae West "A
woman drove me to drink and I didn't even have the courtesy to thank
her."
W. C. Fields "Forget
safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be
notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll
be mad." Rumi "To
be an artist is to fail like no other dare fail." Samuel Beckett" "We
would experience a little of the secret movements which are made unnoticed
in the remote places of the soul, the capricious disorder of perceptions,
the delicate life of fantasy held under the magnifying glass, the
wandering of these thoughts and feelings out of the blue; motionless, trackless
journeys with the brain and the heart, strange activities of the nerves,
the whispering of the blood, the pleading of the bone, the entire unconscious
life of the mind." Knut Hamsun "Of
what real profit is it to us, to deprive life of all its poetry, of all its dreams,
of all its terribly beautiful mysticism, and of all its lies? What is
truth - do you know? We move forward by symbols, and we change those
symbols as we move forward...Manger Du Livre!" the bone man "It
is easy to keep from walking; the hard thing is to walk without touhing the
ground." Chuang Tzu Ron's
newest book(20th)/cd(30th)/dvd(1st)/videos(4) THE STORM GENERATION
MANIFESTO and on parting, the wilderness poems now available @ www.hollandbrownbooks.com We are
THE STORM GENERATION We are
THE STORM
|
Date: Wed,
22 Dec 2010 22:10:38
Subject:
Indiana's Whiskey Poet & Kentucky's Outlaw Poet headline benefit for
federal detainee
For Immediate Release December 23, 2010 Local Poets and
Musicians Perform at Benefit for Federal Detainee Benefit to help Pablo Airaldi, a
permanent legal resident being held in custody during deportation hearings. LOUISVILLE — December 23, 2010 — A show featuring poetry and music
by a variety of local artists has been organized to spread awareness and aid
in legal fees suffered by Pablo Airaldi, a legal permanent resident from
Uruguay. The benefit was organized by a friend of Mr. Airaldi, New Albany poet and writer Ian Uriel Girdley, who is
slated to headline the show along with renowned Louisville poet Ron
Whitehead. The show is scheduled for Sunday, January 2, 2011 at The
Nulu Black Box Chapel behind the future home of Decca Restaurant at 812 E.
Market Street in the Nulu district of Louisville. There is no cover
charge to attend the show but donations are strongly suggested. An art
showing is also planned for the event, and some of the performers will also
have merchandise for sale, with all donations and a portion of the proceeds
from sales going directly to Mr. Airaldi’s legal fund. Poets, Musicians, and a Little Magic Known as Kentucky’s Outlaw Poet,
Ron Whitehead will be co-headlining the benefit with Ian Uriel Girdley.
Girdley earned the nickname as “The Whiskey Poet” during his time involved in
the Bloomington poetry scene, which is where he befriended Mr. Airaldi.
The headlining duo was conceived by Girdley because he thought it would be a
pretty damned good idea for Indiana’s Whiskey Poet and Kentucky’s Outlaw Poet
to perform on the same stage. Mr. Whitehead was sympathetic to the
cause of the benefit and seemed enthused with the pairing of headliners. Nine poets, two musical acts and a
magician have been scheduled with two to three more performers waiting to be
confirmed. Among the poets on the bill are established Louisville poets
Sheri Wright (of the Green River Poets) and
Sonja De Vries, and some up and coming young writers including Jimmy Besseck
(founder of Writer’s Retreat at Skull Alley), June Leffler (of Goodwill
Zine), Steven Michael Carr II, and Jonathan Colburn (from Bedford, IN).
The two confirmed musical acts are Louisville’s own Huh Robots and
singer/songwriter Jyra out of Bloomington, IN.
Darshwood the Conjurer, one of Louisville’s premier illusionists, is also
slated to perform his mix of interactive magic and comedic banter which
always leaves the crowd mesmerized and smiling. You’ve Paid Your Debt, Now Get Out Pablo Airaldi is a twenty-eight
year old permanent legal resident of the United States. He moved to Indiana at the age of seven, lived on his own by the
age of fifteen, homeless by eighteen, and now owns his own bicycle repair and
reconditioning shop in Brooklyn, New York. He is a poet, writer, and
bicycle activist and enthusiast. Not only has he overcome many
hardships to build a life and business for himself, he has also had to
overcome some mistakes along the way. Shortly after Mr. Airaldi turned
eighteen, he was caught receiving stolen car parts and charged with a
felony. At the urging of his defender, without being advised to the
effect on his immigration status, Airaldi accepted a plea
bargain and served out two years of probation for his offense,
adequately paying his debt to the State of Indiana. After attempting to
visit Canada these charges were brought up as a condition to revoke his
citizenship. Ten years after the original crime, Airaldi is attending
deportation hearings to determine if he is allowed to stay in the United
States or be returned to the country of his childhood. He has kept a
clean record since the charge in question and believes he deserves a second
chance, as he has already shown what he can do with that chance. Mr. Airal |