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
and 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

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

Track 17) a samurai sword

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

A Tribute

My friend and hero Hunter S. Thompson is dead. I followed his life and
work from the release of Hell’s Angels till now. I will continue to
follow it. My friend Gene Williams and I sold Hunter’s books we sold the
first Rolling Stone magazines in the underground bookstore, For Madmen
Only, and in the headshop, The Store, we operated on South Limestone in
Lexington Kentucky (now Sqecial Media). I never dreamed I’d eventually work with Hunter and with members of The Beat Generation: Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, Herbert Huncke, Gregory Corso, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, David Amram, Diane di Prima, Amiri Baraka, and others. Their works changed my life. Dreams do come true.

Hunter shot himself. He is gone. He died in his kitchen in his cabin at
Owl Farm Woody Creek Colorado. I read his Nixon obituary, “He Was A
Crook,” and other works to him in that kitchen. I took my children to
visit him. He loved young people. He loved his family. I drank and did
drugs with him. We watched basketball. One night, years ago, in early
May my son Nathanial and I arrived, driving 24 hours non-stop from
Kentucky, just in time to watch the NBA playoffs with Hunter. Don
Johnson called several times wanting us to come over. Kentuckian Rex
Chapman was playing for the Phoenix Suns. The Suns were down by nine
points with one minute to go in the game. I looked at Hunter and said
I’ll bet you that Rex will hit three threes and tie the game, that the
Suns will win by one point in three overtimes. Hunter looked at me and
laughed. Rex hit three threes and tied the game. But Phoenix lost in
three overtimes, by one point. I got damn close. Hunter paid closer
attention to me after that. We talked about life about our families
about literature. Hunter was a good kind man. He was full of life. He
was tough. He was a real human being. He was spirit, holy spirit, no
matter what anyone says.

Hunter is one of America’s one of the world’s greatest writers. He
stands shoulder to shoulder with Mark Twain, John Steinbeck, Jack
Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, all five America’s Best prose writers,
bar none.

I had the honor of producing, with the help of Douglas Brinkley and many
young people and friends, The Hunter S. Thompson Tribute at Memorial
Auditorium on 4th Street in Louisville Kentucky in December 1996. We had
a sold out standing room audience of over 2,000. I brought in Hunter,
his Mom Virginia, his son Juan, The Sheriff of Pitkin County, Johnny
Depp, Warren Zevon, David Amram, Douglas Brinkley, Roxanne Pulitzer,
Harvey Sloane, Susi Wood & a bluegrass band, and many more. The Mayor gave Hunter the keys to the city. The Governor named Hunter, Johnny, Warren, David, Doug, and me Kentucky Colonels. It was aspectacular event.

Hunter is one of America’s one of the world’s greatest writers. He
stands shoulder to shoulder with Mark Twain, John Steinbeck, Jack
Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, all five America’s Best prose writers,
bar none.

Jonathan Swift, George Orwell, William S. Burroughs, and Hunter S.
Thompson are literary giants, visionaries who have much in common.

People continue to say that there will be no audience for Thompson’s
work, that no one will understand or care. Yet as I travel across
America across the world working with young people, of all ages, I
witness a movement, amongst young people, away from the constraints of
non-democratic puritan totalitarian cultures. I see a new generation
that recognizes the lies of the power elite, a generation that is
turning to the freethinkers the freedom fighters of the 50s and 60s,
recognizing honoring them as mentors.

Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes her or
him its instrument. The artist is not simply a person acting freely, in
pursuit of a merely private end, but one who allows art to realize its
purposes through her or his person. Artists have moods, free will,
personal aims, but as artists, they are bearers of a collective
humanity, carrying and shaping the common unconscious life of the
species.

  I have heard more than once that Hunter S. Thompson is a madman. That
oh look at what he could have done if he lived a more sane life. Nobel
Prize winner Elie Wiesel, pre-eminent Jewish author, recipient of the
Nobel Peace Prize, in The Town Beyond the Wall, says: “Mad Moishe, the
fat man who cries when he sings and laughs when he is silent...Moishe—I
speak of the real Moishe, the one who hides behind the madman—is a great man. He is far-seeing. He sees worlds that remain inaccessible to us.
His madness is only a wall, erected to protect us- us: to see what
Moishe’s bloodshot eyes see would be dangerous.” In Jewish mysticism,
the prophet often bears the facade of madness. Hunter S. Thompson stands in direct lineage to the great writers and prophets. And as with the
prophets of old, the message may be too painful for the masses to
tolerate, to hear, to bear. They may, and usually do, condemn, even
kill, the messenger. Hunter stood as long as he could. He fought a
valiant fight. He was a brave yet sensitive soul. He was a sacred shaman
warrior. He saw. He felt. He recorded his visions. He took alcohol and
drugs to ease the pain generated by what he saw what he felt. He lived
on his own terms. He died on his own terms. Did the masses kill Hunter?
Did he kill himself? He found the courage to stand up against the power
mongers and the masses. At least thirteen times he should have died but,
miraculously, didn’t. He chose to take his own life. He completed the
work he came to do.

If life is a dream, as some suggest, sometimes beautiful sometimes
desperate, then Hunter’s work is the terrible saga of the ending of time
for The American Dream. With its action set at the heart of darkness of
American materialist culture, with war as perpetual background, playing
on the television, Hunter S. Thompson, like the prophets of old, shows
how we, through greed and powerlust, have already gone over the edge. As
Jack Kerouac, through his brilliant oeuvre, breathed hope into
international youth culture Thompson shows how the ruling power-elite is
not about to share what it controls with idealists yearning for a world
of peace love and understanding.

We must look beyond the life of the artist to the work the body of work
itself. That is the measure of success. Like those who have re-examined
Orwell’s 1984 to find a multi-layered literary masterpiece, we must look
deep into Thompson’s work and find the deep multi-layered messages. His
books, especially the early ones and his letters, are literary
masterpieces equal to the best writing ever produced.

Knowledge, from the inception of Modernism, and through post-modernism
and chaos to The Ocean of Consciousness, is reorganized, redefined
through Literature, Art, Music, and Film. The genres are changing, the
canons are exploding, as is culture. The mythopoetics, the privileged
sense of sight, of modern, contemporary, avant-garde cutting edge Nabi
poets, musicians, artists, filmmakers are examples of art forms of a
society, a culture, a civilization, a world, in which humanity lives,
not securely in cities nor innocently in the country, but on the
apocalyptic, simultaneous edge of a new realm of being and
understanding. The mythopoet, female and male, the shaman, Hunter S.
Thompson returns to the role of prophet-seet by creating myths that
resonate in the minds of readers, myths that speak with the authority of
the ancient myths, myths that are gifts from the shadow.

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
No matter what is going on
Never give up

Develop the heart
Too much energy in the world
Is spent developing the mind
Instead of the heart
Develop the heart

Be compassionate
Not just with your friends
But with everyone
Be compassionate

Work for peace
In your heart
And in the world
Work for peace

And I say again
Never give up
No matter what is going on around you
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

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."
--Ken Kesey"

"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

www.tappingmyownphone.com

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."
--Ken Kesey"

"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

www.tappingmyownphone.com

no expectations

you had it coming 

go GONZO go go go

--- On Sun, 4/4/10, Amramdavid@aol.com <Amramdavid@aol.com> wrote:

We are THE STORM GENERATION

We are THE STORM

www.tappingmyownphone.com

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."
--Ken Kesey"

"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

www.tappingmyownphone.com

no expectations

you had it coming 

go GONZO go go go

dangerous places to have

sex in kentucky

the black mink ballet

for Queen Jayne Approximately 

down the stairs she comes
skin crawls on the back of my neck
her long hair pulled back in tight
knot turquoise earrings dangle from

her delicate lobes her black mink closes
neck to knees black high heels reflect
bright february midday sun flooding
through tall glass doors

her dark eyes deep undiscovered pools
of still dark water pierce my turquoise
we take each other in when fingers touch
electricity shocks in taxi her legs cross

and all i see is skin brown hot sun
halfway up her thigh her scent teases 
senses in large old empty Kentucky
theatre we sit on ragged velvet seats in

left corner of back row everything  
you always wanted to know 
about sex but were afraid to ask 
plays i put my left arm round her shoulders

she touches my left leg she is inside
next to wall my right hand touches her
crossed legs she uncrosses opens them
an inch with fingertips i slowly caress

her legs moving higher higher until i find
that under the black mink there is nothing
but the softest skin i've ever touched as the
movie opens with a doctor talking about sex

she unbuttons the black mink as our lips
tongues meet my hand moves up 
to her throat i hear the doctor say we will
now look through a oneway mirror

into a laboratory room where a man 
and a woman with wire monitors 
begin to make love their breathing quickens
ours grows deeper we take turns pulling sucking

each other's tongues down throats i lick her
chin her cheeks eyes forehead nose and
stick my tongue into her nostrils i lick her ears
pull each one into my mouth run my tongue in

clean her eardrums as my right hand caresses
her nipples breasts moves down her stomach
my left hand pulls black mink off folds it over
the back of her seat then my fingernails flow scratching

her head neck shoulders spine squeezing
her lower back kidneys round and round hips
down her crack she raises her left leg so my fingers
can continue and at the first hole i encounter from

behind i pause circling pressing the center as my
right hand moves cross her stomach in and out
her navel through the no hair i play pulling
labia my lips tongue kiss and lick

her breasts nipples removing traces of salt
from underneath and as doctor explains the
necessity of clitoral stimulation my hands
fingers find their way to her wetness while

pull her left breast deep into my mouth down
my throat my right index finger finds her flushed
clitoris and moves round round back forth up down 
as my left hand fingers spread her dripping liquids

all round gently stroking in out both her holes
deeper and deeper exploring touching her inner
world as her breathing quickens i take her right
breast deep into my mouth my throat then while

my hands caress my tongue moves to her
stomach swabs out her navel moving down until
it is licking her clitoris up and down pulling it
in sucking licking fingers deep in her when

she whispers in vibrating voice i want you in
my mouth i turn my hand my mouth never
stopping slowly move my feet my legs to
standing position my head between her legs

she undoes my pants pulls them down and
breathing hard rubs both hands under my
shirt round my chest down my back round my
hips between my legs probing my ass takes

me into her mouth but now my neck is about to
break so i slowly walk my feet my legs up the
chair i was sitting in up the wall behind us and
change dances from my pockets to the floor

making loud noise coins roll the long roll to the
front of the theatre stopping at the stage to
support myself i pull my fingers out I drink in
all her dripping flowing licking sucking probing

with my tongue in 69 yin yang ourobouric position
hands on armrests holding me in place in old
kentucky theatre backrow midday february 
on the screen man and woman moaning i slip

into another place as she pulls pulls with her
tongue mouth throat i do the same drinking
her sacred elixir as she drinks mine i run my
left hand fingers deep inside her vagina and butt

move my tongue quicker softer pulling her
clitoris in in and now no talking from the screen
but music music soft rhythm growing i grow 
harder pulsing throbbing as she licks sucks my balls

taking each into her mouth licks my ass taking
my cock back in the singing the rhythm grows
a tune I recognize a swaying dancing beat her holes
are pulsing harder harder she is dripping down

the chair and as i walk my tongue mouth back
to her breasts her erect nipples my hands massage
her wet vagina and with shaking knees we stand
she leans on chair in front i slide in behind and

with a finger run up her throbbing anal orifice my
lingum enters her yoni slow gentle deep faster brutal
pounding and before I move my hands to her waist
to pull push and lift her body i thrust she moves
 
her right hand to her clitoris and takes over her left
hand massaging my balls my cock both of us
breathing hard loud moaning with eyes nearly
blind rocking rolling in our heads i hear a multitude

singing a great dance song fills the theatre as we  
sustain climax together with blurred hazy vision i squint
just make out the stage and see jesus wilt
chamberlain patti smith swaying jesus at tenor

wilt at bass patti on guitar poemed chanting lightning
leading a lost beat hippie storm generations hobo choir 
asylumed souls singing sam and dave's hold on i'm comin

ron whitehead

revised friday august 13, 2010

copyright (c) 2003 & 2010 Ron Whitehead   

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"Ron Whitehead is America's greatest living poet."

"love is the ultimate outlaw" from Tom Tobbins' STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER.

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"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."
--Ken Kesey"

"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

www.tappingmyownphone.com

no expectations

you had it coming 

go GONZO go go go

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."
--Ken Kesey"

"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

www.tappingmyownphone.com

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."
--Ken Kesey"

"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

www.tappingmyownphone.com

no expectations

you had it coming 

go GONZO go go go

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."
--Ken Kesey"

"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

www.tappingmyownphone.com

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."
--Ken Kesey"

"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

www.tappingmyownphone.com

no expectations

you had it coming 

go GONZO go go go

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

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"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

www.tappingmyownphone.com

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."
--Ken Kesey"

"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

www.tappingmyownphone.com

no expectations

you had it coming 

go GONZO go go go

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