Saturday, January 20, 2018

Salmagundi Gallimaufry

 
Published March, 2017
Lulu Publishing Services
104 pages, incl. color graphics
Genre: Poetry
Copyright © 2017 by Jack Suss (aka Wyman Wicket)
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From the back cover:
 
Marylander, weird task specialist,
and author, Jack Suss documents
his red pilled, outlier existence
via science fiction, an intellectual
autobiography, and now—poetry.
Also a bluesman, Suss advocates
for using laser-like mental faculties
and deeply intuitive sensibilities.
His work seeks to flesh out the soul
of authentic reality, and to unveil
the many hideous manifestations
of its antithesis.
 
A raconteur of all that passes before the windscreen of his mind, Jack Suss, spins poems as he traverses both the geo-spatial and ethereal terrain. Here is a choice record of anecdotes, some scruffy and mundane, some outlandlishly sublime. They are highlights from almost a half-century in a bewildering “driftscape.”
 
Suss exhorts the reader to search the words “salmagundi” and “gallimaufry.” Then, dare to submerge yourself into a poetic mixed bag that guarantees to serve up some delectable mince-meat-for-the-mind.
 
This volume of poetic paroxisms aptly captures the playful perspicacity of the author of the Plight of the Cultural Mutant (2017). Those who are similarly inclined to wander and ponder may be gratified by much of what is found herein.
 
This volume of poetry includes selected gems chosen by the author as representative of his work, taken from "wasted days and wasted nights" that span almost half a century. It's beat poetry with existential twists that pop and sizzle, serving up a soul platter of surprises, red pill detours and meditations for the potato head in all of us. The poems are peppered and laced with color graphics meant to be pleasing to the eye, offering respite from the text (not to mention mundane reality).
 


Table of Contents

1       Twaddle
2       An Apple Is…
3       From Adolf to Tuli
4       Yet How Often
5       This Burden, Life
7        I Feel the Crush of Fools
9        Killed Myself with a Peanut Butter
           Sandwich
11      Memoirs from the Doghouse
16      Knothead
17      House of Constipation
19      Half a Man
21      Surreal Domus Familiae
23      The Sissy Prigg
25      Conundrum Bum Twisties
27      Spyoptaelip
29      This Glimpsing of the Essence
31      Where Echoes of the Ticks of Clocks
            Dissolve
33      My Life on Bits of Paper
35      Like the Many Cats of Istanbul
35      Well-Fed Farm Animules
36      Animal Captives
37      Transpersonal Progress
38      Living in the ‘70s
39      Last Night Out with the ’69 Coupe
           deVille
41      I’ll Never Own a Leaf Blower
42      Amerikan Culture: Dead on Arrival
44      The Plunderers
47      Profound Comments, Quickly Jotted Notes,
           and Suggested Titles for Future Great
           Works—OR— What Is It You Would Teach?
52      Both/And, Either/Or
53      Restless Leg Syndrome
54      Persian Conversion
54      Ibn Al’Arabi’s God Found
55      Cut Funding and Impeach
57      Symptom Bearer
59      Gumpety Rumpety Jackety
60      Supermarket Tour
63      Whose Eye Atop the Pyramid?
65      By This Sovereign Union—Patriot Mythology
67      Another Day Has Passed
68      Jack’s Xmas List 2013
                                  Pop
69      The Sick Book: A ۷ Poem
78      Waiting For a Friend
79      Love’s Magic Glory
81      Ashen Skies
82      I Will Still This Soul
84      Others Are Hovering
85      Disco Bump-Hump
87      Factory of Bad Attitudes
89      Korean Mirage
91      Kingdom of the Hermit Minds
93      Ranting, Raging, Barking
95      Maybe Today’s Mail…
97      Today’s Mail from Yesterday
98      Hearing
99      Let This Dark Night Pass
101    Let Go This Day
102    He Who Left No Mark

 

Plight of the Cultural Mutant

 
Published Jan. 6, 2017, 
Lulu Publishing Services, 170 pgs.
 
Genres: 
Autobiographical Literary Compilation/
Subversive Non-Fiction 

 Copyright © 2017 by Jack Suss (aka Wyman Wicket)
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       What is considered mutant today was more the norm of yesteryear; the values of today’s mutant are actually steeped in the time-tested lifeways of tradition, while today’s normative dweeb snubs tradition in favor of “anything goes” (a vacuous and self-absorbed automaton reveling in an artificially enchanted, materialist universe).      
       As one whose feet are firmly planted on this Earth, I cannot identify with a planet steeped in lies, fraud and false consciousness; and as a natural-born American I do not pledge allegiance to a USA, Inc. that has been instrumental in steering the world along this self-same, doomed path.
       Thus, I am a cultural mutant; I cannot and will not bend and subscribe to what consensual reality and culture trance demand of me.

Extract from The Cultural Mutant’s
Guide to Consensual Reality and Culture Trance,
by Nathaniel Sos, the protagonist in 23 Skiddoo
              Introduction

       The cultural mutant somehow missed out on being or becoming a part of the neo-American dream: the techno-modernist vision, the triumphalist society, a person capable of easily identifying with the vapid, false consciousness of the age.  Society revels in its self-referent, solipsistic definition of success: its self-absorbed, materialist consensual reality and a culture trance that lulls ill-informed citizenry into complacency via rampant consumerism and an occult mind control.  The cultural mutant bemoans the decline of the authentic and agitates against the cultural Marxist, self-hating white liberal podunks whose politically correct rhetoric gets thrown in one’s face.
       Follow the plight of this writer and accomplished blues piano player/singer, whose  study of law and esoteric subjects (e.g., consciousness, Spirit, secret knowledge), provide a template for engaging the world, for framing reality, yet are not areas that translate easily, if at all, into money-making enterprises.
       But hey! Stop for a moment and consider the very nature of money and finance in the modern world: the ubiquitous Rothschild banking dynasty that controls the whole usurious System (e.g., the private, central bank cabal known as the Federal Reserve that creates money out of thin air, viz., by “fiat,” and then uses fractional reserve banking to charge interest on money that it never really “owned and loaned” in the first place). And flowing from this are the many, Hydra-headed corporations, think tanks, universities and professions whose participation in the System has seduced them into the same, Luciferian, materialist world of false consciousness and faux reality known as “progressive modernism.” Non merci!
       There is no comfort, safety and security for this cultural mutant—only his plight.
 
The Federal Reserve is in the business of counterfeiting money.

The mainstream media is in the business of counterfeiting news.

The pharmaceutical industry is in the business of counterfeiting medicine (Biopracy! They are stealing molecules from nature then counterfeiting their own patented variations.)

The medical schools are in the business of counterfeiting medical degrees. (When a doctor graduates from medical school, he still knows virtually nothing about nutrition.)

Doctors are in the business of counterfeiting false medical authority.

The mega-sized food corporations are in the business of counterfeiting food. (Processed cheese food product, anyone?)

The global consumer product companies are in the business of manufacturing counterfeit consumer products such as “baby oil” (which is really a petroleum product).

Social networks like Facebook are in the business of counterfeiting friends. (Please LIKE this article, okay?)

Cookie-cutter home builders are in the business of constructing counterfeit homes out of plywood, styrofoam and sheetrock… many these homes will not be standing in just 20 years.

Local city councils are in the business of counterfeiting power. (Obey or be punished!)

Public schools are in the business of counterfeiting school diplomas. (Huh? What? Who needs to learn how to write, anyway?)

The Pentagon is in the business of counterfeiting war. (Don’t have a war to fight? Bomb the World Trade Center and blame it on someone!)

Mainstream historians are in the business of counterfeiting history. (Everything you were taught about history in public school is a lie…)

The globalist banksters are in the business of counterfeiting debt. (You thought it was money, didn’t ya? But it’s really just debt.)

                   Mike Adams, Natural News  9/2/11

       Ah, but this cultural mutant author exhorts one and all – “take no guff and keep your sense of humor at all costs!”:

“Awaken, oh human beans! Be Not Content. Do not despair. Arise! Walk tall, immortal souls!” 

TABLE OF CONTENTS

My Plight......1
Afterword......9
That Old Woods......9
Tales from Arabian Days......10
The Ballad of a Disgruntled St. John’s Student (or, Did I Do So Badly In My First Semester?)......19
 
A Fractured Neo-Platonic Fable......24
Reflections on The Evolution of Consciousness ......35
Howl Reborn (or The Effect of Consensual Reality and Culture Trance on the Evolution of Human Consciousness)......56
 
Decolonizing History, Recolonizing the Academy: Lusting After the Things that Oppress Us......65
 
My Ayahuasca Conference Experience: Shamanism, Science, and Spirituality......77 
Dissociatives Anonymous......85
Underdog Reaction to Attacks on America......91
A Meeting with Morris Berman (or How I Got Up My Get-Up-and-Go)...93
SUV for Sale......97
The Real Culprit: Corpocracy......98
Evidence Mounting for Armchair Revolution: Ambivalent Couch Potatoes Mobilizing......102
 
Corpocracy’s Designs Still Off the Radar Screens of Public Policy Makers ......104
 
Civics Test For Those Wishing To Be President of the United States......106
 
Don’t Vote For Archie or Jughead......109
Legal Brief....110
 
Transforming Human Systems: The Values of Originary Custom, Integral Consciousness, and a New Epistemological Framing of Language......111
 
Eco-Community Land Trusts Holding Title as Corporations Sole: Organizing the Global Ecovillage Movement into a Network of Semi-Autonomous Zones......118
 
Stubby Knuckles......124
Fact Finding......127
The Weird Task Specialist......128
The Undercover Chauffeur......133
Jack, the Truck Driving Man......137
23 Skiddoo......150
A Coat of Arms for Friendship Heights......153
Epilogue......157

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Diddledorfer and the Emoticons

 
Brillo pad
Glad bag
Emoticons
All done up in
Paper mache
Papier-mâché!
While lying
Prone I
Won't sleep a wink
Sleep a wink
 
Diddledorfer claimed
His wife
Josephine
Wouldn't serve him
Coffee
On the stage
While he called
Dances
All last year
 
Gosh darn it
Daggone
Emoticons
In a cul-de-sac with
Hors d’oeuvres
Hors d’œuvre! 
While on a
Lenten fast
I won't stay 'r go
Stay-or-go
 
Diddledorfer died
In his armchair
By the window
On that fateful
Day, while
A brief pause
Occurred in the
Square dances and
Josephine sobbed
 
Fandango
Ready RoundUp
Emoticons
Like festoons 'round
An R.S.V.P.
Répondez, S’il Vous Plaît!
And I, the
Risqué fiancé,
Won't clap or leave
Clap or leave
 
Diddledorfer was lain 
By a brook
In a private place
On a Tuesday
As Josephine stood,
Bleary-eyed, 
In her Sunday best
Flinging flowers
Before the dirt fell 
 

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

TWADDLE

Squeeze McNugg
And his noogies
Plan and write
All the flooie.
They pimp and
​Sensationalize
Drip and fantasize
But they'll never
Internalize the crap
They boondoggle
Cuz they're caught
Deep down in their
Own ooga-booga,
Ranting and railing
To poop out their
Twaddle

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

THE PLIGHT OF STUBBY KNUCKLES

 

 
Copyright © 2016 Almost Slim, Jr.

 
Few bluesmen can hang their hats on the peg of Stubby Knuckles, whose life defies all logic. His life is littered with a multiverse of dead-end career paths. Even his deep persona of blues piano player and singer shows signs of tatter and disarray. Still, Stubby Knuckles plods on, pounding and shouting out his own Chicago/New Orleans-tinged brand of the blues, peppered with old ‘60s tunes. He’s appearing the Saturday-after-Thanksgiving at the Cambridge art, music and wine emporium known as LivAgain. The music gets going at 8 PM.
 
Stubby has lately been posturing in the guise of author Wyman Wicket, shamelessly hawking his metapolitical thought-bomb sci-fi thriller, entitled 23 Skiddoo: Way Back Beyond Across the Stars. But sales went flat long ago. That’s the blues. Now he is lamely scouring the streets looking for a new publisher for his latest: Plight of the Cultural Mutant.
 
But Stubby’s most recent incarnation is not confined to failure in the star-studded literati realm. He has also been a psychonautical inner space explorer down among the ayahuasceros of Peru. However, his subversive talents and skills are not just limited to psychedelic excursions. No indeed. He has worn many hats and walked in many worlds: that of the law, military officer, English professor, and –surprise!the Knuckleman is even a PhD in Humanities. These thwarted life callings are not your typical bona fides of a bluesman, at least not your run-of-the-mill bluesman. That’s what makes Stubby Knuckles such a special treat. And if you’re lucky, he may just regale you with one of his poems (e.g., I’ll Never Own a Leaf Blower; or Last Night Out with the ‘69 Coupe deVille).
 
Stubby is accompanied solely by drummer, Fast Fingers Freddy–an intuitive, RingoStarr-like extraordinaire. FFF knows all of his songs because he grew up listening, often involuntarily, to all of Stub’s tunes. They’re brothers. They used to have a stand-up bass player but ditched him because Stubby’s left hand is busy enough in the lower register–and besides, a bass player just cut into their already marginal profits.
 
When Stubby's in town and on the 88s, you'll be in good hands. He always guarantees two fistfuls of the blues. Be sure not to miss this rarified-retread-of-a-Renaissance-(blues)man live on stage, 11/26 at Cambridge’s LivAgain.