Beatniks Bumtrips Bullshit

A low-hype BBB transmission drifting through magnesium fatigue, orbit, repetition, and consciousness. We circle comets, gravity, art, and aura—how whirling creates life, how repetition opens dimensions. Degas and Toulouse-Lautrec appear as proof that art distills experience and carries it forward. Poetry interrupts as fuel: Berlin walks, UFOs, karma, beauty, danger, and a cliffhanger word we weren...

Beatnik poetry “I lick the circuit and complete me” By Jedidiah Jackson I lick the Circuit and Complete me is a Beat-style spoken poem recorded in motion — a live transmission moving through Egypt, Paris, and Berlin. It circles fingertips, vibration, elegance, shame, eroticism, opera houses, trash fires, trans glamour, trains, breath, and bone flutes. Purple becomes a threshold where contact happe...

BBB poetry The millennium falcon BY Sean Twohig https://youtube.com/@menindorf?si=yMGszpJr6NrK2l6T A sprawling, beat-inflected meditation on climate grief, false intelligence, and everyday complicity—where mountains outlast denial, tea boils beside apocalypse, recorded by Sean near a stream. • On false equivalence and cosmic humility: “The equal quality of a dog and a stone, of a bug and of man.”...

BBB North Africa A fever dream 12 hour layover in Italy on the way to Morocco.

Auto dictation poem preamble to North Africa beatnik adventure BBB North Africa start in Berlin before sunrise. It's the first snow of the winter. I'm nervous. to be traveling in Africa. I'm nervous to make plane connections and across borders. I've spent a month being apprehensive about terrorist threat warnings about the state of humanity, about being stranded. I've seriously thought about what...

A beatnik journey through alien souls, angelic envy, mathematical destiny (Zipf’s Law), and the acoustic physics of poetry. Jedidiah calls in from the art studio, Sean from a redwood stream, and the dialogue spirals into universal adjustments, singing as devotion, and whether soul is simply every possibility awaiting form. Think interstellar campfire philosophy, finger-painted spirituality, and im...

Beatniks Berlin bumtrips: A poem recorded in Victoria Park. Walking through Berlin looking at colors ☉ I. The Chair and the Woman There’s a woman who looks like a tattered old chair. She’s a fabulous creature with thick green socks way up over thick as renaissance fair turkey meat calves a rock medallion as the necklace Everything is worn enough that it seems made— the way that mold comes on to th...

Hella cool beatnik poem by Sean Twohig . Read by me ,Jedidiah, while driving a van around Berlin with my girlfriend. There is the soundscape of Berlin Jazz radio raindrops and hipsters. The podcast starts with me reading the poem for a second time in an attempt to sound more casual European. The second half of the pod is my first reading, sounding very American and with full bombast. I like the po...

In this podcast you can hear me writing a poem . I auto dictate the poem as I walk through Berlin. I notice it’s 420 when I start. This is the raw recording of it. I auto dictate poems now and then edit the text by hand. I send the poems to my poet buddy Sean. He responded like this: I like this poem. Reading it as you're texting me. I like it's repeated rhythm, driving the connection home. I like...

Beatniks Bumtrips Bullshit: Berlin ↔ Santa Cruz field transmission. Two poets trade live poems and cosmology in real time — breathwork in an alley waving two machetes, asteroid convergence, why bad art is just blocked life force, sleep as micro-death, barycenters, dream yoga, licking the hologram, and teaching your kid to eat hobo food off a trash can because love means helping someone move beyond...

A poem for Spiritual disconnect A sonic journal from the neural spa of berlin - recorded in Victoria Park ​ Sensory embodiment in urban life ​ Beat-era stream of consciousness poetry ​ Berlin field recordings, soundscapes, and street rhythm ​ The nervous system as interface for consciousness ​ Construction drumming as cosmic percussion ​ Counting, numerology, and the physics of reading ​ Malibu su...

A Beatnik Poem read by a powerful woman in bed “Gentlemen Don’t Fish “ By Sean https://open.spotify.com/show/5wLSeBa5k0ykpBMVWI0h5Q?si=em9UGJuXSV2bKBiz3l8ofw Gentleman don't fish What you consume Is what you're connected too I would like to say my karma is getting smaller But I don't know Sitting in the forest doesn't help The unravelling of the web Survive seven days I was caught using a stump Be...

Island trailer jams, mind-speed media, animal tempo, Meher Baba translation, and a Venetian exorcist—poetry, truth, and friendship. 🐅💎😇🤯👻🤌 On a Danish island, Jed pairs a thrift-store drum-pad with a punk-moaning flute while watching wind, crows, and rabbits fold into his nervous system—“it feels as if I’ve become the island and the island has become me.” He calls Sean at sunrise by the San...

A roving Berlin dispatch: cappuccino steam, Qi Gong by a rippling pond, and Jedidiah reading Sean’s fresh, feral poem before wandering into a centuries-old Crusader church. Between neon streets and stone sanctuaries, he wrestles with depression, alignment, imagination, and the unruly engine of the creative life. A poetic excursion of breath, nerve, ancient walls, and lived mysticism—where Beat poe...

A crackling, stream-of-consciousness field recording from Berlin: hot yoga and long painting vigils, collage-streets, turmeric smog, strudel laments, techno pulse, loneliness, and the half-mad ardor of the artistic life. From the Gospel of Thomas to pulp-sidewalk reveries, Jedidiah wrestles with desire, discipline, and the dream of California across an empire of yellow-red signage and storm-ridden...

Jedidiah wanders the Berlin streets and meets the man who embodies his imagined “perfect German”—a swaggering techno-muscled figure with fanny pack and charisma. A quick hit of street poetry, Berlin style. Hotel keys,: Berlin, podcast, street recording, beat poetry, techno culture, German identity, masculinity, queer energy, counterculture, fanny pack fashion, canals, observational storytelling, s...

What follows is a field-recorded stream-of-consciousness poem: erotic, comic, lonely, alive. It drifts between jazz, ambient sound, and philosophical reflection, capturing the strange pulse of Berlin at midday — a library full of wanderers, dreamers, and sonic archaeologists. This is part essay, part hallucination, part documentary of perception itself — a Beatnik sound collage for the modern flân...

Sean Twohig reads a 🛸inspired passage from Jack Kerouac’s On the Road—the New York attic scene where Carlo Marx becomes the ecstatic prophet of “the Rock,” hearing the holy drums of Harlem and calling Dean Moriarty to sit still for once. Hotel keys ;-) 🎹 Jack Kerouac, Beat Generation, Allen Ginsberg, Dean Moriarty, Carlo Marx, Beat poetry, American counterculture, spoken word, literary podcast,...

Vincent van Gogh, Freemasons, Gauguin’s swords, fencing turned into brushstrokes, Persian light philosophy, Tesla in Egypt, the origin of zero. A Berlin field recording where art history, conspiracy, and myth collide. We stumble from Berlin street noise into an artist’s studio and fall headlong into a sweeping, conspiratorial art history. At ~12:00, step inside with us to skip the wind and sip tea...

Dishes done, coffee poured, and suddenly the conversation hits a drop: “There is no free will.” From there, Jedidiah and Sean spiral into fresh street-born poetry, hobo scat philosophy, and the secret mechanics of the universe. This episode weaves together: ​Poems auto-dictated in Berlin streets•¥•poems wrote at sunrise in the Santa Cruz mountains•¥ • read by a creek with Django the dog. ​The Beat...

Sean is reading Jack Kerouac’s On the Road for the very first time, and we catch a minute of pure Beat Generation energy. Dean Moriarty buzzing off strangers, knowledge in his fist instead of math and shapes. Some people don’t even know who Kerouac is, others have carried On the Road forever — either way, here’s a quick hit of American literature, Beatnik poetry, jazz-style prose, counterculture f...

Walking the Santa Cruz Mountains at sunrise and Berlin art studios , Beatniks, Bumtrips, Bullshit wanders from mystical “nodes of power” to hot springs in Italy, stray dogs from Nevada reservations, Botticelli sketches, and Tesla’s secret pyramids. Jedidiah and Sean riff on the Holy Ghost, mania, Kerouac’s On the Road, sadness as depth, foot-worship as an energy circuit, and the promise of free el...

A field recording with a man living in beatitude . Beatniks in Roma !

Beatnik poem! Italian Highways! Super volcano crater lake! I am Drinking a cappuccino along a highway in 🇮🇹 Italy. Reading a new poem Sean has just texted. My hair is still wet from swimming in a super volcano crater lake. This highway bar Café has many decaying statues, including half torso of women surrounded by serpents and large turtles. “Apocalypse means” Apocalypse means when the whole world...

Jimi Hendrix , Cecil Brown ,The most active color is purple . Morocco red is the color of this sweatshirt… A chat with snow leopard about colors and his new LP. The podcast starts with a recurring musical theme sampled from the LP. DRUMS: HENNING FRIMANN OTHER INSTRUMENTS: SNGLEOPARDEN RECORDED EN SNa EXC. B2 HENRIK YELLER B1 KLAVER MASTER SOFUS FORSBERE PAKIGUITAR KOKLOKKE COVER 32 KOKLOKKE SNO L...