Beatniks Bumtrips Bullshit

Misty morning in Berlin looking at male porn magazine

Carpenter John Recently learned about the deep state💨

An introduction to the work of Michele Newman. Podcast ends with a description of how to contact a unicorn. You can contact her : michele@reply.highvibelife.us

A poem by London while hanging out with Jedidiah and Sean

Getting beat up for staring too long at someone’s aura and other sorta mystic stories from Carpenter John.

Sean found his poem from the Insane asylum! It’s called “ I take you for Blam” He reads it from inside his car. The car is a wildly, decoupaged in sprit jangle rattle motive and outfitted with objects Nissan leaf -wow while simultaneously making a base beat to go with the reading . Jedidiah and Sean then bullshit about bats metaphysics writing and reading

Listening to improvised techno by Sean from a small speaker on the dash in the car. Then discussing musical exploration as an Analogy of reincarnation. Also a improvised poem: “ hey Kitty” by Jedidiah

Notes from the open space preserve. May be waaaay to rambling for most listeners.

Talking about invisible forces with the security officer for the Santa Cruz Amateur Radio Club

Jedidiah is back in California ! ! ! chatting with Sean ! ! ! in his log cabin about people who could alter reality by their consciousness merging with a flock of birds and some other bulshit ~untill we read *beat poems* we wrote today over “melodies from paradise,”on vinyl. Also With a ^*#% probability music track made by Sean

Leaving Berlin and remembering things my mystic girlfriend said : When I look at the star without my glasses on, it looks like a snowflake and other things my girlfriend said to me casually today, such as bouncing kids and bouncing breasts in equal measure Biking through the most dense sections of the place with the most people outside In Berlin Its been getting to be that I do not need to leave t...

A reading of “ ambition” by the poet, GG. We meet by a taco truck, I learn that he is a poet and then begin this recording.

Are you going to Casablanca the revolutions there …and other world anthems sung outside the Berlin free university philosophy building. A sudden and moving conversation with a delightful woman named Annette. She is into learning the anthems of all the countries in the world, organizing a cultural revolution in Casablanca , song writes sometimes by counting syllables, and she is planning on singing...

a chat with Yonis and Anji from the island . Notes from the island from Jed A true first edition From 1951 it didn’t come out until 1952 nano particles swirl into a wolf or a gin Middle East is a relative organizing thoughts as rocks cascade round the horn big summer boom heavy hind limb jackrabbit all across the universe John Lennon words, tumbling smooth shadow over grassy, Knowles rabbit holes...

Jedidiah is on an island in Denmark and Sean miniDorf is calling from the back of his new school bus in Santa Cruz Ca, while drinking pomegranate wine he fermented himself and mixing peanut butter into beer. The poem by Sean Meni Menindorf at the end of the cast is prime. ⸻ Voice to Text Slam (Technically it’s Meni… Meni Menindorf) Drinking strong pom Hooch, in the parking lot of the county buildi...

Uncoiling lightning is a beat poem read Jedidiah in Berlin. This starts the podcast… soon Sean miniDorf joins from California and then Ian from Argentina. I have no idea what bullshit they will chat about …

Notes from Amsterdam

Berlin Narrative from Café counter while sitting next to slicked back hair, older gentleman as I recall the morning Berlin bike ride checking out hobos pissing in the golden sun. #nervous system resonance.

Berlin Poems : Sitting in the rare sun outside LPG bio Mart grocery store wondering if this bottle of red Zinfandel that i found on the curb is a poem ….also while Feeling homesick for California. Red rose Zinfandel on the the curb, By Jedidiah Jackson I was parking my bike so I picked it up the color was the Same as my ppp this morning It’s very pretty red. Oh, and pretty scary in the toilet bowl...

Berlin Poems : my girlfriend reads the latest Beatnik poem. Beat poem 2 13 25 by Jedidiah Jackson The ice bear golden days of jazz 10 grams of wax Vinyl Liquid enamel Pressed into the grooves Somethings stick Mount fugu In My paint pallet Order reestablished bed cover on the duvet You don’t need to be an inside guy to know You just need to know where to look: The department of war is called the de...

Berlin narrative of three characters I encounter walking home that help me on an ego trip, questioning myself as a painter and a man. The jaguar in the public pool: A beautiful face tattooed man juggling fire. a cute club girl puts white wine in her leather bag… a little dog with a sweater… BBBerlin

Berlin Poems : fell asleep listening to David Hockney interviews about painting space. He said he was somewhat of a space junkie. I’m thinking about this on a walk through the abandoned airport in Templehof, Berlin, and writing a poem. It’s really cold out. Space Freak By Jedidiah Jackson Pulled a string or two so I could get the room in the old hotel on the very edge of the Grand Canyon See I am...

Berlin Poems : a narrative experience in Berlin art Museum and a sailor statue inspired poem. I am not going to in awe over a tomato plant the same way they were In southern Germany Around 1646 When sunflowers were exotic Right now I think male shoulders And biceps are the best Curves The mounds transition forearm Bicep shoulder A surfers back like earth lines A move through grain A finger into fl...

Smoke Rises and more beat poems. With metaphysical bs , roller skating stories and beach parties. A chat with Jedidiah and Sean . https://suno.com/song/aa77dc41-a175-4220-87df-1b21dd549feb?sh=oPbvE8aKIAeCijU3 https://youtu.be/h8soXxu4JME?si=dteHUAce_Lp0Qnr5

a imporovised tecno jam one evening in Sean’s cabin, including Jedidiah and our friend Trevor . Overlay onto a conversation with a wild hobo downtown Santa Cruz. Jedidiah and Sean know he has some secrets and he ended up telling us about the coolest thing America ever built.