Beatniks Bumtrips B******t

Jedidiah Jackson
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Experimental audio meets Beat poetry and philosophy - A field-recoded journey through literature consciousness and counterculture. You have found the BBB- your secret audio dose of acid. We record the moment where spirit makes its wild plunge into matter. These are spontaneous conversations about mysticism poetry art music total b******t sci fi paranoia dream utopia and friendship- raw sounds, real voices, and the rhythm of thought. We record the future through fresh poetry. We record the past by romantic audio narratives. There are adventures around the world and other dimensions.

  1. Casablanca Notes

    2D AGO

    Casablanca Notes

    Beatniks, bumtrips, Casablanca — written on a train while drinking avocado juice poured from a 5 gallon jug in a alleyway ;-) Today I was holding a meteorite! “Casablanca first hits: women balancing mall bags on their heads as buses back through narrow gates.” “It’s not erotic — it’s sexual — the way he makes sandwiches with reverence and hunger watching.” “Morocco is the land of dinosaur bones, crystals, and billion-year-old space rocks you can hold in your hand.” “Electric banjo leading Berber drum circles at sunrise in Marrakesh.” “Everyone here is okay with looking at you — warmth around the eyes, a nod, a hand to the heart.” “From 1920 to 2000, Casablanca was an experiment in Muslim architecture — perfection as a doorway to the timeless.” “A hammam under the mosque: hot ocean water jets strong enough to push you under and dissolve the ego.” “Spice routes, pirate codes, Portuguese forts, and art deco decay glowing under a half moon.” “It’s a place to get lost — because perfection is the only way to live beyond yourself.”

    28 min
  2. Yr Life’s Pyro / Marrakesh

    4D AGO

    Yr Life’s Pyro / Marrakesh

    A beat poem from Marrakesh Morocco. Yr Life’s Pyro Wherever you are be there, totally embroidered on the back of a woman’s jacket, lean over her counter and a shop in Marrakesh I think people want connection, adventure, action, flattery, arousal And dreams. Hopes to meet the one. The one for what ever dream you have Faith over fear aboard is on my side You wanna follow me down this alley? Haggling over the price of a tissue OK what can you hold on a scooter like stacks of flapping leather or how about two babes and some smiles and then there’s also two brothers on a scooter carrying construction materials first time they go by they’re holding a window second time around a very, very large nail Think about the daydreams of the shopkeepers with a keep in their eyes behind their head, cause they’re leaning over not looking at the phone that’s in the lab and not hustling the tourist into action. It’s everlasting action. They look like they like perfume Oh man, with a bag full of pancakes between his legs on a scooter that screeches as he roll, starts it, sensitive eyebrows helmet, like an army captain and shoulders like this too If you’re looking into the desert, you’re sexy V reality is never as good as the pictures that’s true eating of McDonald’s It smells like ass from all the exhaust. It’s a vortex, but it’s a smelly ass vortex. Kittens crawling out of a ancient sewer after prayer call chase it’s tail on a old building stone On earth as in heaven on the back of a sweatshirt She is going so slow and careful with the soda Vandala Soda Mandala Get ready there’s no time to waste written on a pink sweatshirt Talk late Another sweat shirt Another sweatshirt on a bro, this time says holy spirit, your life’s Pyro

    10 min
  3. banging, banging, banging, neon orange hype Marrakesh

    6D AGO

    banging, banging, banging, neon orange hype Marrakesh

    An auto dictated poem from the plaza in Marrakesh Morocco. Neon orange hype, Marrakesh By Jedidiah Cats laying on motorbikes, cats growing out of small holes in the ground. The look of a puddle come in for the food, this weekend over concrete. The open space where it all can happen. A woman who’s become small in her age so much so that she almost fits in one silk scarf. Walks by the puddle. You’re as fast as the setting, the sun comes on the puddle. A land where… Little French bars, throw plastic cobras… and middle aged Moroccan men, Kick cobras. Could try to put them around your shoulder. Oh, moves with a rattle its hot. And a banjo. Excuse me, sir. Excuse me, sir. Try this juice. Excuse me, miss. Excuse me, miss. May I try your braces? May I try your braces? My food, my face, to my teeth. Like things, guys, can I gain their wrists, and banging their sands, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging. Yo, got money. Get it. That’s it. Oh, I can do this, son. Be welcome. Welcome to the zone. Be welcome. Pull it down under a mosque. Pull it down. In a camel caravan. This is the land of… dudes casually dressing like wizards. Motors, scooters, and… mopeds driven on cobblestone, where a guy can wear a leather jacket and play a banjo. And all in the coins. Colling the coins. Colling the coins. Believe the hype, Marrakesh. Give it to a monkey. The first belly dancers have seen in all of Morocco, fully burkered, all the way deep. Where men… I was reminded, ‘cause I was just checked out, as I’m making my way to the sunset palms under the mosque. Oh, yeah. Getting stung. With a head rattling head. Bring it in deep. Bring it in deep. Oh, my God, nice. What a place. Excuse me. Give it up. Excuse me. Give it up. Give it up, blood, the trash. Give it up, like trash. In a corner by the rubble. That somehow gets cleaned. Between 3:00 a.m. and 9:00. Take a walk into the dusk. Feel the song. Be present on the mosque. Like a blown out speaker. that everybody uses. Singing God, sounds better, distorted. Green carriages. The prance of a horse. Oh, construction site. Oh, little motorcycles… Oh, World War II, fighter helmets as motorcycle, gear. Oh, families walking away from the market with cool, new leather bags. Oh, my first red hot chili pepper shirt. enters the market. Oh, it comes in galloping eucalyptus. Oh, it comes in vortex of piss smell. Oh, it comes in… star shape… boomerang. Fresh words. Uh, new T shirt. What do you want? What do you want? We got it. We got it. Wow, this snake charmer boy got bit. And the oldest snack driver is rubbing his ear with Kleenex. Seems like it’ll be all right, but everybody’s just kind of looking at him. And touching his ear.

    14 min
  4. “Zagora” on BBB poetry the North African Tour

    FEB 28

    “Zagora” on BBB poetry the North African Tour

    A road poem on the drive from Fez to Marrakesh Morocco. Zagora (a creature with tentacles comein out of its face. It lives in a spiral shell and was the dominant form of life on earth.) By Jedidiah Tour guided road trip in a Mercedes van 360 panorama view 360 fossil shell The point in a spiral it becomes something else Like the dominant form of life on earth 360 million years ago We are related to creatures with octopus faces Two young boys in sweat suits get in a slap, fight past white lines on the highway Their friends watch the roadside barriers above the Cliff and the gorge I get a local mineral fossil rock collection in a display case with green tape a piece of glass with French classifications Give me some more mountains 100 km large. And a glimpse of feminist demos from a Lisa Simpson sticker on a road side barrier at the summit Lower and closer to the desert a gathering of the whole town is a funeral but a gathering of several ladies on the hwy in a huddle dressed in bundles all the way to rock pink soft cheeks …

    14 min
  5. Sahara Water

    FEB 26

    Sahara Water

    Lessons in Desert power from the locals at The Sahara desert in Morocco. BBB North Africa tour with Jedi and Mr Blue

    17 min
  6. Soft Clear Faces Appear In the Condensation

    FEB 24

    Soft Clear Faces Appear In the Condensation

    “Soft Clear Faces Appear In the Condensation” By Sean Twohig Read by Jedidiah while walking through 1000 year-old camel caravan trading outpost in Morocco. Beatnix, palm trips, b******t. ¥¥¥$$$€€€ https://youtube.com/@menindorf?si=qvyxmo6FnwRCbtZY ….penetrable, correct suggestion is rare. Slip through, like ions through the upner atmosphere, down to Texas, on a wild night, purples and pinks, rough rider in the bottom. Get long or get limp, this one lost interest, like the stock market. Bitcoin Bullrush is all CIA salami, kind of wiggly, yellow plastic package is a good clue. It's the fake stuff. Crash a car truck. Surprisingly muted. He only stayed for two hours, not into your gaming setup. Once the insults start flying, two direct, obviously aliens would be of a spiritual nature, impregnating nice human ladies for an authentic romp on our planet, make away from the highest experience, highway robbers of the stars, start in denial. They want to be pushed. I never understood that, but they say celibacy is the final frontier.…

    24 min
  7. JUPNEPMOON

    FEB 22

    JUPNEPMOON

    Hard core beat poetry recorded durning the Jupiter Neptune Moon ailments with Sean Twohig and Jedidiah Jackson Quotes from the episode 1. Growth Is Mineral Motion 2. Experience Is Living Distortion 3. Scroll Fodder, Scraped from a Search 4. It’s a Frequency Deliverer 5. We Want a Bore Into Your Unique Consciousness 6. Re-Envision the Ecosystem 7. Why Am I Going Back to This Dream? 8. The Earth Is a Powerful Place 9. We’re in an Electric Bubble 10. Everything Rushed Until It’s Gone 11. Fridge Hum, All Stars 12. The Scene Wants to Hear You 13. Physical Ways to Embody the Metaphysical 14. The Poem Begins to Breathe

    1h 1m
  8. “Vortex Eyes” on BBB poetry and the North Africa Tour

    FEB 19

    “Vortex Eyes” on BBB poetry and the North Africa Tour

    Vortex Eyes By Jedidiah Jackson ^Part of the North Africa Tour *Read in Berlin ….A self self reinforcing convergence Forces joining forces and reinforce their whirling by whirling the easiest way An agreement Flocks turning together Fier spiraling upward Water forming Eddie’s planets, looping breath, synchronizing in crowds drum, pulling bodies into shared time Shared time Shared time By the way, are we all in shared time? and what do we share time with? like a gentle mountain brain surrounding phase in the rush of the river, the sun sitting behind the trash fires and the big whooping primordial, structured birds flying through the distant hill top trash fire smoke, the locals holding hands taking selfies three woman in cloaks alohaing shinning bright silk black “same same” of the cloaks on their bodies a blend out disappearing act reappearing as the shoes an accent the socks around the ankle a white skin lizard deep throating the shin it’s the rim of a high hat shine the smiles of three girlfriends taking selfies the ((say it clear said a pose holding the cloak tight the relation is made dramatic by the burka covering bodie so the accents of shoes and face and where the fabric is held tight become deeper rhythm like sub base of a triangle that brought Euclid to his fame pyramid power is balance and focus the selfie pose brought Dark side of moon right here where we are all with the sun set in front of the town fountain the women taking selfies hot can they make a burka? pretty hot Rhythm is f*****g time bodies rhythm curves accentuate by fabric pull tighter eyeliner terminal point the eye can be a black hole contact there is no going back from the edge of a whirlpool at midnight silk as smooth as the part of the leg that the silk slit is opening tennis shoes with white socks in front of the other foot heels up hip to the side shoulders back cheeks pink satellite dishes hello social information , bright smile, photton white, emitter Mono color claw on paw glistening pause the silk tighter she could make a burger melt cheese sesame seed open open with tugs and releases the way women make sweaters and ski gear sexy Catch and release A floating cave Lips on a cobra snake, the hoof of a camel All the way up a leg Is right now when squatting Opening the hips a vortex is coherence made visible.

    18 min
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Experimental audio meets Beat poetry and philosophy - A field-recoded journey through literature consciousness and counterculture. You have found the BBB- your secret audio dose of acid. We record the moment where spirit makes its wild plunge into matter. These are spontaneous conversations about mysticism poetry art music total b******t sci fi paranoia dream utopia and friendship- raw sounds, real voices, and the rhythm of thought. We record the future through fresh poetry. We record the past by romantic audio narratives. There are adventures around the world and other dimensions.

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  • Creator
    Jedidiah Jackson
  • Years Active
    2023 - 2026
  • Episodes
    214
  • Rating
    Explicit
  • Copyright
    © Jedidiah Jackson
  • Show Website
    Beatniks Bumtrips B******t