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Improvijazzation Nation - Issue # 48

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TrueGreatness

Comes from nonconformists

Rembrandt Beethoven

Melville Edison Joyce Einstein

Perhaps

Weíve reached the end of Greatness

 

True Love

Comes from Scorned and Hated Lovers

Socrates Christ Gandhi King

Perhaps

Weíve reached the end of Love

 

True History

Comes from Learning

Assyria Rome

Burned Jerusalem burned Polycarp

Middle Passage Wounded Knee

Auschwitz My Lai Kosovo

 

Perhaps

Weíve reached the end of Learning

 

Perhaps

Weíve reached the end of History

 

Perhaps

Weíve reached The End

 

Copyright, 2001, Robert Betts

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From Ole Lillelund (a friend of our improvising pal, Jeffrey Morgan):

 

Earlier today i sent you an e-mail with "the chinese smile" as an attachment. i hope you have received it and been able to read it. if not - please notify me.  the present poems are all written with the purpose of being set to music and/or sound. they are statements in a soundscape, so to speak. i write "different kinds of poetry", also i write in danish as well as in english + in rare cases in german. apart from poetry i write song lyrics for a couple of rock- & popgroups. i do a lot of collage-poetry-pictures. i also have a larger "novellike thing" sitting in my computer. it is called "stroe" in danish. rendered into english the title would be "spread". i've worked on it for four years. it's meant be an electronic, interactive surreal experience with a lot of deviations from the main road. a computer genius and an animator are going to help me bring out the finished opus. i have two friends possessing the above mentioned qualities. i already acted in several of their experimental movies, so we're really in sync. as you might already have grasped, my name is ole lillelund. b. 18-10-42. presently living in copenhagen, making a living as a research secretary on a southeast asian language project, spending a lot of time surfing the internet in the southeast asian virtual world for scholarly tidbits. i spent twelve years in asia, from afghanistan to hongkong, most of the time in nepal, indonesia and india. taught english in nepal, indonesia, pakistan and india for several years. worked half a year at hongkong university on a project about the ainu. worked as a danish language instructor to immigrants in denmark. used to sing in punk bands, too. i always had a hard time perceiving how the commercial system works, either i was abroad or i was busy living, i guess. so most of my work as a poet is self-published. off and on i perform at poetry readings. i'm a father, lover and pilgrim. i believe the underground is the root of all experiments.

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the chinese smile

 

the killer syndrome

salami and molasses

night

iím not a video

eat the rules

if you canít strip your body, strip your mind

back with the chainsaw

u ugga bela

business machine

hashish

poets of the frontier

another generation

opium is religion for the people

a new you

i wipe my arse with the news

to write is not to talk

emotionally drained

out of your box

in lieu of a mythology

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the killer syndrome

 

i am a louse

you are a flea

the flea drinks blood

the nail crushes the flea

the louse hiding among hairs

the flea gets killed

oh boy are you scared

oh boy are you scared

oh boy are you scared

the soldier kills

the soldier gets killed

war is will

is war evil?

that mother killed her son

this pill kills the pain

this will kills the brain

this thrill kills - refrain

oh son are you scared

oh son are you scared

oh son are you scared

thereís no other way

than being a louse

the king in his house

killing his spouse

kill for fears

kill with spears

kill your ears

kill the years

oh man are you scared

oh man are you scared

oh man are you scared

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salami and molasses

 

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

get born - get torn

get life - get knife

grow grow grow

go go og

to school to fool

no rule - no rule

no you - no you

this life - straight life

this line - straight line

cut knife - end life

end up in a jar

do what youíre supposed

to do - oh do

youíre you

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

salami and molasses

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night

 

night

right

right o

screams from

the mad lady

seems

like too late

too late

too

the piano

jazzing up

autonomy

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iím not a video

 

iím not a video

iím not a video

iím not a video

iím not a video

i take a ride

i take a ride on you

iím not a video

iím not a video

iím not a video

iím not a video

you take a ride

you take a ride

you take a ride

you take a ride on me

iím not a video

iím not a video

iím not a video

iím not a video

we take a ride

we take a ride

we take a ride

we take a ride

we take a ride

we take a ride on them

a-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

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eat the rules

 

clashes

oh clashes

bloodspilt horizon

for no apparent reason

this struggle over colours

and rights to inhabit

the public sewerage system

if the big flash

comes to the christians

but these are the times of satan

when teeny boppers sneak out

to convey their messages

in spray on the city walls

during an overheated night

you can feel it coming, baby

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if you canít strip your body, strip your mind

 

you know - i ate this pill!

you know - Ďtwas very small - and purple

and all went kapoof in colours

and, erh well, youíll have to

experience it for yourself

because you know --- because you know

because you know --- because you know

dang dang - dada dang dang

dang dang - dada dang dang

dang dang - dada dang dang

dang dang - dada dang dang

dang dang - dada dang dang

dang dang - dada dang dang

dang dang - dada dang dang

dang dang - dada dang dang

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back with the chainsaw

 

ska - wee - aaarg

spliiiii

skreeech

uiiiii

pflattat

speeeuwapitt

aaaaaaarglllh

fyeeeuw

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

koooweee

aaaaaaaaaeeeeegh

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u ugga bela

 

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

 

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

u ugga bela

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business machine

 

business machine

itís business as ever

business machine, business machine

business machine

yeah, just pull the lever

business machine, business machine

business machine

bi-bi-business machine

business machine

bi-bi-business machine

business machine

bi-bi-business machine

business machine

bi-bi-business machine

business machine

itís business as ever

business machine, business machine

business machine

yeah, just pull the lever

business machine, business machine

business machine

bi-bi-business machine

business machine

bi-bi-business machine

business machine

bi-bi-business machine

business machine

bi-bi-business machine

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hashish

 

ali ali

ali ali

the tribe sticks together

the neighbour is near death

when guns rattle at night

as ever in manís memory

qatama

baalbek

khaibar

mazaar

the snake coils out of its basket

as the the crocodile is picking its teeth on the curbstone

in strong afternoon sun

fattail sheep sizzle on charcoal

something womanish in black something

passing by

paradise of imagination

fata morgana like birth and death

thatís why islam is so close to the machine gun

purity of necessity

harvest

getting closer

in the name of allah

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poets of the frontier

 

poets of the frontier

standing stark naked

in blasting winds

big city nomads

growing some secret tomorrows

poets of the frontier

filling their head space

with promising noís

poets of the frontier

sipping from the rain

screams of joy

art for artís sake

horizon horizon

gates of golden dawn

and the bleeding toenails of christ

drink up drink - up drink up

poets of the frontier

slates cut of moonstone

trim burners of peat

sitting on far-away slopes

clenching radio luxemburg

live tappings on cassette

poets of the frontier

poets of the quarry

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another generation

 

babies of the metropolis

creeping shitfaced in the gutter

the whereabouts of kingdom come unknown

hail thee rotten redeemer

of sick cunts in the red light district

as a velvet underground whips up foam

vital statistics for a revolution

victims of profitmakers worldwide inc.

experiencing nirvana on a diet

of pure jazzlips

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opium is religion for the people

 

once upon a time

everything was so easy

sin was black

blood was red

now opium is religion for the people

once upon a day

everything was just sleazy

nigger black

commie red

well opium is religion for the people

once upon a fart

evrything was so gooey

faeces black

foetus red

and opium is religion for the people

once upon a shit

everything was just creepy

nighttime black

sun-up red

mhhh opium is religion for the people

once upon a hit

everything was too seedy

andy black

andy red

yeah opium is religion for the people

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a new you

 

thereís a machine staring at you

and you know at once:

this is science fiction

its seems your head is too full

so we better empty it a little

android automatic bodies

wipe the shit off the oil rigs

thinking: this is the best nourishment

throughout the vastness of space

hallelujah! hallelujah!

hallelujah! hallelujah!

hallelujah! hallelujah!

hallelujah! hallelujah!

hallelujah! hallelujah!

hallelujah! hallelujah!

hallelujah! hallelujah!

hallelujah! hallelujah!

hallelujah! hallelujah!

hallelujah! hallelujah!

hallelujah! hallelujah!

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i wipe my arse with the news

 

i can see it coming babe

streams of shit from above

and my mind is getting hazy

sunday delivers double amount

i can see it coming babe

loads of crap from abroad

leading to a new slavery

covering the entire continent

i can see it coming babe

police state is inevitable

clubbing down the poor citizens

and the need for new paratroopers

i can see it coming babe

poisonous streets prevail

"viva el partido conservador"

i wipe my arse with the news

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to write is not to talk

 

to write is not to talk

to crawl is not to walk

insubordination

oh what words result from morals

especially military

what nonsense

to write is not to talk

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emotionally drained

 

cut the cube

itís over for now

and itís not too early

the night may come

with its weird colours

the night

a thousand adolf hitlers

just waiting for

a ghost of a chance

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out of your box

 

trash in these t.v. times

weíre jazz - weíre art - weíre fart

crashlanding on more sex

moment you realize truth

out of your box baby

out and beat the streets

up on your rocks baby

time to kick your feet

thrills in this nuclear space

weíre nil - weíre naught - weíre none

safeguarded from the eeeks

drummer who spreads the word

out of your box baby

out and beat the streets

up on your rocks baby

time to kick your feet

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n lieu of a mythology

 

- in lieu of a mythology we break our minds open and vegetate on the pain

- french fried individuals with psychedelic haloes

- elemental incisors of c-film sunsets

- visions of shitass blockheads in advance of a broken memory

- electric gnomes with digital hard-ons

- power brokers with dragonís breath

- advanced sex in nitrous oxide tents

- gatekeepers of dawn

- frisbee fanatics

- fat pigheads of shady bizznizz

- meat stabbers and beef pushers

- blood on the moon

- southern comfort sticking in the liver

- sailors of the seven piles of dung

- crablice on societyís crotch

- dark star watchers

- pimps on retreat

- more to the whore

- lovers of the tarmac jungle

- neon tombstones will persist

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c

ole lillelund

artillerivej 63/146

dk 2300 copenhagen s

denmark

lillelund@hum.ku.dk

 

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