w. l. schafer WLS jazzresin. Remote View Scanner for Historical Presence, iOs recording artist

Thursday, March 31, 2011


Coins concentric path like contuors of nebula upfluttered arise.


Unrequited TwentyFive...forlorn'd and cast out from Kyriotic Divine (as we age into apex of life is our greatest distance from GD; our arc'd trajectory travels surely to the once again hereafter absolute)


Shake n' Bake MF's (will be donated to Cancer/Fungi Correlate research fund after expiration date achieved)

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Another life changing poem, this one by Percy Bythe Shelley..........I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away". ......indeed I despair.
A favorite poem from my high school days..........The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. - Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)


eternal lips.
'The language of tones belongs equally to all mankind, and melody is the absolute language in which the musician speaks to every heart.'
-- Richard Wagner

Monday, March 21, 2011

Suffer WellStigmata. Get used to it
Thanks for the link, interesting read. First and foremost- there is nothing wrong with enthusiasm for an artform. When an artform gains importance amongst likeminded individuals a subculture appears. If the values and rewards of a subculture are significant often a subculture becomes a way of life (deadheads, jazz musicians, ravers, etc.) This is life. It is organic- artforms and subcultures. As my university of Missouri-Columbia musicology professor Dr. Budd explains: an art movement originates-arcs towards perfection- the descends into 'perversion' (proliferation, permutation, self-consuming)....many times from the ashes an artform will be rediscovered and rise pheonix like from obscurity or disregard.

Problem is, as Terrence McKenna explains, these cycles of artforms and culture proliferate and crumble at alarming speeds. Our entire species entrain to this metamusic sound of evolutionary accelerando (sic) con fucio-faster and faster with much fire. McKenna indeed did adhere to a 2012 event horizon: he suggested something to the effect of 'The End of Novelty.'

My response to the article would be:
Me, fuk em all, yeah I've read pynchon, met burroughs, hung out back stage with run-dmc, let G-love squeal on my sax, purchase alva noto and ryoji ikeda: hipsterism. Sure. What I'm into is hip to me. If your not savvy. Too bad for u. Square ears still listening to the same shit for 20yrs? Thas yer problem. Thirsty ears and inquisitive mind is oxygen to the soul. Music and art make this lousy life worth living. Are u hip? Do u not enjoy being with likeminded folk. Let go of self conciousness. Be free of self doubt.

Sunday, March 20, 2011


Wassily Kadinsky? Russian suprematism? No matter 6$ thrift store recovery. For sale- $112,777.

Saturday, March 19, 2011


777 23. 5±



All yer Tiffany belongs to us.

Quasars and quarks. "My house is your house (auf espanõl)" Bill called out to me as I walked away from his quaint little Lawrence house after a nice Sunday morning circa summer 96'. He certainly was a gracious host. "Dr. Fingers Schafer, the lobotomy kid, was a long gone nemesis...no. Need to worry about him." Several years before a ticket exploded on a Greyhound bus to Bocomo and a paper thin universe ripped irreprably. The Wind is You...the wind is you; with you we fly I am the wings. 7yr bullet lft wound (bullet travels quantum slow shredding flesh inecspicbly with excruciating complexity7)


Hipster Beebop junkies on 112th st never returned....

Thursday, March 17, 2011


Google's omnipresent surveillance: house of my childhood. Waltzing mathilda train whistle cricket song....nights are long in the St. Louis suburb. (Homage to William S. Burroughs sci-fi masterpiece 'The Ticket that Exploded'; (any others out there take the sacred metafictional bullet?)


NyC 2000 @ some Lowereast side pub after 7 exhausting hours busking times square with 22$ to show for it all.. Pay for the 6$ draft with quarters. Lady leans over and sez, "Honey, you need to borrow a few dollars?". I lose it.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Jazzresin to alexander melise hollaway feb 25 2011: LexluthAr mighty Huntar...many rivers crossed oceans transversed stars triangulated transit Aurora till quasars cease their beacon. Jazzresin under blankets of matted hair has killed that thirsty ear through unfiltered sonic saturation. It is as Is as always but completely different and unadultered. Asharam of secret Ashkanazi lost tribe correspond recklessly uncrypted efforts. The Chosen one now glimmers in some sparkle of an unwitting father's lustful gaze. The fuckpods of the hive people quiver and come in fearful anticipation of the destroying Newchrist and a Grendel Slothrop holy Schleimhel shaman us through new psychic techno battlefields. Creatures already inhabit our inner ears and smart phones sucking essence and soul. Little do we now how far and fast we evolve. The medicine of Alva Noto and Ryoji Ikeda delay the creatures control enough to realize the ate up husk of what you are is not whom yer supposed to be. May we act upon the scenerio as Ganesh and Amitahba allowing the incoming travesty to follow its course. Meanwhile the terminal beach holds endless solitude waiting. If you meet up with fate pray she's in a good mood cause nuclear war is a son-of-a-bitch.

A blackberry seisomagraph reading the night this blog was created. 3-11-11.

Harmonic multiphonic wormhole generator

Hitlers F@#k crab


Mugwump sucks your Chicago bound mind. Good luck MR. 'On the Road.'

Saturday, March 12, 2011

earlier prelude

Metafictional Rewrite: Etwas Anderes: Transmigration of AvataraImagination: Cache of Zen loops and permutated dreams of recent pasts vision of the future:Rules and regula

tions of time travel through light speed law breaking: Kyriotic Primitivism through Aleph Archaeology. Archetypes vs. Memetics: Sodium Bicarbonate Cure to Cancer: Ignatz the Mouse sues Mickey Mouse for square root of negative one to the power of pi: Winnipeg, Manitoba hyperspace interaction with Jakarta, Indonesia: the narcotic funeral dirge of the zombie fungi infested ant played on the stems of newly grown antler stalks: The lord maketh me lie down in mossy decomposition: Sanskrit instructions of apocelyptic intention written under the scalp of this writer with ingrown hairs: Klesha teaches oblivion towards our holographic samsara: Saxaphone mutliphonic techniques with spatial quantum dynamics: laylines of 9th and Cherry, BOCOMO: God digs drama so suffer well; etc. Ad infinitum.

Raån the secret name

( If he recites next to nothing but follows the Dhamma in line with the Dhamma; abandoning passion, aversion, delusion; alert, his mind well-released, not clinging either here or hereafter: he has his share in the contemplative life)

Friday, March 11, 2011

Avatar Jazzresin Presents his latest Opera: MINDFUL PLEASURES: Harmonic resonance DNA epigenomic synthesizer. Performed by morphological cast representing 23 facets of a singularity event horizon SyZygy former sysop of bulliten board systems 'der Grey Mauser' on 1200 baud applecat, vocoder, and 1952 Harmony banjo lietmotif stimtausch with Hohner echo harmonic collourtura.