1NT3RS3CT10NS 0F PR0GR3SS...

intersections of progress

and feral reclamation,

refusing to be resource

F1FT33NTH M1L3 M4RK3R N0T F4R...

fifteenth mile marker not far

from route fifteen bizness, me

just getting lost on a walk

1N M3M0RY 0F D1RTG0D...

"In Memory of Dirtgod"

various bench plaques will one

day read, if I did it right

JJ Krupert Feb 2018 number eleven "when the shit hits the fan"

[an '80s classic, when all this political chaos people think is brand new was happening before; an early classic of folk punk?] 

In other direction right quick with outside wit, 

trying to somehow thrive during these end-ish times, 

though “end” is self-centered Earth dominion bullshit, 

since Earth shall still exist once industrial crimes 

claim their “civilized” victim - people; anyways, 

the newly broke is suddenly woke as if Trump 

is aberration and not just symptom; this phase 

been happening since the ‘80s - Earth turned to dump, 

capital prophets entrusted with nations’ keys, 

unchecked as system, imbalanced psychology 

of eternal expansion of production… please, 

free market forever is death mythology 

boring into all lives; devil math’s greatest trick - 

keep middle fingers wiggling in ev’ry loose brick. 

JJ Krupert Feb 2018 number ten "sjb's"

[love trash music when slowed down, 

like fried fish for the eardrums] 

Skidding along outskirts, laughing with lunar tic, 

serotonin on the mind, inclined to unwind 

along back roads I’ve never known before, brain thick 

with wanderlust, plus regular lust, try to find 

divine path down dirt roads paved but been forgotten; 

that’s fine… in shadows, margins, and fringes, folks can 

still cultivate loungin’ lives while world’s gone rotten, 

but fuck it… enjoy life better with lesser plan, 

avoiding downpressor man, living off the phat 

of the nether lands; dirtgod is back roads by birth, 

feel more at ease where the shine is gone; y’all chase that 

blood diamond polish, I’m good griming back to Earth, 

tripping along this wayward path, ready to split 

in other direction right quick with outside wit. 

D1SC4RD3D SPR4Y P41NT T-SH1RTS...

discarded spray paint t-shirts

which sat on side porch for months,

bright colors slowly mildewed

JJ Krupert Feb 2018 number nine "outskirts of life"

[GG Allin acoustic spectrum 

on repeat when around too much 

fake shit, which I seem to be, 

perhaps mistakes made 

in path trusted, but fuck it] 

The easiest way to get free is to just git, 
always choose the margins - I don't even write real 
poetry or do real art, just simplified shit 
unrefined thus never "fine" nor found; but genteel 
shine is pyrite promise, I'd rather pirate away days 
looking lazy and out of place beyond good grace 
of inside system's so-called safe space; y'all give praise 
to a Freedom that's brand-name only, which shineface 
voting bases both right and left still slurping; I'd 
rather not become absorbed by or with facade 
of exceptional life realized (lies), steering wide 
of y'all's beaten path of devil math; it's dirtgod 
jihad, internal/external, freebird mystic 
skidding along outskirts, laughing with lunar tic. 

M1X3D 0VR G3N3T1CS, M1X3D 0VR...

mixed our genetics, mixed our

records, mixed our books; gotta

figure out splitting it up

D3D1C4T10N T0 W4LKS, L0ST...

dedication to walks, lost

in undeveloped land while

developing deep beliefs

T0 B3 HVM4N M34NS T0 H4V3...

to be human means to have

tangled internal mess; try

and untangle what you can

VS3D T0 B3L13V3 1N SH4D0WS...

used to believe in shadows

in metaphysical sense,

that large lives might mean something

F00L1SH P1R4T3 0F PYR1T3...

foolish pirate of pyrite,

accumulating trinkets

of dazzling impermanence

JJ Krupert Feb 2018 number eight "bozo texino (get live)"

[one of my own fuckin' songs, which feels stupid, 

but I synced up some bozo texino doc 

to the track and it's nice; 

been working on new shit musically, 

some of it I like 

some of it I don't... 

nature of the creator]

Getting real freedom means letting go what you clutch, 
don't give a fuck about much too superficial, 
with the metaphysical try to stay in touch, 
man is judgemental but universe judicial; 
and quick to straighten shit out; underneath crows' prose 
beside James River flows I compose cryptic marks 
upon industrial carcasses where freight slows 
to stop, where dirtgod heart makes ripples and sparks 
which spiral wherever - no plan, just man compelled 
beyond control to explode with creation; 
despite power grid imposed, big bang's still upheld 
by getting live, cultivating constellation 
of self-science and arts to guide self through this shit - 
the easiest way to get free is to just git. 

K3TTL3B3LL SW1NGS, H1NDV SQV4TS...

kettlebell swings, Hindu squats,

up the hill in the field sprints,

plus cubicled lethargy

S1TT1NG TH3R3, C0MF0RT4BL3...

sitting there, comfortable

in our silence, listening

to congregation of crows

H4RSH 4MPH3T4M1N3 C0NQV3ST...

harsh amphetamine conquest

of horizon, abiding

laws just enough to get by

HVMM1NG W4R'S SL1PP1N' 1NT0...

humming War's "Slippin' Into

Darkness" while trying to find

lost junk in junk vehicle

TH3M D3V1L DVD3S' GR1DS N0T BV1LT...

them devil dudes' grids not built

for survival, just profit;

when it goes dark, we begin

JJ Krupert Feb 2018 number seven "payaso"

[y'all fuck with Tego? 

you should.] 

Returning to the mud, getting lost in the weeds; 
soy un payaso estupido por creer 
en la meritocracia; forced english feeds 
perpetuate clown thought - necesito leer 
mas Galeano, mas Vasconcelos, plantar 
pensamientos de raza cosmica en 
mi cabeza (y mi corazon), levantar 
filosofias de Sumak Kawsay; and then 
once payaso del diablo blanco conquest 
of false progress utopian thinking's been hacked 
with metaphysical machete, achieve blessed 
state of less stress, less mess, plus more natural fact
simplicity as universal good life touch, 
getting real freedom means letting go what you clutch. 

04K TR33 4RTS PH1L0S0PHY...

oak tree arts philosophy -

scatter bullshit every

direction, don't give a fuck

JJ Krupert Feb 2018 number six "winter in america"

[any time you see a Gil Scott-Heron 

dusty vinyl long-player jam 

with Brian Jackson, 

it's a guaranteed classic; 

this song so fuckin' great 

and so fuckin' still relevant, 

we seem stuck] 

As possible, attempting to feel real world's touch, 
on this continent named America despite 
pre-Columbian presence lacking western clutch 
desperate for wealth; the Earth can always make right 
what's gone wrong, don't let fear entirely commandeer 
all probable futures - truly exceptional 
checks and balances super natural, austere 
to dominion-minded brain, forcing sectional 
thinking where holistic existed; Land of Free 
press release and advance publicity lacking 
in substance to back the hype; back to simple me, 
attempting to live more (less) simply as can be 
in overpolished world with myriad of greeds, 
returning to the mud, getting lost in the weeds. 

JJ Krupert Feb 2018 number five "excellent"

[couldn't really find full version of Princess Nokia's "Excellent" song, which had me contemplating uploading it, but then I wondered if maybe she didn't cease & desist all the copies of it online because maybe she doesn't like it; why should I force it back into the internet if that's the case; also the only video that does show up is this one with her nieces, and knowing little girls with house full of daughters, I could imagine her nieces being like "what if we could be famous on youtube?" and then Nokia was like "okay, let's put this video of y'all up on youtube and I'll make it so that's the only version of the video that shows up" and then that's what happened and the views keep going up and those nieces are stoked; who am I to deny that either? so I'm just running with this video even though it doesn't fit my desires as a dumbass person with a website project about music every month, what the fuck do I matter?]

Because the gridlock's plots don't address my real needs, 
ambitions and accolades practiced from within, 
cheffin' in the kitchen, always cooking with weeds, 
calculate with intuition, guts without sin 
because that gut flora morality goes deep, 
goes ancient, goes excellent, goes ever-present; 
it's never pleasant to separate toxic seep 
into my conscience from poison culture; peasant 
beginnings within this pyramid scam, yet no 
doubt, still blessed with privilege at the same damn time; 
my future likely robotic, with pharma flow 
forced into bloodstream if I let them; dirtgod grime 
resists shineface power structures applied as much
as possible, attempting to feel real world's touch. 

RVNN1NG 3XT3NS10N C0RDS FR0M...

running extension cords from

front porch outlet to camper

in field eighth of mile away

F0LL0W1NG TH3 S4LT TRVCK 4LL...

following the salt truck all

the way to my own driveway,

sliding home late after work

TH3 N4TVR3 0F 3X1ST3NC3...

the nature of existence

is impermanence, not just

at the whole, but in each part

H0W F4R C4N W3 G3T B3F0R3...

how far can we get before

somebody recognizes

that we're no longer around?

1NF1N1T3 1NDVSTR14L...

infinite industrial

scars on Earth healed easily

through advanced mushroom science

N0TH1NG M0R3 4M3R1C4N...

nothing more American

than small town parade where we

all pretend shit is alright

ST3NC1L MY B3ST PO3TRY...

stencil my best poetry

on exposed river rocks while

river has drought condition

25-Man Metaphysical Roster: Leicester City F.C.

[retro drunk Vardy]

[25-Man Metaphysical Roster is a football dork methodology meant to establish a listing of players who have been most active for English Premier League teams in their past 100 non-friendly matches. Essentially, it is calculated by minutes played, but weighted towards most recent games. The end result is a listing of the 25 players in a team’s recent history who have had the largest hand on their metaphysical sporting trajectory. The English Premier League was chosen because it is the highest level of football played in an English speaking country, and I speak English. Also, it is what comes on TV here in the USA, where I fucking live. And yet still I should clarify I hate English, and also America. Thus maybe I hate myself. Should I not fail in maintaining my unpaid deadline, a new 25-Man Metaphysical Roster will appear on the 1st and 15th of every month.]

Leicester City went from champion to middle of the pack, which is honestly what everybody expected. They also would’ve leap-frogged another dead club who did not survive a second 25-Man treatment in Middlesbrough. No blurbs because I am catching up.

#1: Kasper Schmeichel (up from #5 last time Leicester City was 25-Manned on 15-Apr-2017)

#2: Jamie Vardy (up from #4 last time)

#3: Marc Albrighton (up from #9 last time)

#4: Riyad Mahrez (up from #8 last time)

#5: Christian Fuchs (up from #6 last time)

#6: Danny Simpson (up from #7 last time)

#7: Wilfred Ndidi (up from #16 last time)

#8: Wes Morgan (down from #2 last time)

#9: Harry Maguire (previously #9 for Hull City on 01-Mar-2017)

#10: Shinji Okazaki (same as last time)

#11: Benjamin Chilwell (up from #18 last time)

#12: Demarai Gray (up from #13 last time)

#13: Daniel Amartey (down from #12 last time)

#14: Andy King (down from #11 last time)

#15: Robert Huth (down from #1 last time)

#16: Danny Drinkwater (down from #3 last time)

#17: Vincente Iborra

#18: Islam Slimani (down from #15 last time)

#19: Yohan Benalouane (up from #21 last time)

#20: Aleksandar Dragovic

#21: Matthew James

#22: Kelechi Iheanacho

#23: N’golo Kante (down from #14 last time, also previously #6 for Chelsea on 15-Sep-2017)

#24: Ahmed Musa (down from #17 last time)

#25: Marcin Wasilewski (down from #19 last time)

DVSTY R3C0RD C0LL3CT10N...

dusty record collection

disorganized by last one

pulled out, stuffed into middle

N4K3D W1NT3R TR33 L00K1NG...

naked winter tree looking

like electromagnetic

impulse against setting sun

JJ Krupert Feb 2018 number four "damn weeds"

[I'll be honest, what ppl try to convince me Sturgill Simpson is, I already got Malcolm Holcombe for, and Malcolm's not a cop] 

Getting too easily lost in consciousness stream, 
struggling for space to breath easy but trapped in place 
that don't feel like home no more; fuck it, reframe dreams 
into singlewide, take pride in natural grimeface 
existence, never one to shine with perfection, 
I'm a lounge in progress (fuck work), stacking milk crates 
too high with piecemeal second-handed possession; 
once I got spot to spread raven wings without weights 
of what really ain't, my illegitimate art 
will grow like dandelion and kudzu vine, climb 
through the cracks in concrete, extending dirtgod heart 
into larger world more fully, like fool, full-time 
around-the-clock don't stop explosion of thought weeds, 
because the gridlock's plots don't address my real needs. 

N0WH3R3 1N P4RT1CVL4R...

nowhere in particular

is where I'm from, where I'm bound,

only type of place I know

N4TVR4L B0RN M0T3L M4N...

natural born motel man,

finding them in passing chance,

never utilizing apps

S1MPL3 S1NGL3 Y3LL0W B0WL...

simple single yellow bowl,

begging for my daily rice,

practicing the heart sutra

TH3 ST4T3 0F 4M3RIKKK4N...

the state of Amerikkkan

union continues to be

engineered power gridlock

SVP3R10R 0VTL3T 4ND...

superior outlet and

pawn shop offer cash for gold,

layaway available

TH0VGHT M3NT4LLY VNST4BL3...

thought mentally unstable

because would rather walk than

ride, would rather chill than strive

DVD3 1N WH1T3 3XP3D1T10N...

dude in white Expedition

lurked half block back while I walked

through not-so-great neighborhood

T00-S3TTL3D F4RMH0VS3 W1ND0WS...

too-settled farmhouse windows

don't necessarily keep

the winter air from inside

CH3V3LL3 SVP3RSP0RT 0N DVBS...

Chevelle Supersport on dubs,

purple candyflake dripping,

Raven hit the lottery

TH3 PR0M1S3S 0F RVR4L...

the promises of rural

paradise slowly choked out

by sprawling devil spreadsheets

JJ Krupert Feb 2018 number three "s4m st0n3"

[DJ 1000 Featherz exclusive 45s on 33 jam! s4m st0n3 from the 7-inch collection in the white camper trailer, slowed down as far as wrong speed + 10% pitch modulation on USB turntable will allow; HOW LONG BEFORE I OPEN ONE OF THESE TABLES UP & MAKE THE THING SPIN SLOWER THRU INTERNAL SCIENTIFICS? (also, had to make my own video for this since it was a vinyl rip I did at abnormal but more appropriate speed... if you used to listen to Solaris Earth Pipeline perhaps you recognize this speed because it was used as "Trapped Inside Clouds")]

Raven Mack refraining from living life with fear, 
a voiding of addiction protocols, transplant 
poison ivy genetics into path more clear, 
not sure whether career or careen, and just can't 
seem to dream; there's a hole in daddy's life where all 
the money comes from, but gone before Monday's dawn; 
thankful the fog's lifted but struggle with this stall 
in direction lost when not reckless - broke ass spawn 
escaped hopeless perspective, but not enough stone 
in my life, too many abstractions just as bad 
as medicated blurs at making falseness known 
as truth; so I here I sit, stone cold sober dad 
struggling to do right while still holding onto dream, 
getting too easily lost in unconscious stream.