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This week’s piece is from 2012 when I was on a speaking tour in Canada. I’m still returning to these moments, revisiting and piecing together brand-new adaptations of past poetic history. “He who controls the past controls the present, and thus the future…”
How to Go from Jesus to Buddha in 10 Days:
Turn your speaking career into a display of pure mania, where instead of doing speeches, you do an hour of whatever you feel.
Explode yourself in a bathtub and cover yourself with pure plasma. Then proceed to make yourself dinner on a makeshift plug-in stove.
Perch under a tree, gazing up at the branches of a bodhisattva and…
–become enlightened—
walk to the cemetery and play with the Stone Age.
Turn Schizo-Hilarious when you find two government agents tracking you. Go into your hotel room, shut the blinds, and bust out the audio recorder that looks like a pistol. Pretend to be a Black Panther.
Teach yourself how to hallucinate by closing the curtains just enough to let a peek of light through. Rotate slightly and speak visions.
Flee your apartment after making swift accusations about to your agent that she set you up. Feel the throb of your jugular vein and go to catch a train, balling your eyes out at the station. Enter the car with three types of nuts: walnut-brain, almond seeds, and cashews. Eat the three types of nuts and go through the portal of death listening to the solstice sound on a headset.
Arrive in Montreal and explode/burst from the car with enthusiasm. Go to the house where you are staying to see Edith Piaf and Zsa Zsa Gabor—both signs/reminiscent of your ex. Explode to the streets in search of theatre, but instead, wrap your head with rainbows and walk around for four hours.
Hit up a French kickboxing class. Before, move maneuvers w/ weights, and after, swim. Kickboxing eyes have a dangerous passion. Your hand is licked by a small black-and-white dawg, the yin and yang of the universe. Your fingertips touch the tongue of God.
Move to a vacant house in the suburbs, alone with no food, and begin to hallucinate. Outside on patrol, pretend you are Michael Caine and come up with fantastic fantasies.
(Longest weekend of the Millennia)
Friday—Salmon dinner and call Nana, check in with her. No phone card.
Saturday—Time Slows Down. Hallucinations of Hitler and Einstein…little violins. Grandad's military service. Bob Marley’s ghost. Spin the planets on the fryer. Robin Williams and Steve Martin are on the bird watch. Best dance moves. Her face was that of a God. Patrol the ‘hood like a Nazi in Warsaw. Liver in the fridge, the body of Marley, vegan croissant, like big ears. Challenge the Creator to a duel/Duo, with sippy cup glasses, a yellow paintbrush, and a glass of Artisana. Wardrobe of Theatricality. Music > SF Style. Play with candles > bathtub forever and long hair with Max's hands. Send him the notes on Adonai. On the couch with “Adonis Fire,” watching Hitler take a dump. Late Night, trying to sleep…not getting anywhere with this.
I hope this finds you well and intact. We are not always in one consistent state of mind, but the writing and recording process have aided my wellness journey along the way. Creative Expression for Spiritual Redemption!
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J-dub.
How to go from Jesus to Buddha in 10 Days