Beatniks Bumtrips Bullshit: Berlin ↔ Santa Cruz field transmission. Two poets trade live poems and cosmology in real time — breathwork in an alley waving two machetes, asteroid convergence, why bad art is just blocked life force, sleep as micro-death, barycenters, dream yoga, licking the hologram, and teaching your kid to eat hobo food off a trash can because love means helping someone move beyond their nature. This is tenderness at the end of the world, recorded between a Berlin paint studio full of grotesque flowers and a redwood creek in the Santa Cruz Mountains.
Main threads in this episode:
• Walking through Berlin “waving two machetes,” meaning breath, meaning aliveness, meaning you don’t get a future — “there is not any later, only now.”
• Art and shame: bad art isn’t failure, it’s where the life force can’t get through yet. Good art is when the work goes someplace you haven’t even lived.
• The barycenter, Jupiter pulling the Sun off-center, solar system dancing like a pirouette, and the prophecy-feeling of everything snapping back into alignment in 2027.
• Sleep as micro-death and relief: “We actually need unconsciousness to stay sane.”
• Dream yoga / higher self work: falling asleep as direct contact with the star that is you fulfilled.
• Death as comfort, not horror: “Someday we’re all gonna be dead,” said not like doom but like, finally, exhale.
• Phones melted for gold in an alley. Cell towers, purple smoke, extraction, alchemy, reincarnation of trash.
• Teaching your kid to eat scavenged food off a trash can as initiation into freedom.
• Rhythm as a survival structure. Rhythm as a cosmology. “The rhythm is five shooting stars and five secrets that shan’t be spoken of…”
“Walking down an alley waving two machetes… which is just my way of saying breathing.”
“There is not any later, only now. I can’t be intimate with life without being vulnerable.”
“Bad art is just where my life force is blocked. Good art is when the piece goes somewhere I haven’t been yet.”
“Someday we’re all gonna be dead — and that’s not despair, that’s relief.”
“Sleep is the little death we’re required to touch every night to stay sane.”
“The Sun’s center of gravity is outside of itself right now. Jupiter pulls it off-balance. In 2027 it comes back in. The whole solar system is literally dancing.”
“Understanding has no meaning.”
“You know God loves you when your experience shapes itself around your consciousness — and that is also terrifying.”
“We are surrounded by lies, but we have nothing to be upset about.”