ISSUE 6:THERE ARE MUSIC LINKS WITH SHIT ADVERTS.

 British tourist blows up Italian village with suitcase.

Italy is in shock after the picturesque cliffside village of Positano was hit by a huge explosion earlier today. A British man has been arrested in connection with the attack, although first reports suggest that it was not terrorist related. Initial footage appears to show a huge crater in the cliffside, with multiple buildings dislodged or altogether destroyed. Rescuers have arrived from Salerno and Pompei, and local emergency crews fear there may be many fatalities.

Eyewitnesses report that this major incident happened just before 11am, when the British suspect, who was thought to be staying in the village, “firmly pressed down the handle of his suitcase”, which appeared to detonate the explosion. One eyewitness reported that the suspect “looked completely surprised and shocked” after allegedly detonating the explosion. The suitcase itself was later destroyed in a controlled explosion by specialist members of the Carabinieri, the national gendarmerie, or police force. The suspect is thought to be in his early fifties, from the Norfolk region. British police, including Scotland Yard officials, are thought to have joined their Italian compatriots as part of the ongoing investigation.

The suitcase has been identified as a Samsonite Neopulse, like the one pictured below. According to Samsonite spokesperson, Phyllis Wang, their Neopulse range is “completely safe” and there have been no other such reports of their suitcase brands “detonating significant caches of high explosives.” According to Ms. Wang, “they’re just handles, for pulling the suitcase along on its wheels, or for lifting the case. They aren’t wired up to a detonator. Certainly not when we manufacture or sell them, at least.” 

 

200000 for a terraced house

60000 for a caravan

1000 a month for a shithole

while I'm earning nothing

There is nothing left

to hope for here

except for

this self build

worry stack

word home

I'm hiding

in a mess of

thicko lying 

shit head brick laying

No more life

No more dark wine

No starry night

knockout punch

I'm so tired of spinning

Czech women screaming

throwing greasy beetroot

hospital doors banging

Russian men shout talking   

near shit sprayed disabled toilet

A Latvian is pacing 

like nazi nurse

A Welsh man is cursing

an Irish fisherman coughing

We are all freezing

in new-build bin

waiting for the lorry

So turn on

colourless

classic FM

saccharine violin

twisted TV

theme tunes

adverts are hammering

my glass splinter bed

my liver is awake

cuddling mummy lungs

and all my heavy bowel ropes

are tying my English limbs

into crash positions

Is it night day?

or day night?

DODO HUG ME?

shit wing flap

I can't earplug

All the screaming

Internet bully lying

Fatty tooth whitening

Lycra selfish selfies

shame pissing

I'm stuck still

need a black pill

industrial farmland

poor throat cutting

in space silence

BILLIONS

of satellite limbs flying 

SUDDENLY SLEEPY

all the dodo wings

start flapping

 

They hang the man and flog the woman

Who steals the goose from off the common

Yet let the greater villain loose

That steals the common from the goose

The law demands that we atone

When we take things we do not own

But leaves the lords and ladies fine

Who take things that are yours and mine

The poor and wretched don't escape

If they conspire the law to break

This must be so but they endure

Those who conspire to make the law

The law locks up the man or woman

Who steals the goose from off the common

And geese will still a common lack

Till they go and steal it back

HOPE FOR URGENT FAIR HOUSING POLICY NEWS? NO

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ISSUE 6: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

 

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IT'S VIRTUE SIGNALLING DAY! HERE AT BSN WE ARE ALL REALLY NICE, AND WE WOULD LIKE TO SHOW THAT WE ARE SITTING VERY COMFORTABLY AT HOME, NOT LIKE THE SILENT PEASANTS OBSESSED WITH MOANING ABOUT THEMSELVES, TOTALLY IGNORANT OF RIGHT ON SOFA NARRATIVE TWITTER STORMS. ALSO WE WOULD LIKE TO WISH EVERYONE A HAPPY MOTHERS DAY AND EASTER, BEFORE ANYONE ELSE, AND HALLOWEEN AND CHRISTMAS. WE WON'T RAGE ABOUT THE PEDO PRINCE AND THE ROYAL STINK AS WE NEED TO STAY SHEEP THICK

BSN WEATHER NEWS(UK): SIMILAR TO DECEMBER, JANUARY AND FEBRUARY, MARCH ALSO APPEARS TO BE MOSTLY SHIT. BORIS AND THE QUEEN MAY ALLOW SOME SUSTAINED WARMTH TO APPEAR IN LATE JULY,

 THEN THERE WILL BE AN UNBEARABLE HEATWAVE

FOR POOR PEOPLE FANTASY AND MADNESS IS THEIR LAST CHANCE TO EXPERIENCE HOPE AND FREEDOM

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I’m camping on sacred Hopi ground and winter roars down from the north. Grey clouds plate the sky; when the sun cracks through it coats the yellow grassland. An elder squints across the yellow. “Winter is coming. It is time to find a home.” In the morning when I wake the wind is booming. I head southeast but I don’t want to go. I want to stay on this sacred land, my feet on fragments of pottery shards, hand-painted, hand-molded, 1000 years old. Crossing the Mohave the north wind sweeps the interstate. In San Bernardino sand pours off the mountains, over the sound-proofed walls, square terra-cotta roofs, ochre red air fogged Staples signs, Best Buy, Jack’N The Box, Shell, palm trees shivering south, fronds ripping away like dandelions. End of the world. In LA the boulevards are on fire. 8 Million Ways To Die. I don’t want to be here. Someone asks me to pick up a camera. Now I’m shooting Instagram models while black and white sharks cruise streets chunked with sun, tilted sun, waiting as the city unravels. I am falling down a photoshopped Kardashian rabbit hole. In my bungalow at night my paintings hang on my walls. I study them, strangers from a strange world. Every day, week, year they grow stronger. Our lives are being flattened like pennies, like tidal pools, we’re shackled to sleek boxes, portals vacuuming the crumbs of our lives clean.

The Enemy 

We have recently been flooded with war imagery and terminology in relation to the microbial realm. The fear of this terror, Sars Cov 2, has turned our nearest and dearest into potential threats to our life as we are compelled to mask up, distance, sanitise and isolate. These uncompromising strategies promulgated to ‘contain’ the plague and the collateral damage generated to our health, life, economy and humanity, justified as both necessary and heroic sacrifices in the face of the ‘pandemic’. 

Now, there are some stark and troubling questions in relation to the science, or lack of, supporting these specific combat strategies, such as the fact that mask use does not impede the transmission of viruses, or that asymptomatic transmission is statistically insignificant. But rather explore this area of incoherence, I will pan back and look at the bigger pattern of this perspective of a war against the unseen enemy and what it may signify.     

I am a GP and over many years have been witness to an epidemic of chronic diseases. Seeking to understand why we ail so, I have developed a model, a map of the root causes and key processes that feed this modern malaise.  

On this journey within the human body, I encountered the microbial realm woven into the fabric of our very being. Many are now aware of the Gut microbiome and its importance for general health. Few are aware that our cells are the result of a symbiotic fusion of two microbes – an Archaea that engulfed a Bacteria. Once engulfed, the bacteria became super specialised in energy generation. Now known as mitochondria this bacteria conceded much of its DNA to the Archaea. With the energy generation sorted, the Archaea could get on with producing ever more fancy proteins, creating the complex life forms that you are one expression of. The most ancient of marriages and symbiosis - lets just call it love. 

It is the DNA that is the template, the recipe book, that codes for proteins – so where did the Archaea and the complex life forms its spawned, get its innovation, its new protein codes from? From viruses – it is estimated that around 80% of our DNA is actually viral in origin. 

The realm of the viruses – the virome is beginning to be appreciated as the means by which genetic information is shared between species, within the biosphere. Viruses are the key to upgrading our DNA and to our biological evolution. Interestingly within our own bodies, we produce viral like particles called exosomes, little packets of RNA, which communicate between cells and are exuded in our breath. Life is designed for co creation – innovation though sharing. 

Our body is built of microbes and is teaming with trillions of them in our blood stream, brain, guts and fluids. A great microbial symphony of life, ever emergent. 

So why, where and how does it go wrong?

Something happened along the way

What used to be happy was sad

“Bernard was right; the pathogen is nothing; the terrain is everything”. 

Pasteur reputedly said on his deathbed

We know microbes can make us seriously ill and often are the cause of our final demise. What turns life against life?  The disharmony in our relationship with microbes signals that something is awry in the ecology -  both in the ecology of our bodies terrain and its boundaries and collectively in the ecology of our human communities and their environment.  

It is all about boundaries. Psychologically as well as physically, with weak boundaries the self struggles to be grounded and manifest, becoming subject to all sorts of unwanted intrusions.  So much of the body’s functioning, from its cells, tissues and organs is about regulating boundaries – ensuring they are porous and open enough to receive and exchange, and defined enough to discern and contain. This edge is maintained by the unfathomable intelligence of our immune system. 

This has been very clearly manifest in the patterns of infection of Sars Cov 2. The big protector from the sometimes devastating Corona is the unsung hero of the immunity – the innate immune system. This is the first line of defence of the mucus membranes, blood stream and lymph nodes, primed with a generic reference of what bugs look like, and memory of previous corona virus encounters, it is the effectiveness of the innate immunity which will determine which way things swing. The adaptive immune response, with its fancy very tailored antibodies gets called in if necessary, but long after the infection has passed. 

So what determines the state of health of innate immunity? Age for one thing. Babies as new arrivals to the microbial brew of life, for the first 3 months of life rely exclusively on innate immunity. As elders, the energy of our innate immunity runs low, as it has been depleted through the attrition of life.        

Anything that turns up and sustains the low grade inflammatory stress of our body or depletes the resources needed for good immune function, will over time deplete our innate immunity.  Some the big ones that have been shown up by Sars Cov 2, and are the same that feed the crisis of chronic disease; 

Age – like rusty boats, we accumulate oxidative damage from chronic inflammation and this depletes the immune system.   

Macronutrient imbalance - our high carb diets are resulting in an epidemic of insulin resistance and diabetes. This feeds inflammatory stress at a cellular level and is the major risk factor for serious Corona

Micronutrient depletion – Vitamin D and Zinc are the big ones depleted in the nutrient poor diets and indoor living.

A leaky gut and toxicity – the gut is a massive boundary. When leaky the body is flood with all sorts of trouble. Many foods, toxins and pesticides break down the tight junctions that guard the gut lining.     

Sadness, disconnection and purposeless – we are our cells – mind exists in matter - state of being is expressed in the vitality or depletion of our immune response.    

Imagine if all those resources, which in the UK is reaching 100’s of Billions, spent on war with the unseen, was dedicated to learning the lessons brought to us from the microbial realm, and helping us heal our bodies worn terrain? 

THE CUTE STORY AT THE END

BECKS FLEW ACROSS THE NOW UNNAMED FUNNY SHAPED ISLAND FOR MUCH LONGER THAN HE EXPECTED. EVEN HE, WITH HIS MEDIA SAVVY BRAIN, FOUND THE DEVASTATION HARD TO COMPREHEND. THE WHOLE PLACE WAS CHARRED, BLACK AND STEAMING, A WASTELAND OF DESPAIR. HE COULDN'T SETTLE ANYWHERE, SO HE FLEW ON AND ON, LIKE A STUPID BALLOON. FINALLY EXHAUSTED HE SANK ONTO ONE OF THE FEW REMAINING GREEN SPACES AND WAITED. THERE WERE NO GERIATRIC FLAG-WAVING BODIES HE WANTED TO INHABIT, SO HE RESOLVED TO ABANDON HIS WILL TO FATE. 'I WILL INHABIT THE NEXT BODY THAT TOUCHES MY GAS', HE SAID TO HIS GAS SELF. WEEKS WENT BY, THEN A MAN DRAGGING A BIN BAG CAME UPON HIS MOSSY SPOT, AND THREW DOWN THE BAG INTO HIS GAS. INSIDE WAS THE BODY OF A DEAD DOG. BECKS QUICKLY GASSED INTO THE DEAD BODY, JUST AS HE HAD VOWED TO, AND THAT WAS THAT. SLEEP WELL DEAR RUNNING ANGRILY THEN SMILING TATOOED HAIRDO ADVERT MAN...HE'S SAFE NOW...AAAAHHHHH!

ISSUE 6 will most likely be the last issue, I'll be living in my van again soon without good internet access. I started this because what I was hearing, seeing and feeling in the real world was (yes, pinch yourself, there is a real one!) very different to what was being dolloped into my head by THE NEWS, internet adverts, art institutions and radio stations (for decades now!) I felt bullied and threatened by it, so the idea was to push back, to create a cleaner space in order to hear otherness, and maybe a few less corrupted voices? 

BSN was also something for me to do while alone in lock-down London, feeling claustrophobic indoors and out, and especially panicked by dark night thoughts.   

The you tube adverts are too depressing, I won't miss them. Wo'man, I find my species just too gross sometimes. I find myself too gross sometimes. It feels like there's only sweet music and ideas from my youth to cling to now. 

Since my birth in 1969, I have witnessed a return to a poorer and more unequal society. The fights for human rights, animal rights, workers rights, women's rights, environmental issues that were cool and natural in my childhood have become stagnated/frozen, hate-fueled or just totally silenced now. Injustice, cruelty and ignorance has become normalized, aided by a powerful, distracting, weaponized media. 

Most of my life-work has been by necessity, 'POOR ART', and this blog uses a similarly classical, economic punk style, reminiscent of a once hopeful computer world.

Unlike many Star Wars fans I don't think there is some great evil planning to defeat us. We defeat ourselves. Massive corporations are a problem for the fragile little survival person, but these massive conglomerates are made up of millions of fragile little survival people, selling to billions of other fragile little survival people. 

I wonder if western governments and power structures can change tack or will they continue to retreat to old violent forms, in fear or through sheer lack of wit? Can mentally ill democracies break through the force field of information monopolies and remind civil servants of their humble moral dimension? Are people ready to abandon dreams of palatial cartoon-deity-likeness, and admit their little survival self is just a fragile fleeting voyage, that is never made alone?  Can we make 'giving out' familiar sexy behavior instead, and make 'giving up' a thing of the past?