Don’t Go With The Flow, Flow With The Go!

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(written while staying in Taos, NM)

Met a poet the other day named John Mason. A real hip cat of a fella. As a poet, still living life as much a student as a teacher. Too young to be a proper beatnik, but spent enough time with that generation. Reciting rhymes. Stories of the road. Lost sweet hearts in New Orleans. Run ins with Nixon. A real mind blower if I ever met one.

He told me this vision of a Beat convention at Naropa in Boulder, Colorado. Circa 1980? Ginsberg, Snyder, Burroughs. All present. Maybe even Jan Kerouac. I swear she wrote about it in her second novel.

John Mason bet his buddy with a bus ticket he could beat him there by hitch hiking. Both traveling from Detroit, Michigan. A real rambler in a time before cell phones. He lost the bet, but only by 4 hours.
First thing he does after arriving in town is ask an organizer about the open mics. Organizer says, “Sorry John. We ain’t thought about that.”

So John goes to city hall, rounds up a bunch of open air venues and bookstores. Comes back and hands a list to the organizer and says, “You got 500 or more poets coming in from all across the world. That’s a whole bunch of folks who should be reading. Here’s a complete list of your open readings and shared microphones for the next three days.”

A real wrangler. Ended up sharing the stage with Bill Burroughs before the convention was over. Got drunk at a party with Harold Norse. Really became a part of the scene.

Then he tells me this other story in lyric form. Recites it from the top of his head as if it were sitting on the page in front of him. A real epic if I ever heard one. Stole the cadence from Rudyard Kipling. Story starts with a taste of a 4 way window pane before setting out on the road. Thumbs a ride somewhere near Chicago and gets picked up by a normal looking guy and his wife. Before him, the road animated like a crystalized quartz jewel opening wide.

The driver seems wise to his plight. Strikes up a conversation about civil disobedience, riots, and the holy NOW. John Mason didn’t hesitate a moment, jumping right into this philosophical diatribe. The holy NOW is what really caught him most and my retelling won’t do it justice. You’ll have to talk to John Mason yourself for any sort of clarity, because see, it ends up this driver and his wife are somewhat scholars of sufi-mystics. They’d practiced the Tao and read up on Zen. So with all John Mason’s spirit leaning towards hippy activism, they had a response for him that seemed to intuit doing nothing.

But here’s where the argument changes. There is a moment of clairvoyance. Before you know it the driver’s tossing out a new mantra that a whole generation could get behind.
And this is the real mindblower. Both for John and for me in his retelling.

The driver, he says, “John, don’t go with the flow, man. The only thing I ever saw go with the flow was a dead fish floating down the river.” He says. “See, John. You gotta learn to flow with the go, man. There ain’t no other way about it.”

And right there, John Mason’s mind on acid tips right into a new direction. And here I am in the 21st century, having the same reaction.

Don’t go with the flow, man.
The only thing that ever did that was a dead fish.
Instead you gotta flow with the go.
That’s the real way to find enlightenment.

Don’t Go With The Flow, Flow With The Go!

A FIERY JOURNEY THROUGH BERNSVILLE

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I’ve driven through almost ten states in the last two months, all on the east coast, and the only bumper sticker I’ve seen on the backs of cars is a “Vote for Bernie” sticker. This is with driving both through cities and rural areas and everywhere in between.

I swear, I haven’t seen a single HRC sticker or Donald Drumpf sticker in all that time. I know their supporters exist amongst the same geographic areas, but as far as I can tell they’re not as excited.

It’s a wild observation.

I mean, even with the road signs in front of people’s yards, the only non-Bernie one I’ve seen was in DC and it was for HRC. At almost every venue I’ve played along these two tours, the exterior of the house had a Bernie Sanders sign or a sticker. I even stayed at a farm in Flemington, NJ where the residents had painted a huge Bernie Sanders sign outside along their gravel farm road. I can’t think of any other candidate who has murals painted by street artists in so many cities, at least not one’s where they happened completely independently from the direct prompting of any campaign official but instead happened solely because of inspired citizens.

I mean, I have to admit the fervor has made me feel safer in my travels. It’s like being surrounded by the warm hearts of family. Just yesterday a woman at a gas station said, “Nice Bernie Sanders sticker!” to me (I’m a part of this vote for peace as well) from across the lot.

I laughed at first, hoping to dodge a political debate, hearing her voice and reacting to the compliment as if it were sarcastic. But then I looked up and saw she was entirely sincere. So I smiled and said, “Thank you. Let’s hope he gets in there.” We waved and then both drove off in our seperate journeys. Then I went to Bernsville, NC (a local joke, actually spelled Burnsville) and saw what felt like the epicenter of what could be possible for us all, if he really were elected. A communal effort full of art and creativity living off the land and worshipping the moon and the stars.

I don’t understand what’s so foul about those ideas to others. For instance, I found a comic zine in the bathroom at a McDonalds in Blacksburg, VA that basically said something like “Beware of all hippies and punks. They collect crystals and don’t beleve in God but worship a goddess named Gaia instead”.

My response to that was, “So fuckin’ what?”

I mean, where the heck does that part of the human condition come from? What in our DNA causes us to judge others and decide what’s the best for them? Why can’t people just let go and let others do what they want? Why can’t they just mellow out some? It’s like the people that created that zine are absolutely insane with hate. They’re deluded by it.

On the other side of the spectrum, the Bernie Sanders fervor is something really interesting. It’s surprising to me the mainstream’s response thus far has been mostly radio silence and scathing reviews of disbelief. It’s surprising they haven’t just co-opted the whole thing yet. Or that seemingly they haven’t been able to.

And now everyone’s saying they’re doing their best in blocking our abilities to vote. The optimist in me doesn’t see this as purposeful manipulation. Instead it registers it as an example of how our civilization or at least our country is truly crumbling into ineffective bureaucracy. Like, wow! We’ve gotten this far and our voting system is still 13 steps in the opposite direction of where it should be. The cynic in me says there’s purpose in this complete incompetence.

But yet, Bernie Sanders is still winning hearts and minds. And I’ve seen him speak. He also sounds sincere. Like so sincere, he’s showing how exhausted he is that he’s 74 and he’s seen how this whole country works (or rather doesn’t) and he’s flabberghasted that he has to work through that entirely broken system to attempt a win in order to fix it.

Obama had fervor. But not this early. And not ever this much. Has any candidate that anyone can remember ever touched this many hearts?

I mean, hot damn. It’s a wonder to watch so much of the world so engaged and enthralled by the intention of Love. Have we made it across the threshold into a new era of heart-centered individuals just in the nick of time? Just before we destroy ourselves and everything around us?

Or is this just another way that the natural cycle of the way things are, continues to laugh at us, all on its own volition?

A FIERY JOURNEY THROUGH BERNSVILLE

Excerpt from Travel By Haiku

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“Moon light, moon vision
water is all around us
tidal waves within.“

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Daily Haiku by Marshall Deerfield

Buy the new book, Travel By Haiku available from Amazon. Travel By Haiku is a collection of haiku poetry written while traveling across the United States in 2014-2015. Each haiku is a meditation on the divine beauty found in the natural world and a boost to get the reader there.

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Excerpt from Travel By Haiku