Friday, October 23, 2020

Bob Dylan saves the day. Welcome breeze of warmth, tingles to the bone. Reminds me of home back a long time ago when poetry and guitar was a fireside chat on the West Bank of Minneapolis, in a cafe, amongst furry feathered hippies getting warm on cups of hot Joe. Watching some Mpls acoustic guitarist speaking in rhymes with poetic grace.

 



I heard that Dylan hung in or around this area, the West Bank of Minneapolis just across from the University of Minnesota campus (but there is a West Bank center of the university as well, i.e. the theater department.)  Stories of Dylan playing and then getting sort of kicked out of the scene before running away to the grand ole NYC Greenwich Village were he wasn't ousted for not singing in tune and being a blonde Minnesota Nazi type playing hippie for a season.


There is a warmth that I feel sinking into my being when I hear Dylan and his poetic surprises of labyrinth Life's little big scores amongst all the whores of the closed doors. (See music in the video below about New York). This was a cafe I hang out at a few times (friends played guitar there) and I had a lot of organic food that was absolutely without any taste of pleasure in eating (all the same color organic tofu with greens and organic brown salad dressing that tasted like ketchup without salt). Wonderful local musicians and poetry readings! I went there with a friend on LSD for a poetry reading. The walls began to breathe and pulse and move inward and outward until me and my friend began to giggle constantly and had to leave running out into the West Bank and around the Mississippi River running into the night laughing and I can't remember what else happened! It was fun. The West Bank Cafe was the beginning of that journey into a short night's trip! Fantastic.


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I was livin' in Minneapolis at the time of this video (or maybe I was still in NYC but returned that same year).

It is insulting that these H-wood actors teleporting me have lambasted and literally tortured me for years because I kept to the Minneapolis non-sell-out stance and held true to the convictions of being true to your honesty to justice and keeping your word to your authentic fight for all that you hold dear when it comes from the heart. That unfortunately can also apply to the opposite convictions that are opponents to your freedom but....


when these H-wood abusers are riding on the wave of this movement out of Mpls, but tortured me for holding true in the face of murder that they were and still are inflicting upon me, and they are being held up as some symbols of this strength while they are the weakest most sell-out parasitic prostitutes possible in the face of real convictions and a stand against injustice and inequality and all that hate, which they uphold for profit whenever possible.


It is a degrading thought that they are now riding on this wave of protest but nearly have killed me and are continuing to murder me slowly because I am of that same fiber that these Minneapolis protestors relied on to prove a type of real fight against racism that these prostituted whores never could or ever would even BEGIN to understand or care about.

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Most of the nights at the West Bank Cafe were of hippies playing guitar and poetry readings and people hanging out and discussing ideas and thoughts and poetry and art concepts and etc etc. and gossip of course the usual! This video above was something I may not have stayed for the completion of but it is a place I recall with friendly warmth. Dylan reminds me of this warm, Minnesota genuine concern about Life and it's properties that reach the heart and soul. (of course, not for "all" the people but in some circles that I may have touched in my few years living there). The West Bank, where I lived one summer, was a uniquely creative place for artistic pursuits and alternative living. Lots of gay people living there, lots of musicians and artists and actors and creative types.

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On second thought, after viewing this video, I had searched for Minneapolis cafes and this came up, but the video has no information on which West Bank of the USA this cafe sits. When one of the artists mentioned paying for an audience member's Long Island Ice Tea, I remember that NO ALCOHOL was served at the Minneapolis West Bank Cafe. Let me search for another video that may be actually in Minneapolis in that area---because the above video in no way represented what I remembered of the atmosphere and the types of musicians and artists that were presented. Like this one with some rustic jazzy boogie stuff, more like the West Bank style (you can see in very old Prince videos he wore feather hats, very much the "in" style of the alternative culture of Mpls during that time in the 80's--


This video was only made a few years ago. The times they ain't a'changin' any in ole Minneapolis in some respect on the West Bank. You see, dearie dread readers, I have to spend most of a day to get the awful sickening drugs out of my system so that by nightfall, my usual happy and complacent self emerges from the sickening and death fog from having been sliced, cut into, subliminal hate messages poured into my sleep all night long by hissing hate terrorists operating for your huge smiling parasitic prostituted hate actors and their politico friends--ordering the wanna-be rich minions to inflict all kinds of sinister bad energy into my otherwise very happy natural state of being.

It always takes a full day to get some of these poisons out of my system, although they linger. But luckily, I watched a Bob Dylan video and immediately this same sense of warmth, that instilled sense of calm, depth, meaning that I also experienced (not ALWAYS WITH MANY PEOPLE) BUT WITH  a few kind souls, the impression upon your heart is like warming up to a fire on a welcoming hearth in the home of your soul's journey through the long, cold rainy deluge.

But you can also boogie there to that old blues route from St. Louis to Minneapolis, up the old Mississippi River route----




Gimme Gimme Shelter (from the Storm)




"MAY YOU ALWAYS REMAIN RIGHTEOUS, MAY YOU ALWAYS REMAIN TRUE. MAY YOU ALWAYS REMAIN FOREVER YOUNG" (lyrics to song heard after I wrote the above about being true to your heart, to your convictions, to your soul. I have of course heard this song before perhaps I drew it from my collective unconscious library after having heard it many years ago.


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Even back in the day of '81 I was one year away from moving from Milwaukee to the great citadel of Minneapolis. The bars and clubs featured in this featurette were closed by the time I got there, many of them. Now it's a completely different scene, or even before the riots in May, 2020. It was a different weird and wild and cozy and cool bar and club scene every block. All completely unique and original in most respects. There were no McBars or McDiscos at that time in downtown Mpls.


At 2 minutes into the video above, there is the 7th Street Entry, which turned into the 7th Street Entry that people don't know much about because it became connected to First Avenue (Prince's throne).

SO IF YOU ASSUME THAT MINNEAPOLIS WAS A BORING TOWN BEFORE IT BECAME A RED NECK TOWN, WELL IT USED TO BE VERY HIP AND COOLEST PLACE ON EARTH (subfreezing at -40 F sometimes and one time -80 F with wind chill for just one day, a very cold day at that!!)

But yeah, it was as swank as all those big city folk on either coast, but with lots of good parking spots! It was a groovy town, I wonder if it is still as wonderful. It seems that it isn't as radical or hip or alternative as it used to be, from videos I have seen of how First Avenue has turned into a Hard Rock Cafe tourist attraction and the area has closed down all the drag queen clubs that used to proliferate and the sleazy but wild strip has been tamed into an upper middle class spectacle featuring the very nice and pleasant First Avenue attraction that plays very nice and calming sort of broken down elevator musick. I mean...compare what is the current atmosphere with the video above, where you could hide your infidelities, your secret desires, your alternative personalities behind a dark-lighted Hennepin Avenue weekend crush party zooming from one club to the next within walking distance but freezing in your sheer tights getting around in your heels.

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And why you wanna treat me so bad?



DEDICATED TO THE SOUL MUSICIANS OF MINNEAPOLIS--AND THE SOUL DENIZENS WHO CREATED A DEN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS




THE ORIGINS OF THE MINNEAPOLIS SOUND



LET THE DOVES (OF PEACE AND LOVE) FLY



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Heavily drugged in deep sleep mode, then raped by a big "strong" man with muscles, bound in macho rape culture bravado and all the exploit mentality, the poisons that I am continuously fighting to get out of my body, which his "friends" had injected pumped and poured into my food, my bladder, injected etc and he has made me feel absolutely exhausted and sick because once more, this group is having a man determined to get his free deals and awards and prizes by abusing and torturing mutilating and raping me,--and again, as this whorewood group knows because I have written of it for over 16 years--the rape while I am in deep sleep mode, or in any mode asleep or awake (now only while in deep sleep mode) pounds poison deeply into my body---yes, they all know, and they keep bringing some "gonna get the deal" the go-getter to rape me pounding poison into my body while I can't brace for it, threatening me and so ill from detox already the early part of the day before sleep, I could not fight back with screaming rage rushing and physically fighting to get them off me in any way I can, but usually they pin me down in deep sleep use brain-afflicting technology to force extreme sexual fake desire and then pound the poison in, hitting me all the while and I have no idea where I am, what is going on my entire body is suffused with drugs and poisons and mind control blasting into my brain to alter brainwaves into any state--hate, anger or fake lust which I try to stave off but he is hitting me punching me and abusing me endlesly--every day my life force energy is drained almost completely by this group, and Hardy in particular as he is determined and this group is urging him to get this deal by forcing himself on me with torture hate abuse death threats and rape--as they sit back smug and smirking as usual. I am (or was, I am writing this latler) very very sick all day--could not move, not do anything as usual all I plan every day is stopped by their endless attacks on my computer so i can't check on aqnything I need to do it requires hours while they yell abuse and threats at me---&...courtesy of mechanical arms operated by terrorists on one side of the wall inserting them through the flimsy particle board barrier between my room and next, disguised as being the interiors of wall-to-floor cabinets--huge protruding structures through which the mechanical arms can be inserted--just one portal the room is covered from floor to ceiling with holes and tiles, panels that are opened from the other side (I have heard the "click" of one of the panels being shut while I was in a lighter sleep state, and they had inserted a cockroach in the corner of the upper ceiling where the panel was opened. I then covered that wall with colored paper which they then splattered brown stains on so I had to put all kinds of cheap wall stickers to conceal the brown spots on the formerly beautiful pastel colored panels which should have appeared something like a color mosaic of sorts---) anyway---drugged excessively while in deep sleep, and then viciously raped. I was in a healing sleep state and could not fight any longer, as physical violence is a daily event with me fighting furiously to get more hateful users abusers off me, as they cling on as long as they can (50 years, 60 years, every moment of every day, week after week, day after day on and on non-stop rotation of people who had drugged me into a seminal near-semi-conscious waking state to be "Friended" with hostile enemies. They lurch at me now glaring with demand to be abused and accept the societal conditions they helped to formulate by destroying each and every single thing I have done to secure my life stability in any way possible they have all used the rigged system which is embedded with their agents to destroy all that I do. The "blame the victim" advocates for the perpetrator group are having a field day stating that I am weak and just blanketing up the inimical failure that I have personally allowed to happen, rather than this is a fixed system of non-stop sabotage which is protected from all scrutiny and transparency or reporting on all levels of society, pulling all levers.

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