Interview 1333 – Benny Wills Creates Conscious Poetry
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Benny Wills (aka one of the collaborators behind the JoyCamp “conscious comedy” group) joins us today to discuss the next step in his evolution as a creative human being: poetry! We talk about his new video/poem “Bill Lost His Memory” and what it means for the future of Benny and JoyCamp.
SHOW NOTES:
Interview 1009 – Benny Wills Introduces the Joy Camp
Benny Wills From JoyCamp, An Introduction
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From age 4 to oh, 65, Seuss, and “quality doggerel” in general, has been a reason to stay alive. Wills reminds me also of Heine, another favorite. I memorized his poetry as a young man.
What REALLY makes Benny Wills special is his reading/performing ability – so rare. Ah, Shakespeare training. Well done!
One quibble: Kindness in the human heart is the hope for all mankind, YES! but there are times and places when smiling and saying hi to all passers-by will get you robbed and raped. I note the prayer flags. Old Tibetan saying: “see all beings as Buddha and watch your wallet.” Glad Bill lost his memory, but some things are worth teaching him again, still:
Bravo!
For what it’s worth, that was a very well done video, both the content and presentation are great. I think it really has that potential to summon a cogent, independent thought and hopefully it will go viral.
I have the same thoughts.
It moved me. I welled up. A high aesthetic wavelength of communication.
Not easy to get this much out of a camera, an editor and oneself…good description, HRS.
May his debt dissolve faster than the dollar itself!
There once were two towers named “Twin”
Some three-thousand people within
Who receiving no warning
Were working that morning
It’s the worst place that they could’ve been
And the passengers at 7:59
Thought that everything was perfectly fine
At 8:47
They all went to Heaven
No problem, they all have a shrine.
But the witnesses who had derided
The official conspiracy, confided
They wouldn’t give up
On this cover up
And then they were all suicided.
But the building they call number 7
Is a conspiracy theorist’s true heaven
“The fire might spread”
So “Pull it” he said
Thus Larry unveiled 9/11.
Benny Wills is a true inspiration
And offers a certain elation
knowing he’s worked the hardest
at being an artist
and that conscience can be a vocation.
My friend, it’s as plain as can be,
Your brain is as big as a pea.
Your conspiracies suck!
A duck is no duck!
says the Bot to the bot that is me.
O charming Ben Wills is the Rhyme’s Friend
but we’ll pop out a Verse at The Times End!
to show his True Worth
we’ll depopulate Earth
How will Ben rhyme when he rhymes then?
For Corbett, the Worst of All Lots
We’ll dull all his sharpie Pot Shots.
The Truth out at last:
He’s a Robot Podcast
for Doggerel Verse-Loving Sots.
I’ll leave you with this little line:
those Towers, they came down just fine.
Like Jachin and Boaz
we blew them up so as
to cause the Collapse of Your Spine!
– Aleister C. “Rocky” Bush-Clinton
[Edit: I assume the email address is meant as a joke, but still, no email addresses please! – JC]
Gotcha.
I’ll have to recruit for the Lodge some other way I guess…
An active and passive crime at a place of slaughter…
Jachin and Boaz: reduced to pieces, melted back down and
reMade in China, The new Wall Street…
now back to the rat race…
manbearpig and john.o
You guys are fun!
I agree… Keep it up guys… 🙂
Old Tom don’t despair
Its sand in the air
No tear in the eye
For the guy was so rye
Well not up ,old Tom
he sings for his sup
Tis his regular ware
Me thinks if you try
You too would be fair
Old Tom he be Rye
Ryer be None
He be Rye, he be Port
He be Whiskey Bourbon
He be Drink, he be Food
Aye, the Fattest Portion
beeth Tom’s as Tom sitteth
upon his Fat Bum
O Tom sing thy Songs!
So Drunk and so so Puerile!
Keep drinking our Rye
It renders you sterile.
The Future is Bright!
It’s Warless and Bombless
It’s Hopeful and Peaceful
and Songless and Tomless.
I am not a poet
and I really know it.
But again
with a grin
I toast to the writers!
Merry and a mercy Christmas to Tex! and all the Corbeteers!
We must celebrate ! Net Neutrality is here!
“Net Neutrality?”
parle pas d’anglais
ça veut dire, “liberté, égalité et fraternité éternelle”
non?
Doggerelist Manifesto
On This Sixteenth of December
In Year Two-Oh-One-Five-plus-Two
This Day which, pray Ye, long remember
As The Day We gathered Who
Dare now break Our Chains, Us saving!
Spurn at last Confusion’s Throes!
Nevermore! O Ye Enslaving!
Shall We again submit to Prose!
Begone Ye Brutal Pararaphers!
All Ye Dour Prosaic Smarties!
Y’are not fit to be OUR Staffers
WE, PROUD RHYMERS OF THE DOGGEREL PARTY!
Our Laws, like lines, must oft have Exclamation!!!
And beggar Grammar’s certain Certitude
“If It Don’t Rhyme, We Got No Time!â€- Our Nation
“if It Don’t Scan, You CAN Just Can It, Dude!â€
We got No Use for Armies and Their Taxes
You Droning-So-Sermonic Prose-Bloodsuckers
Except to rhyme, You Smarmy Battle Axes!!
You Boring Evil WORDY Motherf—-s
We got No Use for Schools and other Figments
We got No Use for Them what ain’t got Soul
We look not at Your Gender, Faith or Pigment
but fail to Rhyme, You’re History’s Toilet Bowl
Your Forms for What to Pay and When to Pay It
Conform Not to The Dogg’rel Format Rule
There MUST be Rhyme in there, but you don’t say it
We throw it in the Trash, You bleeding Fool!
No Prose! No Unrhymed Verses! Tepid brethren
No Simpletonic, Paragraphic Crucifixions!
In Thy Rhyme Choice, from Today be Sovereign!
Make Law below! Rhyme Thou Thy Convictions!
Scan as Thou wilt, but let Thy Dogg’rel jam Thee!
Stay True to Cheesy Rhyme and Thou shalt see
Heaven x 7, but fail to Rhyme, We damn Thee
To Prose or Worse! – New Yorker Poetry
December 16th!? Damn it’s my brother’s birthday!
Oh my GOD!!!!!! This is AI attempting the Scriptures !!! Amid the echos of Eternity you can sense the Uncanny Valley of Achor!
8-((
These are frightening times indeed!! IMHO
Joshua fit the Battle of Jericho
And the walls came tumblin, lad
But over in Ai
he weren’t so spry
He got his ass whipped bad
He lookin for why
Oh me oh my!
Guess what he done found?
Achan been doin Robots
Down in Jericho town!
Well Joshua pissed
and he don’t miss
a beat to make things right
He do the killin
of Achan’s chillun
and Achan too that night
Some say Joshua
he broke the law
when he done killed all them kids
but the Holy Text
say, “No Robot s_x!â€
and he done did what he did
And they call that Achor Valley
and the whole thing is so sad
till the prophet say
it ain’t that way
in the end you will be glad!
The Devil got
that Old Robot
but he get what he earn
Ain’t gonna be no Robots
when the Big What Am return!
Awesome! I love happy endings!
But you know, if you’re free on Monday mornings, I gotta a friend on the upper west side who could maybe hook you up pretty quick with an exorcist? Slip you in between a couple a low profile marriage ceremonies?
Actually, you know what would be cool?
Something about Italian and German pastries.
In fact I’d settle for Italian food in general. and German pastries. or…you could throw in a few French cheeses if you like, and what’s cheese without a bon cru or two! Might stand out nicely in Iambic pentameter.
but best stay away from that uncanny stuff though…
Ah Hell!
Follow your inspiration!
What’s sad is not that we have sought God’s pardon
for daring think your poisoning us a sin
what’s sad is that we must enjoy God’s Garden
while, poisoned, you must beg to let you in
CAT STEVENS?
some weird cat
Maybe the garden’s not what you’ve been told? Maybe there’re others you can’t enter that we know…? Maybe others only for the bold…and the we and you are chimeras…
Chimerae?…? 😎
Too inebriated to say! 🙂
Joyeux noel! 🙂
BE HAPPY! 🙂
Latest poem here 🙂 https://youtu.be/aWpv-YM1rkQ
Loved it!
You’re clever,
however
please be aware,
you’re thinking
is sinking
(we don’t mean to scare)
but sinking to places
and dwelling in spaces
unhealthy, and Benny,
remember, we care.
So, Benny, dear Benny
we can’t let you go there!
Now, just turn around, Benny, go back inside
at the end of the hall, the door’s open wide;
under the lights there’s a long row of beds.
Benny, find yours and we’ll bring you your meds.
It’s not your fault, Benny. You have many talents!
but your thoughts show signs of chemical imbalance.
Maybe it’s genetics, maybe it’s infection.
No worries! You’ll get a careful inspection.
The doctor will know just the right injection!
Benny, you need help and drugs are bad,
so put that out joint out. There’s a lad.
And drink this; this treat is what you get!
Big Nurse has mixed a special potion.
Now you can go play games on the Internet!
and give up all those silly notions
and all those scary things you’re seeing
like how to be a human being.