The Rhythm is by Sean Twohig

Hella cool beatnik poem by Sean Twohig . Read by me ,Jedidiah, while driving a van around Berlin with my girlfriend. There is the soundscape of Berlin Jazz radio raindrops and hipsters. The podcast starts with me reading the poem for a second time in an attempt to sound more casual European. The second half of the pod is my first reading, sounding very American and with full bombast. I like the poem and the soundscape of this podcast. A true poetic field recording. Check out Sean’s 40 albums https://youtube.com/shorts/WC9WiW29Vt4?si=u63-G-6ru5wnqAxIThe rhythm is,You burn petrol gasoline for 2 daysAnd soak in sacred waters stolen from the natives for three...The rhythm is,I comb out my hair and toss clumps off the deck,So that rats can take it to their nests and I become one with them.The rhythm is,Five shooting stars and five secrets that shant be spoken of.The rhythm is,Dreams all night,Including when I get home and dream deep of rising through the darkness.To a child, the rhythm is,It makes sense to drive 10 miles for5 pieces of candy, which turns out to be 20Teach 'em to poison themselves youngIn America, the rhythm is,The tipping point of world collapse,But there's still time for a surf contest.The rhythm of cool,Is faster than talk,Because cool means you want to listen to someone before they've even finished their first sentence.The rhythm of sunshine on a rainy day.The rhythm of calcium absorption, and mountain decay, found in life on other planets.The rhythm of things that disappear Like waves breaking that no one catchesThe rhythm of a phone that dies at 20%Tipping point3 foot dead fish in front of the shoe storeGulf stream free energy solutionsArt becomes illegal when it's capable of rocking the boatLike that guy in the 70's who invented a car that runs on waterSounds crazyBut nowadays anyone could do that, they're just afraid toDodging tazers in my nighttime thoughts before sleepMissed my chance to be a teacherWho would listen to a whole universe that's alive?Natural building got chucked off the listNo one could believe in homeless solutions that cost less than $600 per personWaves get a lot biggerMaybe big enough to knock you out of your comfort zoneBut it will be too late to course correct by thenYou know God loves you when your experience shapes itself around your consciousness But this is also terrifying in a recursive sort of wayFear mongering must be fun or it wouldn't be so popular The one percent of the one percent are the people who know what they're doingThis one's for you, light-whipperCracked a conch shell as she smooshed it into a clay third-eyeMaking things natural is hardUnless you don't try very much22 throes before I'm impressed Forgot about my smile until it lit someone else upThe rhythm of a name I had to try and try to remember.Thinking all about the person,Eventually it came to meAnd a while later I fell asleep After a few more things I couldn't think ofSo many babies being born to break freeBusting loose from the business gameCostly references to the last resort ski lodgeChina mountain electric stateMexican whore house climaxWest cliff rainbow hair4:44 is the rhythmBlasting roller boats and viral opposition Vote for the proposition to end voter fraudSturdy umbrella for an inner tube sail boat situation It would only work in one direction Like, this is really happening And your belief in it, drives it's rhythm Dream state irony gets funny and hardSun rises out of the highest mountainPeaking it's rays across the range of lightSon says to mother"You're a unique one,"Radical Connector also took a while to recallKick the can,But don'tI can't Land in the 25%That remain after the cataclysm Like they thought the bubonic plague would never happen againCircuit theory goes around and aroundOpen a lock with that can cut down the middleGet sued by the companyI was never afraid… poem continues