Nightclubbing we're Nightclubbing...on the beach

©BurgsEye 2006
Splore 06, February 17th-19th Tapapakanga Beach Park, Auckland, Aotearoa/NZ

As the evening descended, the tents already pitched, the night owls turned out in the thousands for a weekend of low key bashment on the beach.
Friends, families, fairies and flyboys mixed it up in a 48 hour romp through bacchanalian beats, deep grooves and mirthful melodies. Yeah right, now lets get this party started!

Dig the Gypsy Moon

STOP PRESS:

On the edge of our nervous system, a new planet has been discovered; Planet DIG!
Transmissions conveying messages of creativity and freedom in binary black and white form have been received! Deep Innerspace vessel,DIG 1 blasted off from Planet Earth a year ago and is expected to reach the new planet in 2-3 months.

Transmit and you shall receive!

Have a drink on us!

DIGzine 2 coming soon (no really!)

futures past

©BurgsEye2005

the flux of tides
the fullness
of the earth
the exchange of breath
forever
changes
what was
becomes
future perspectives
on this road
back
from whence you came

Crazy-audio-mashup-phenomonen-Ya'DIG

DIGaudio is proud to present DIGaudio. Keen to explore new areas DIG is constantly experimenting with new media, new sound, new vision and new and untested chemical inducements in order to make (non)sense of the world and re-present it with faith for you. Be transported now to the DIGaudio homepage for new and unearthly audio delights.
Transmit and you shall receive

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Only bad poetry can save us now!

A life lived alive is the one worth living,
be it exceptional or mediocre,
It is all in the giving.

To friend or to foe or to no-one at all.
Just put it all out there,
and don't fear the fall.

Say whats worth saying and not what is not.
Listen and learn,
from the truths you forgot.

Though alone we all lie in the dark of the night,
We all do have friends
to share in the light.

So let life shine in warming the soul.
Shine right on back
and we'll bask in it all.


The Reverend makes no excuses for his bad spontaneous poetry that is no worse, nor better than any other poetry expresed with sincerity and some dgree of clarity.
Only ba assured that I mean what I say and endeavour to practice what I preach.

Transmit and you shall receive...

ribbons

©BurgsEye 2006

The push of Papa and Rangi's sons

drove the wedge of others lives
between the love locked
heaven torn from earth
leaves a fraying ribbon
of delusive space
to cut trees, fly jets
fill the oceans
a vast place
between body and soul
canvas' to colour
with no thing but doodles
justification for existence
contemplating nothing
ever building
travelators to the sky
through the atmosphere
past the stars
through black holes
from one emptiness to another.

this place

©BurgsEye 2006

there is no thing in this life any less complex or complicated,
intricate or implicated
than any other thing
where there is form there is function
breath in breath out
everywhere reminders of our place in the continuum
the simplest things we can not create only replicate
applying emotion, symbology, importance and order
cannot elevate
or relegate
one thing
or other
to any thing less than it's place
on the infinite tablet drawn
by forces all seeing and more powerful
than the will of man
in his scant place
in time.

DIGupdate

Notification of new links:

DIG has added some new links (scroll down left of page) to the site in the interest of freedom of information and informed discussion of important issues facing our time.

Check out the interesting case of Prof. Steve Kurtz (Critical Art Ensemble), accused of bio-terrorism by the F.B.I. Then check out the F.B.I website along with the C.I.A (see Criminally Insane Americans post).
new additions include links to the British and New Zealand Secret Services and Mossad . View the often quoted, rarely read site for Al Jazeera, the muslim news agency to see what they are all about and to hear another side to the now over-familiar story of the 'War on Terrorism' and the muslim 'threat'.

DIG encourages all to seek out the truth wherever possible and to remember that there is always at least 2 sides to every story including yours!

Transmit and you shall receive.

The Reverend

The Revenge of DIGradio

STOP PRESS

DIGradio is to return for a one-off broadcast at the SPLORE Future Music and Art Festival ( www.splore.net ) Tapapakanga Park, Aotearoa/New Zealand 17-190206.
The Reverend Y El Presidente will be transmitting their own unique audiosonic travelogues in the Wharenui zone.

Transmit and you shall receive
DIG

Haiku

©BurgsEye 2005

Beyond the treetops
hope lies blind on the snow bright
cloudtops touching sky.

The Eternal Spot of a Mindless Son

©BurgsEye 2005

The Pop is Dead!

The Pop is Dead! - Original collage by The Reverend 2005

(With gratitude to Andrew Hall for the ephemera)

The Pop is Dead - Long live the Reverend!

Transmit and you shall receive

DIG

Criminally Insane Americans

C.I.A Headquarters, Langley Virginia - Aerial Photo c/o D.I.G Surveillance Satellite

Last night I was reminded of the lengths Governments go to, in order to protect the 'freedom'of the 'people'.
A T.V report was broadcast on a 'new' type of intelligence gathering being seized upon by the C.I.A, foremost shadowy organisation for the protection of capitalism in the world. This new development, called 'open source' intelligence goes against the ingrained belief of most intelligence agencies that the only valuable information must be stolen.
'Open source intelligence' is information that is is freely available in the global public domain. This means all TV, radio, internet (Sites, blogs and emails), posters, t-shirts and even bumper stickers!? All of these can be mined for potentially useful information for the combatting of potential threats, as identified by the C.I.A. They are curently scanning 500 TV stations out of a potential 20,000 at any one time. The internet is being scoured for subversion of any sort. Website and specifically images can be useful for the identification of protagonists, locations or political persuasions. Other searches are based on 'key' words in a multiplicity of languages. Words such as jihad, bomb, sabotage, flight plans, assasination, cell, arab, infidel, Afghanistan, Iraq, plot, cocaine, smuggle, terrorist, freedom-fighter, guns and communist, seem likely targets on the C.I.A search engine. But what others could incriminte or arouse interest from the Men In Black? Considering the C.I.A's past list of potential threats such as, drug-users, jazz musicians, homosexuals, communist party members, liberal activists and anyone with olive skin or has been to Cuba, who is safe from this advanced technological snooping. Even your friendly neighbourhood DIGlog could be under surveillance as we speak!
Here are a few alternative acronyms for our friends at the C.I.A and thanks for watching!

Criminally Insane Americans

Conspiracy Initiation Agency

Cocaine Import Airlines

Corrupt Insidious Animals

Cuban Invasion Army

Capitalist Infiltration Agency

Curiously Innocent Assassins

If you would like to add to this list please feel free to do so and remember P.C's have ears! Alternatively click on C.I.A on the links list and drop them a line before they drop you one!

In DIG we trust

The Reverend

STOP PRESS

Having published this post, the Reverend received a suspicious and threatening communique from an unknown source claiming to be the Leader of the First World. The Reverend responded on behalf of all free-thinking DIGpeople everywhere. The exchange is reproduced below....

Reverend

I'm Aware of all your movements now pal. You won't be getting out your door without a visit from one of our agents of mercilessness. You my friend are a marked geezer. We at Central will be appropriating your ideas at will and utilising them for our propaganda program for innocents. You will be held down as an example of the dangers of free thinking. Kids do not dally with these kinds of ideas of emancipation at home. Freedom there ain't no f*cken freedom. If it's good enough for us then you should be only too willing to obey and lend us your support in upholding the rights of society IE: do not question the road map we lay out for you. The institutions of debt need you. You're holding the economy back and putting the future of your children in the hands of criminals and perverts. You are either with us or against us.You have the put the future of the first world in jeopardy by even so much as contemplate thinking outside of this tidy square we have drawn for you and all the other drones. We have agents watching the agents watching you. You and your thoughts are so far left of socialism that you are a peril unto yourself, jazz musicians, homosexuals and the downtrodden guerillas across this soon to be right globe. You are even beginning to look less like us. Don't think you can hide behind your body hair. We have camera plants mixing among your derma-bacteria. Through special monitoring devices we can now record the thoughts of your chest plumage as it waves in the breeze. Yes my Amigo if you do not fall back into line very soon you are going toneed more than the salvation of art. Because if you think you are tortured now let me just remind you of the kinds instruments of punishment we have in our free world protection arsenal. The kinds of equipment we have booked you up for are operated by highly skilled manipulators, who not so much as extract truth as administer it. Our truth can be painful to accept and bitter to swallow but it is the only true truth, the rest is in your head. And what a dark confused place that is compared to the light of our consumer consciousness out here in the great white hope for the planet.

Leader of the First World
(The President?)sic Reverend

Bleeder of the First World,

Declaration:
We the free people of the 4th world, which is the new world, to which you will never belong, are resistant to your empty threats of mental violence and fiscal oppression. We have reactive agents everywhere roaming unfettered through the world of the open-mind and the imagination. We know what goes on at your George Bush Centre for Intelligence (I kid you not, check the website!!!), and the administration of the truth requires a blank page upon which to be imprinted. There are no blank pages in the rich book which is the creative spirit, only visions of emancipation from every constraint you could think-up or that you do not have the capacity to imagine.
That you are watching us, we have no doubt. We welcome your techno-nazi voyeurism, watch and learn as we design a rainbow future. A future where every colour is celebrated and the grey legions to which you belong are vapourised, till only a shadow of the shadow of the memory remains to remind the free that once we were oppressed.
Oppress us if you dare agents of mediocrity, anal probes for the Emperors of Rhetoric. The greater the oppression, the keener our resolve, the more determined our degeneracy, the more creative and decisive our liberation.
It is we who know the truth; That order is anarchy and true anarchy is order. Forget your autocratically democratic beurocracy, it is sufficiently deficient to ensure your own downfall. Every vote, every purchase, every act of complicity, feeds you the rope with which you will be hung by your own hangman, as every emperor ever has been!
Where you have paranoia, we have trust, where you have issues we have solutions, where you have money, we have faith.
Do not attempt to control that which you do not understand, for it is you that will end up burnt in the fire of justice, not us.

In DIG we trust!
The Reverend - Free, Freaky, Hairy and Proud

Echoes of the mind

The content of conversation is not directly proportional to the amount of words spoken.
Tell that to the man who loves the sound of his own voice or the one who redirects social intercourse back to himself despite the fact the once back there he really has no thing to say.
It is often the way of men in groups to out do the each others stories. As tiresome at it can be one upmanship is an art that actually requires the telling of a story. At best from an invisible observation post beyond the tunnel vision of the particants, such exchanges are as entertaining for the body language, the rearing and locking of horns, the unbridled urges to push further up the mountain no matter how far from the truth we've climbed, as they are for the hyperbole they unleash.
I've never been good at holding my own in the midst of practised men, better a listener. Sure when the right questions are asked, passions inflamed or the mood suits then this vaguely-familiar-personality within, emerges to mine some hazy memory, at least one soliquoy, careful never to hold the floor too long or spread himself thin lest his presence diminish into the spluttering, non linear communique that normally blurts from this beast framed as man.
I increasingly find myself in the position of having people talk at me. This I am equipped to withstand. The flip is that when it comes time for me to entertain, to play the charming host or the pivotal axis in the meeting of minds I find fewer and fewer valid or interesting points of departure on which to launch. Scratching around on the parched cracked desert basin of mind -in my haste for something nourishing I dig past my thoughts- deeper to some bottomless neverland, it's like climbing through a black hole, staring out at a starless infinite pitch, aware only of the possiblities yet never so much as managing to catch on to the rare burning meteor that sidles past within arms length.
The buddha said something about reaching enlightenment and finding nothing there. This might be more relevant to men than the promise of some great future where angels mix with bearded harp players dancing on the sunrays that break above the clouds. Most, I guess, will never know until it's too late despite the fact that their daily lives are filled with such emptiness.
The all consuming urgency to fill the gaps between the lines and crowd the spaces overides the option of confronting the wide open terrain. Cos if you ever make it out there, there is no guarantee you'll ever make it back.

insideout

"While the west has been exploring outer space
We have been exploring inner space."
-The Dalai Lama paraphrased.

FREE TIBET
By Order
El Presidente

accel a rant

robot big bands, computerised service staff, andriods perform shakespeare, a new and excitingly different mechanised and automated future society awaits us all, streamlined and expediated, microbes via their human hosts take over the world and there's nothing the cia or g8 can do about it
and as the virus spreads sport still brings the good drones together while false gods of corporate greed busy themselves behind closed boardroom doors scheming imaginative ways of fleecing the loyal and attracting new consumers under the pretext of satisfying good drone shareholders hungry for more who raise their expectations against the rising tide of debt that is evidently held at bay by the insurmountable sea wall of little plastic swipe cards
the future is now
meanwhile in deep space the lonely brainnauts freedrift looking back at Mothership Gaia wondering how long we can hold on to this self created speeding machine accelerating towards a pre dark age oblivion, probing the dark side of other planets so we can ship the false gods to safety before the drones realise that the whole shithouse is about to go up
and if the microbes discover a portal through a black hole, then what? infestations of other galaxies?
the future is now where there is no past we must look forward gear up prepare for the worst expect everything produce more on time everytime no matter what the cost remember there is not enough time our troops need you afterall they champion world peace, your security, your future happiness against the peril of anyone who does hold the same false gods to be truth
bah humbug.

Xmas Cheer

Above the trees there is only birdcall.
The pohutukawa are more crimson than Coca Cola's Santa Claus will ever be, mainly cos he ain't real, though you'd be hard pressed to convince the mall rats in the valleys of that right now.
Xmas splurges are taxing the punters and driving them to random acts of road rage and store front stampede. Boy do they know it's Xmas, or what? Collective amnesia consumes the consumers, they did this last year, right? It's easy for me to say -childless in the treetops- but I'm all for delaying Xmas shopping until the 26th when the stores reopen and the sales begin. Better still I like to ignore it all together except for the grub of course, I would miss rolling around like an overstuffed snake in front of the lamest TV the nation will have seen since last December.
Nah, a towel on the beach is the place to be. Lapping briny (no tsunami thanks God), rustling pohutukawas (just for effect), hot iron sand, turning red as a beet and therefore doing my bit for the spirit of Xmas.
Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of Corazon me hearties!

AstroNUT or Brainaut?

DIG Brainaut 0.3 by the Hamilton Taight Process

Whether OUT there in Outer Space or IN there in Inner Space no-one can hear you scream...

A voyager who has traversed both the inner and outer realms and returned to tell the tale is Hamilton Taight. Utilising the Hamilton Taight Process he has charted the antipodes of the psyche. Further exploration led to the unlocking of the so-called 'Flashback' synapses to fully open the channels neccessary for hyperreal super-dimensional travel. Here began Hamiltons greatest voyage through the canyons of your mind to the centre of the Innerverse around which the Outerverse revolves, generating the collective hallucination known in scientific terms as reality. This voyage to find the make-up and location of the DIG receptor/transmitter cell, was almost to cost him his sanity.

A freak accident at Labartoire Extra Para-Perceptual, sent our plucky Brainaut spinning off into the super-conscious, past Freudian black holes, Jungian wormholes and the galaxy of uncertainties. As luck (666 Billion to One) would have it, Hamilton managed to hitch a lift on Learys Comet, passing through the McKenna Nebula on it's

3 Millisecond journey around Big-Bang Central towards the cerebral cortex.

Since his return Hamilton has paved the way for thousands of Inner World colonists keen to experience supersensory overload and philosophical endarkenment.

DIG is proud to have such a notable Sci-Fientist collaborating on it's own humble research into the secrets at the core of our existence and the very nature of 'THANG'. You DIG!

Feliz Navidad

©BurgsEye 2005