‘Orange Sunshine’
Carol & Mike Randall
https://people.com/human-interest/michael-carol-randall-lsd-orange-sunshine-documentary
Tim Scully
Nick Sand
“The Sunshine Makers”, Trailer
Tales from the Tourbus season 2, excerpt…
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‘Glamor‘
A film by Gene Bernofsky
“Bernofsky is the only filmmaker I recommend for the blind.”
~R. Buckminster Fuller
“The audience was stunned”
~Gene Bernofski
~1968
The film is shot in both San Francisco & Cloverdale, CA
~1973
Gene writes the narration & finishes the edit in Boulder, CO.
~1974
‘Glamor’ premieres at the San Francisco Cinematheque.
Much to the surprise of Gene, the film plays to a packed house.
Gene notes that several of the chemists & lab workers attend.
The San Francisco Chronicle runs a story about the film
before the show, using the Bucky Fuller quote above.
~2023
Gene posts the film to the World Wide Film Expedition on
Vimeo and states that he believes that it was Bucky’s quote
that packed the house!
ADDITIONAL MATERIAL:
~Personal papers of Eugene Bernofsky
Fifty-six years (1964-2020) of Gene Bernofsky’s films, videos & papers are archived at the University of Kansas Spencer Research Library in Lawrence, Kansas.
Gene’s archive is open to the public and can be accessed at Personal Papers of Eugene Bernofsky.
Call number: PP406.
Email: ksrlref@ku.edu
Phone: 785-864-2024
Address:
University Archivist,
Spencer Research Library
University of Kansas
1450 Poplar Lane,
Lawrence, KS
66045-7616
Gene welcomes communications at his email:
wwfester@gmail.com
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On the: Reading, Understanding & Pseudotranslation of PLƒA
PART IV
PLƒA is a call to DO BETTER!
The title can & should also be understood
to say and/or mean, or be translated/read as;
“Four Little Letters Make Tribe”
Which is referring to the word “LOVE”
which is what stitches up the tribe-family-
community and keeps it all together.
Our little “Tribe” is also held together
with LOVE, but we have a second LOVE
that creates and binds our tribe-family
together. This second “LOVE” we have
is a four-letter word. But it’s just an art-
istic way to name our unnamed “something”
and so this second “LOVE” is also a 3.
But we know that “Three” is spelled with
five letters.
Seeing that Letters is always spelled with an L.
And All Spells is has two Ls
Or four, & four letters is L
and double Ls, well
Two Ls is just double
And we know by now
That its those Ls
That makes our L
DO BETTER!
At this point let us turn to the English title to
explore its proper reading/meaning;
“F! Is a Four Letter, A-Word”
“A-Word” references yet another alternate
name/word for our “something” A further
reference to “LOVE“, which as we now
understand is sometimes a 3-letter word.
Meaning that “something” is the “A-word.”.
The “A-Word” begins with an A
(obviously) & A is identical to L
that is until you right it.
So to state (once again) what
may, or may not be
obvious,
this
is
BETTER!
~The Management
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On the: Reading, Understanding & Pseudotranslation of PLƒA
PART III
PLƒA is NOT glyptoglossia!
It should be understood that when attempting a
pseudotranslation of the PLƒA scriptese (which I assure
you is NOT a type of glyptoglossia) both phrases &
words (near-always) have multiple translations &
interpretations with poly-layered meanings and
more often than not, attempts to relate more than
a single idea or message.
Now, let’s take a look at the title of one of the poem-
oids at d’Çłęfțïį VVækåńțęæ as an example…
“Fœr ´Lętêr ѵñbęrs Måçæ T’rįßę“
A suitable translation of which might be:
“Four Letter Numbers Make Three”
First, let us review a few simple facts;
~The number 5 has four letters
“FIVE“, when spelled as a word.
~The number 4 has four letters
“FOUR“, when spelled as a word.
~The number 3 has five letters
“THREE.”, when spelled as a word.
So with these facts** we can see that;
5=4
4=4
3=5
**Sure, but its always good to remember
that this is true only in an artistic &
numerology-bullshite-type way
What is being communicated (albeit in an
occult way) is that this poem-oid is about a
three letter “something“.
“THREE” as we have just reminded our-
selves is spelled using five letters & “LOVE“
which is another acceptable name for this
3-letter “something.” All of us can see that
“LOVE” is spelled using four letters.
Our 3-letter “something” then is also then a “5”
via the poem-oids internal logic,
as;
(5=4) as: The numeral 5 has
four letters when written as a word
(4=4) as: The numeral 4 has
four letters when written as a word
“LOVE” being another acceptable name for
our “something.” Making, “LOVE” a place-
holder (alternate name) for the unnamed
“something.” 4 letters are used to spell the
word “LOVE“
This “something” (which has a three letter
name in English) can also be spoken of then
by the 4-letter word “LOVE” so;
(4=3) as: The 4-letter word “LOVE“ is another
name for our 3-letter “something“
The number “3” spelled with “FIVE” letters, so;
“FIVE“, or “5″, then refers to our “something,”
because using the established logic within the
poem-oid we’ve detailed above;
The number “3” is spelled with five letters;
so:
3=5
So then, by the logic of the poem-oid;
if;
5=4,
4=4,
&
4=3 Then the numbers 3,4, & 5 are all equal to a
name that is commonly used for our unnamed
“something” being spoken of in this poem-oid.
“LOVE” begins with an “L“
The “something” referenced throughout this
particular poem-oid (at least when written or
spoken in English), also beings with an “L“
So to state (what at this point) may
or may not (but should be)
obvious,
this
is
BETTER!
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On the: Reading, Understanding & Pseudotranslation of PLƒA
PART II
PLƒA is “BaseL“ in flavor
PLƒA celebrates the d’vine wholyness of
the “L“. A scriptese derived from & existing
souly to recognize the important truth of
the “L” This truth then proselytizes the
good news of the heaven-sent “L” with a
form of self-anchoring feedback loop via
its users. More specifically, one’s artistic
expressions, relationships & the language
structures of the brain itself.
What can be said of this truth?
In a world without “L” we are doomed.
Not having even a chance of arriving
at the truth of our existence. Not having
a way to even say “lost“. And ONE can
neither find anything, nor progress
forward if ONE does not register that
ONE is LOST
Without “L“, the entirety of Creation
becomes dim and much more poor.
A Creation within which we find
it just that much harder to exist.
Those who manage to “survive” within
such an inferior sphere, having more
sadness, more anger, being quicker to
frustrations & more easy to annoy.
An increase in grayness, & fewer joys
than can be known and loved with its aide.
We fear this abomination.
A Creation devoid of sacred “L” breeds a
regressed humanity reduced to beast hood.
A humanity terrified & dis-eased by the
depraved sound of our own tongues.
With just a sliver of d’Lucky & a decent
amount of “L”s LOVE, we believe that;
CAN ALL BE SAVED?
From the impoverish mental state of such
an inferior existence, one can be saved by
the wise use of “L” which give access to its
wondrous, age-extending humors & properties
To be more specific the unmatched power as
an instrument of autorecreation. Accessed
exclusively through the intelligent use of “L“.
Loathsome, Lifeless & Lethal
(is a) Language Lacking LOVE
A serious scholar. A real serious guy, may in fact
stumble and/or struggle to read or grok PLƒA.
Whereas many weirdos, artists, creatives, a
few scientists & chemists, and at least a clown
& one journalist that I know,
ALL DO BETTER
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“Anything You Need, I Freely Give”
Asking for some thing, a thing
like space? I think this is
no longer something that I
can choose not to give. If it
ever was. So many things,
once, seemed to be very real
The one thing that I do know
I seriously doubt I knew now
Dancing together we go now
in a way that makes me new
seeing how both were simply
decisions that were made
Long ago. Right now though
Right before I wake. Knowing
I see that. Now. Clearly, I see you
It feels like power & a warm light.
But I was told not to stare at such
a thing. I thought this was wisdom.
I think now, the voice, is perhaps just
a fear, because this isn’t so unpleasant
and I don’t expect to…, I feel no threat
from you. It hasn’t caused the damaged
eyeses, I was told it ought to. I know
now. It’s quite beautiful actually, here
within it’s walls is a soft orange color
with a brightness. A RED glow. Yes,
it does burn. It does NOT burn us
It burns old wood thats been left
soaked in tar and gasoline. It sits
It melts iron back into gold rings
Using only sunshine & old grease
It consumes masks of old tribes
It makes armor from old child-
hoods and of worn fuzzy pajamas.
It warms small houses in Norway
During the night there. In those
deepest coldest winter months
Other wisdom as well. Illuminates.
The hunger & circling of wolves?
In the light they seem to only be…
to be just small dogs. The Yapping
A call for attention & to be fed
No thing is the same Thing as this
Everything I ever thought. Write
is wrong. But, I can not surrender
only because I have yet to pick up
my shield for the first time. A Sea
With clear eyes? No this is wrong
Not clearly. But nor either Darkly
Everything IS. The same? This IS?
I’ve never seen IT. Not me ever
Well, not from this vantage point
Not from this view. We are? Here
How did we stumble into this?
Is it magic? That sees this place?
A small clearing. Here. In the dark
Isn’t this the? Is this THE Woods?
We both swore never to go? Here.
Never! Ever? Never go here?
Here? Again somehow. Us WE?
Knowing it was safe. Well. Now
Safe to come here? Safe to sleep?
Yes, come in the light. Here now?
This open meadow? Was it NOT?
What was dangerous that was here?
Only before. Before? Before what
Here we both had been slain. & Now?
In the past it was. YES, but Not NOW
Then it was Gruesome. Then…then
Ripped apart by lovers who said?
They claimed they were lovers, Meaning
its other definition, as wolves. Yes?
But this IS,… is who we are now?
YES. Who is this we, IS? Is not I. Now
We are Is? Expect the expected I
I understand. It’s happening?
I am quite sure I HAVE seen this
All Before? Yes. I remember We
It is not I AM I. Only now, I is WE!
I am not sure who I not am I. No?
I see you. Standing in the light. We
here now. You are here. We are. WE
I feel no urge to run, No wolves
I hear not the church bell ringing
Recalling me to a safe retreating.
I want to be THIS moment. Here
Then I now know the next I. We
The next moment I am WE as I
Each moment as this our home
each instance universal. Expand
I can feel the walls falling away
I can feel the soldiers gone home
I can feel the children nameless. I
Named now. I know their name
I feel shops open in morning air
I smell their coffee & their bread
I hear the small children playing
Is the war over? Was there ever
a war that was? Was I looking in
the wrong direction to know? The
peace is deafening. This silence a
deaf-in-the-net roar. Everything IS.
Is backwards now, Si? No. Not here
but, perhaps it was. Then before?
I look to you to get my bearings,
All questions second to answers
I can see you looking to me.
I do not feel the need to pray
For what anyway? This story Is
All ready? No, no lines to learn
There is not a wardrobe to wear
No sets. No lighting. Technicians?
None to pay. The color? Is perfect. Is
Temperature? Just so No marks HERE
nor on the floor then? I need only be
Be there then, yes? Or go here now?
I look to see you. Here we are. Now
Nothing is Everywhere. But then…?
It’s all… Just isn’t now. It IS it, Si?
It IS. Possibly Only this IT. This. IS
The days seem to be moving backward.
Waking up after a long days work
I rush off to get much needed sleep
The calendar counts down too quickly
Until the days are no more. There are
not days? The FIRST MORNING.
Again and again a knock on the door.
I wake up to answer it. You open up
This door? Inviting me to, “Come in!”
“Come in out of the cold morning air”
This cottage is very unusual, quite odd.
Stranger than usual I mean. So that each
time someone knocks. You open the door.
Yet each time it opens, its always you,…
There? On the inside when, wait wasn’t I
just…, each time the same pleasant smell.
“Coffee?” “Yes,” you tell me, “Come in,”
“Have some toast?” Which I then do.
We have both” We always do. Both. But…
wasn’t it I that was just on the inside?
“Just now?” someone says. We sit down
for coffee. Just like before. It’s dark
outside, yet somehow always sunrise in
here. Just before the dawn, or just after
When you are here the sun rises again
Only now that I’m here, Yes,..I can see
now that its sunrise, and it surely is
this morning! We still see the rise &
it is just as bright as always, but…
now as it rises, we can see that it is
somwhow now, of a completely different,
yet even still familiar STAR.
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“A Dedication to Others“
In high-flying vehicles
with orphans as pilots,
Exotic neurotransmitters in
their strange rare diets. To the
Neurotic Mic-grabbers and
Back-of-the-class Nappers!
Those lucky in life, or those
For-now-at-least-happy-in-lifers.
Complicated-Simplicity-havers,
& the Performers-slash-Dancers!
Tramatized-Number-Lovers & the
Cardio-MAPSers trailing behind!
Singing always songs, with no end in sight
the type one always seems to sing at night!
For those who love deeply,
not giving way to fear, but despite!
And to those that face bias,
but simply won’t loose.
Those struggling for sobriety
& those deep in the dope
Those that RESIST! as
all the rest comply (& lose hope)…
For all of you, Oh! Yes & those too
I knew I’d forget (never mind,
“What’s yer current SmartPill reliance?”)
Let valley warm & mountain peak chill
sing of a community, one growing still.
In the shadow of a devil’s mountain,
on this here little pleasant hill.
Where the GOODNESS first grew,
in the bright shadow of a Great Gentle Giant
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“I don’t exactly pray, but if I did…”
No. No need to pray away your very precious time
down there, uncomfortably bent at the knee, dear…
god, least not to those old far-off, half-dead &
dusty-headed drama-queens. Dear Leader of demanding
demigods of deserted deserts, diagnosed with Dementia.
Go back to that thing that you do. The end is neigh!
You & the work is much needed. Hear words spoken,
It is even more appreciated than even you know. Grows
more so too. So…rest assured that all requests for
assistance we receive, shall continue (as always) to be
answered in the order in which they are perceived.
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Ariadne & the Vine God
Naxos
Peaceful
my island home my
place of I’s first birth cries
I want nothing I
I seek nothing I
I only wander now I
I no longer wonder, oh wise I
I cultivate I
I viva di vine I
I wish only I
tend
my to my
d’vine
I walk I
vine to vine
I round a large rock I
all days on my daily path
I always do I
I need nothing I
I have everything I
But now but
it is not as was it
it was? When was it?
This was ever was then?
Now
she is
Here!
How?
Why?
What?
now have the fates been now
Suddenly shifted?
such questions of such
is-ness however,is
quickly dismiss-ed
I see that I am the one I
I that has lost I
We take each other in we
I see attraction I
Mixed with fear
In her eyes
She sees the same
I’s into I’s
The gravity of our meeting
I pulling I
I advance I
Slowly, but she advances too
Slowly, but I advance I
we does not run from we
We become immortal we
Residing forever on the holy
mountain
top
I know now I
I always was searching I
I wanted everything I
I needed everything I
I had not one thing I
I know this now I
I looked I
into her
I’d eyed I’s
EYES
IT
was
I’s own I’s
!EYES!
!AYE!
I
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