ethnic cleansing….

Peregrine Corporation HQ2 (2)Peregrine Corporation HQ2 (1)

this plaque was on the headquarters of a corporation that’s become quite influential here in Adelaide. It sells petrol apart from whatever else, brand named On The Run, OTR. Open 24 hours a day, but located only in areas where I have ages ago had girl-friends. That Lord Of The Rings trilogy?

When the “fellowship” of the Ring begins, one member is named Peregrine Took, or words to that effect. But I have seen those movies and they really were spectacular. It’s a strange book that. Tolkien wrote it when he lived in White South Africa I believe. My first contact with it was in 1972 at Ben Acre Close, via an imported record I bought done by Bo Hansson. The cover was all pink too. Sadly, some stalkers found out where I lived and came visiting as a group of 3 or 4. Some turned out to be Soviet style sleeper agents named McClean. While Heather Street up behind the Waite Institute “became” a person so named also; they were all from Mt. Gambier. Professor Karl Marx, the founder of the Soviet Union, wrote about Mt Gambier and the extinct volcano which is full of water and turns blue for a couple months. It was to their mind, the Bible’s “lake of fire” from Revelations. Next time I came into contact with Lord of the Rings was in 1974 when Carol moved to a house on Cross Road and Wootton Street. It was owned by two brothers who were in love with the books of Tolkien. One brother, Dick, claimed he had fallen in love and was engaged to someone, when he discovered that she was a man in drag! Sad story which left him embittered. If you look carefully at what’s on the plaque you see it’s like one of those American depictions of a Negro. Yet for a time was literally the logo of On The Run, OTR corporation; which now has a headquarters in the rebuilt office block which is where a house Samantha lived in circa 1980; when Chapman’s Ham factory was still on Unley Road and you know who rubbed out John Lennon don’t you? And you probably know why. etc etc etc

Me? I get stalked these days, no longer by the Labour party executive, but by Asians and this corporation. etc etc etc

[re Facebook post of The WhiteHouse, Panorama: people in Adelaide were absolutely certain that JFK was rubbed out in collusion with someone in Adelaide at that time. Since then, a raft of evidence has floated to me concerning a systematic approach of a similar crime/nature in USA; seemingly random acts over time can be “understood” as part of some conspiracy. Tiny Example? Jane Pauley now does CBS Sunday mornings and I wrote to their webpage about another CBS show, The Big Bang Theory and how locals here know it’s about Sheldon Street and etc, and that’s how Bob Dylan got his start with them too, singing about the town hall at Oxford Street and Saint Augustine’s church which was opposite the local picture theatre. Result? CBS withdrew the “please contact us” link! They are sure by doing so, no one will be able to accuse them of anything etc. It doesn’t change the fact that someone from Adelaide was in on the JFK murder. Propaganda of the deed swiftly followed and so many pop songs were made to just about confess being a member of the conspiracy “gang.” And then of all things along came Rolling Stone magazine with it’s direct link to the song, Yesterday and to the actual, real time JFK murder.]

a disease called Bob Dylan…

I remember wearing new boots… It was 1968ish and a high-school “camp” held over a weekend at Macclesfield, a small country town about as far south as Meadows. There were a couple teachers running it, but on the Saturday someone had been brought in to give a talk. We were staying on some kind of farm with accommodation split between boys and girls. Anyway, on the Saturday the son of the woman who ran the Theosophical Book store on King William Road, next door to Trims in the city, gave a presentation to further his theory that someone using the name Bob Dylan, was a poet.

The Theosophical Society used the rooms above the bookshop for their meetings, open to all. Trims was a clothes store similar but not exactly like, an army surplus. I have no idea how the son of the proprietor came to be giving a talk about Bob Dylan at our weekend holiday, either.

He was also interested in photography.

What he talked about was how you could define Bob Dylan as a poet, as if his song lyrics could be seen to be poetry. And he gave examples of “how” by quoting various songs.

We all sat around, me in my new boots, and just let him talk on and on about Bob Dylan. I had very little interest in poetry, you see, anyway. And I thought the weekend was going to be about hiking and relaxing with school friends.

But that was when the “disease” first entered my life to infect me. A disease called Bob Dylan. With words strung together in ways that could not be understood, no matter how hard you tried or how much leniency you gave him. It wasn’t until his “Christian revival” days in the 70s, or was it the 80s? that something he sang could appear to almost mean something. But even then, it came across as a disease, hitting the target which was the Vogue theatre on Belair Road, now used as a Christian Revival center. Over the years quite a few high earning US rock and rollers did songs about that “moonlight mile” of Unley to Belair Road, including Cyndi Lauper and Madonna.

So as poetry? it was pretty good “theosophy” whatever that is. Something about Madame Helena Blavatsky, a Russian psychic or spirit medium occultist or something.