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Adam Roufberg reads his parting words on Radio Active Lunch after 4 years of broadcasting live music in the Mid Hudson Valley on WVKR:

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I tried to warn you people. some of you listened. some of you were too busy earning a living to listen. Some of you were too busy being stoned, or lazy, or busy being creative or helping others. Helping other’s who may not have wanted the help. Helping old ladies cross the street to steal their purses – until you came across kung fu granny. Trying to help social workers burnt out by the sickness of society by bringing them to orgasm while you vampired their energy. Teaching children about self determination while you stole their souls from the dark forces of the new world order who tried to occupy their identity. Liberating the world from struggle, war, violence, disenfranchisement and dispossession of the land and the law of heart.

I tried to warn you people about occupying the government. So many of you went ahead and did it anyway. you didn’t realize that they stole your brain and infused it with strawberry water, and bad words, and ideas rotting from the inside out such that you would mimic them in greater toxic ways creating more waste while they laughed at you and stole even more of your money while you took a break from unemployment to sit in the rain in solidarity with everyone who is sick and tired of fat cat big wig gaping anal retentive sphincters raping the earth, exploiting your children, toxifying the land, engineering your food, stealing your donuts conducting your rivers to mouth an ocean rising from the effects of black magic conjured by the narcissistic assholes who were willing to note that you would sit in the rainy may day parade protest demonstration telling them what they already know while you fight for your rights that they don’t have the right to disposes you of. But you’re satisfied with the solidarity of the union workers, police chiefs, kong fu grannies, hippies, peace loving people, and the falafel stands, and the strangers bringing food and water, and the artists, and the poets, and the public speakers that carry on the tradition of community building in the spirit of love for the sake of survival of a peoples of a particular will that you call nation.

I tried to warn you about dynamic struggle between what you people call good and evil – mutually inductive, mutually restrictive forces shedding light on others, shedding the blood of others, shredding the fretboard, sharing the creation of balance through chaos trajeculating along divergent paths and hyperbole coming out of rhetoricians ass. I did. Some of you listened. Some of you forgot. Some of you weren’t paying attention. Some of you were too busy smoking pot, playing music, harvesting medicinal herbs and foraging in the wilderness for food and love. Other’s too distracted by the coming end of times, the alien invasion, the new world order crack down, 2012, Nostradamus, gorge Balanchine, Julio Iglesias, Woodstock, Snoopy, video games, blunts, dmt, other peoples lips and ass and saliva, bananas fried in coconut and agave with dark chocolate cherries served on almond iced cream with midge larvae sprinkles battling internally with will desire and expectation in conflict with the will desire and expectations of your lover and your government while you pander and ponder not knowing the difference between …because you’ve been sucked into the vacuum of dark sorcery.

I tried to remind you fuckers that music is the only thing that really matters. That we should replace guns and all weapons with musical instruments so that we are not cowards in the face of adversary. that we meet our competitor, face to face, and bludgeon them with our instruments lest we accidentally engage in the plucking of strings, the blowing through reeds, the pounding of skins, the stroking of hair on gut tied to the hollows of trees. lest we accidentally note that all of the world is an orchestra and everyone is playing wildly their sombre songs, dancing in the streets, naked walking Gymonopodie, death metal thrash whatever but their is no audience, no one really listening.

I hoped to imbue you with the notion that without equality there is no justice and without justice there is no peace and without peace there is violence, control, occupation, subjugation, exploitation, enslavement, brutality, and fear and there is simply no need for this when we have enough in common to learn to play nicely on the battlefield and compete intentfully on the playground of our commonalities – the culinary arts, the visual arts, the literary arts, dance, music, the quest for knowledge, a richer spiritual life, an understanding of the principles and practices of love, physical love, emotional love, spiritual love, a love superceding race, superceding gender, superceding spiritual beliefs and practices, superceding national boundaries, superceding species, superceding any of the apparent artificial constraints and projections that seem to separate us and present us with irreconcilable differences that keep us all locked in the enchanted prison.

I delivered poetry and prose from some of the greatest master’s present and past. Words to spark your imagination. Words to make you feel and think. Words that make you bleed. Words to heal. Words to draw anger and all emotion. Words to paint a picture in the sky. Words to tear down structures. Words to eradicate the past. Words to erase the future. Words to fertilize the flow, the flower, the flowering of ideas, the exponentiation of expression of DNA along the numeroligical rift of space and time, yin and yang, healing your ancestry and pushing you, thrusting you, tearing you, burning you in the direction of the gate keeper, the prison guard, the torturer, your death, to prepare you with the tools you will need to survive your death and stay cool on the other side.

We, all of us who participated in this beautiful disaster, this maelstrom of bodily fluids from the earth, this mutiny of flowers, this mad dance across the fretboard of spontaneous decision flowing through us as the spirits weave their way through our nerve cells, our impulses, giving us instruction on how to conduct our musculature to find the next note, the next word, the next tear, the next kiss, we are all responsible for pushing the boundaries of heart and head, breaking the sound barrier, challenging the darkness born of a slight asymmetry in the astral light pulsing across the great expanse of time as an infinite matrix of interconnectedness sewn together by the thread separating hatred from love.

You. My dear friend. My lover. My family. my tribe, my culture, Orenda. You, Who listened to this radio show on this radio station , dedicated or otherwise, to your community, to promote and support the music, the history, the spirit and the ancestry of this valley. I thank you for your participation on the receiving end of this transmission and I wish that you all find your relative path towards peace, love, reconciliation, creativity, effectiveness and personal truth. I am with love for you and I will that you all engage this world, that you all engage in this world in the spirit of finding our commonalities on the playground of our human needs.