First, let me welcome everyone to this wonderful affair on behalf of Dr. Nongo and myself, Andrea. I am a member of the Drama Stage Crew, my theater group, and I am very happy to be facilitating this exceptional event tonight. And let me first say, everyone, give your own thumbs up, round of applause for being in the house tonight. We have come across countries, we have come across states to be here, and this is the place to be. That's okay, everyone's making their acquaintance, we have people getting unwrapped. They have come across county and state lines to be here, so we want them to be most comfortable. My name is Andrea. When I'm on the mic, I'm otherwise known as Miss A.D. That stands for Andrea Darlene. My mother named me. Some other circles that might be absolutely delicious. Take it to the worst world for me. I would first like to give an honor to God because without him, I would not be standing here. I'm honored to be right here tonight to do this lovely event for Dr. Nongo. And I'd like to thank Melvin and all of my Drama Stage cohorts that are in the house tonight. Give yourselves a round of applause. Without them, I would not be standing here because I didn't know I had acting potential until they just drew it out of me. And now I'm like a mad dog after a moment. I just can't get enough of it. But I'm honored to be here on behalf of Dr. Nongo, Jamal, and everyone that came far and wide. Thank you for coming out tonight. Let me lay a little ground rules. If you would like to perform, if you came to perform, we have a sign-in sheet over here to my right on the table. We need you to sign your name and then in close proximity there's a pad. We need to put your name on that little tablet. Put it in the blue container so I can pull you out of the way. We're going to try to have everyone in the premise of maybe five to seven minutes. If we can hold you to that. I mean we're not going to kill you if you don't stick to it, but we're going to try to expedite and get everyone in as much time as they possibly can. And of course, to honor Dr. Nongo while we're all here tonight. So let me get us started by... Okay, just to have some guests sign in. We have a restroom downstairs through the alcove to my right at the base of the stairs. And I've been also told that ladies if you would like to go step outside next door to your immediate left, there is, I believe it's a restaurant that's facilitating our news as well. You can absolutely wait for this one. Okay. So I think everyone has selected a piece that they would like to read on behalf of Dr. Nongo. And I myself have selected a piece that is entitled, Life. And I feel fitting that I should start this wonderful show with this piece because my life has been on a whirlwind since I have decided to step outside my natural mind and take up the art of art. My life has been on a whirlwind, but I have enjoyed every peak and valley moment of it. I'm willing to trade it for a million dollars right now. So Dr. Nongo, in your honor, this piece is called Life. Stop. Stop. He's right there. He was right there. No, he's right here. I'm sorry. Yes, I'm here. I'm willing to perform this piece for you, Dr. Nongo. You all sit here. Yes, if I were just a dog, darn, would you ever cheer me with life? If you had a chance at this one, I would say you would. Thank you. Dr. Nongo, these are your words. Thank you. And they are encapsulated in a piece called Life. I've heard it said more than once, perhaps some myriad times, expressed in pale, prosaic prose and oxy-allish rhymes by poet and philosopher, optimist and skeptic, commiser, biographer, pessimist, and cynic, by the wealthy lady, powerfully-witted, social scientist and critic, that regardless of who you are, life isn't fair, never will be. It's just the way things go. Sometimes yes, oftentimes no. Thank you. How fitting that I would be using these words and I myself have been told no time and time again, but for all those naysayers, I'm here to say that there is life after being imprisoned in your own life. I'm a resurrected ash from the, phoenix rising from the ashes. And I asked Dr. Nongo, what piece would you like me to perform tonight, Dr. Nongo? Since my repertoire, you know, is kind of vast, and he said, Andrea, this night would not be complete without you stepping outside of your persona and becoming the word ho that we all know you to be. And so for you, Dr. Nongo, I am pulling this piece out of the repertoire and it is entitled, Word Ho. I am a word ho. Don't you know that I devastate your minds with my rhythms and my rhymes dropping hot poetic lines time after time. You see, they pay me for my words, people. I'm sassy and I'm classy, worth every damn word. Or perhaps you heard. You see, I am a word ho. I dress right. Every night I keep my hair whipped, perfume and lipstick. Got my bling and my go-to sporting Gucci, rocker and loony baton. And it's on, cause I'm a word ho. Don't you know that I satisfy your minds with my rhythms and my rhymes dropping hot, funky, juicy, sexy, sexy, poetic lines time after time after time. Right now, I got a word Jones and I'm high in the zone like ecstasy. I'm dropping syllables, analogies and cryptic metaphors. You see, I'm a pin-popping, line-dropping, enunciating whore. I've got conjunction functions. Like cane, it runs through my veins and I'm overdosing high with speech on the brain. Cause I'm a word ho. Don't you know that I devastate your minds with my rhythms and my rhymes dropping hot, funky, juicy, sexy, steamy, poetic lines time after time after time after time. And right now, my flow is running this block. I've got this city down on lock cause I'm straight making that cheese and that cheddar. Cause this book, Head Job, just keeps getting better. Hot nouns they are begging me, please. I've got them down on their knees and dope verbs screaming, Andrea, don't hurt me, please. I'll be good. Cause I'm a word ho. Don't you know that I satisfy your minds with my rhythms and my rhymes dropping hot, funky, juicy, sexy, steamy, sizzling, tantalizing, poetic lines time after time after time after time. And well, that's the end of this set. And I'm out. And I'm all sticky and wet. I need a word pimp. Cause my talk money's right, daddy. I had a real good night. And tomorrow, just about ten, I'll be back on this word ho stroll again to make you come and you come and you and you and you come to to hear me again. Cause I am a word ho. And now you all at Fernando's know I am damn good. Thank you. Dr. Monk, may that word work for you. Thank you very much. Um, let me get my little trusty little bowl. Please, Carmen, if you would. Was that okay, Jamal? Thank you so much. Everyone, have a name in here or someone will be pulling from the bowl. And the first artist that we have up at the mic tonight will be... Drum roll, drum roll. Ah, let's see. Cynthia. Oh. Yes, Cynthia. I think she's the first. The last one here, the first one to draw on the mic. Let's have everyone, round of applause for Cynthia. Coming to the mic. Good job, good job, Andrea. I'm from New York City. Fresh here from New York City. I'm a New York City girl myself. Which is the Carmen Miller show in New York. Class of 73. Great. Right. Come on up, Cynthia. Right. Everyone give her a round of applause, please. Hello. Hello. Hello. Oh, that was... It's so nice to be here. I've been living in New York City for, or New York for quite a while. Do you want to visit Dr. Mongo's? No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. This is also for you. What's yours is mine. To all tenants, please do not spit in the elevator, as if we have to ask you again. The landlord. Your used crunch napkin left between two leaves of the plant in the lobby wreaks germs spreading into my oxygen and H2O. Your visitor's stained unrecyclable styrofoam cups left in the entryway crowd my trash can of recyclable garbage that has a promise permanent on. Your neighborhood stocking stranger's mock key entry blocks my special cut ones that now get stuck in the lock. Your cigarette smoke lingering near the mailboxes chokes. My enzymatic breathing as I cough open the mail. Your pounding broomstick from your ceiling bumping to my floor vibrates mental noise so I can't work through the problem of your paranoid schizophrenia. Your cat's urine demanding scent space between floors one through six slows down my trip upwards into the F region where there is no human waste or, no human or animal waste yet. Your mop balls fly into our sixth floor hallway buzzing their smell of death onto my clothes, still hanging in the closet only four doors away. Your dirt mixed with occasional jumbo outdoor dead roach, dead roach edges into my doormat and slips into my knee to suddenly become an obsessive compulsive or a science fiction buff. Your blaring Middle Eastern polka disco music, blends in with my CNN news viewing, erupting into a new type of civil war message not yet publicized worldwide. And I stay huddled in my apartment, surrounding myself with my preselected sounds and music, mirroring my preferred internal reality, including unique art from dear friends, friends, and friends. Adorning the periphery, fresh food and produce for tasting, and imaginings privately held with my earphones and plastic gloves in place, protecting me from the contagion of 1920s urban boating disease. Prescribing my future healing into self-contained peace. 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And the Smithsonian rough hand into his crotch, looking around, hoping that the rest of us notice that he does have a penis. Coach Sandusky seems to remember only showering with sigh of his team members and horsing around in Macho Jest as dozens of them now come forward with a different memory, after the games have been won. The tenured professor smiles pleasantly at a faculty meeting or when he needs something, yet fails to look me in the eye when he's caught off guard in the hallway, bleeding me into an anonymous existence. You finally told me you were an immature jerk now, 20 years later, after months of hard work. 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And we long for that sincere compliment or that sense of real touch that tells us we do matter, at least for a moment, at that time, in that place. And we run back to our friends, to those whose secrets we protect while they honor ours, as much as our triumphs and our failures, mutually sipping drops of exquisite authenticity in between each breath and confidential word. Thank you. I guess we need one more, one more piece. If you only allowed, what? Well, you would present more, but then we would all just rotate. It wasn't supposed to go first. Huh, what? It wasn't supposed to go first, but that's the luck of the draw. It's supposed to go first. Do you wanna go again? Can we have Cynthia up again later? Yes. But he says we must stick with the rules. It's usually five minutes. Oh, he asked me to be a guest reader, so if I'm just. We're going to turn regulations, Cynthia. What? Huh? That's how Cynthia. You want me to go back? Yes. Because we want that. What are we doing here? What's your name? Vickernay. What's your name? Vickernay. Vickernay. Oh, okay. He just asked me to be a guest reader, so. It is, it's very rare to find that. So we don't get to read your piece. We read it later, right? A tribute piece of yours, right? Yes. Thank you. Thank you. We're good, we're good. Give us just a round of applause. Thank you so much. And she will be back on the program. I can talk to you. Second half of our segment. She came a long way to be here tonight, Dr. Marco. And we must afford her more time than we might. Jamal, in your second half, you make sure that beautiful red hair is back on here. Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. OK. Moving right along and going back into my barrel of fun here. And the next person that will be coming to the mic is. Director Tom. Okay. Okay. Okay. No. I have to move to the right. I can't understand that. Mona. Mona. Okay. Let's give it up for Mona Jane. She comes to the mic, folks. Thank you. Thank you, guys. I really appreciate it. I don't need it. No, because the actual question is, is there a question that you want to ask? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you. the second Saturday that some of you have been to. So it was a joy and a delight to be part of that. And these are his works. Oh, wait, wait, wait. Eyes to the left, eyes to the right. Okay, so this is Dr. Mango's one that I love. And then I want to do one piece that a couple of you have heard before. But, Cynthia, you haven't heard this one. I really want you to hear this one. So they said I could do this one for you. Here is a short one from Dr. Mango and then one piece of me. And it's called Subway. And the reason I picked it is because that's why I came here tonight. And I spend a lot of time coming down here on the subway. It's easy. I live in Highland Park. You can just walk down and you have a frozen square. You can adjust your mic. You can tell I never use one of these. You know what I mean. I'm like this with my hands on my face. But since I'm not going to say it. I'm going to sign this because I have no signs. Okay, so it's called Subway. In this burrowed city are networks, cocooned streets in cavernous-like sheets where neither moon or sun trickle down beams of light. Often artificially lit by flashing signals, steel pressed sparks and luminous platform bulbs. It remains, at most, a dark tomb. The streets' obedient conveyors, tracks, allow gratified iron worms tunneled passage, absorb the rhythmic, hypnotic screeching and clattering of tumbling wheels. The third rail hums, vibrantly silent, deathly stark as the moon. Deadlier than the sun when touched unadvisedly. I love that poem. Okay, so here's the one that I would like to do, to share with our Best of Honor symphonies. Because most people know Isadora Duncan, the dancer with the... And then the Martha Graham. But in the middle there is a woman called Ruth St. Denis. And when asked, Miss Ruth, because that's her name, Why do you dance? She said, The gods have wont that I should dance, and in some mystic hour I will move to the unheard rhythms of the cosmic orchestra of heaven. And you will know my wordless poem, and you will come to me. That is why I dance. Hooray! A bit of a grum-dum. So, my hearing this, and then my... Actually, I portrayed Ruth St. Denis as a young girl, as a dancer, but thinking of saying that, this is what I feel like when I think about this life. Without understanding why, my poetry spills forth. Spilling, splashing, clashing against the wall. I don't know. 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No God wishes humans harm. No God makes man more than woman. And no God wants water. We know this. We all know this. Yet wars wage while we watch the TV, the paparazzi, virtual reality. Waiting for someone to do something. Waiting for the right moment. Come on. Around you. You are not alone. We are with you. And together we are mighty. Can make miracles. But we need you. And your unique values. Those God-given gifts given to you. And to us. Trust. Follow those natural goals. No need to do heroic deeds. With mere pride. And words. You. Me. We. Merge. Become. One. Share. Tragedies. And ecstasies. As a show. And that is why I dance my culture. Thank you, Doc. Happy TV. Woohoo. Let's hear it one more time for Mona Jean as she dances her culture. Beautiful dance. Fingers in hand. Seeing her words. It's a wonderful thing. Next, out of my bowl of delicious delights, we have Donnie the mic. Uh-oh. Let me go down. That's the magic one. He jumped out of the bowl. So, the next one to go. And we have. Got to tie them tight right here. Let me just make this one. I don't need to read it. Poet. My good friend, Miss Mega. Yes. 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And so I went and I highlighted one poem. But little did I know that the minute I hit print, it was just gonna print and print. And I was like, oh shit, this thing is gonna print like the entire freaking website. And it was just printing and printing. And I'm like, I started to walk up to the woman and say, I'm sorry, I think there was a mistake. And just before I said that, it printed the last one. And I said, oh never mind, this is mine. Cool, so yeah. Thank you, thank you. Thank you, Carter. Dr. Mungo at large. One, the poem is called Let's Do It. And according to Dr. Mungo, this is an incomplete poem, but according to me, you might agree, it might be dumb. Because this is a movie. I know a mellow fellow. His name is Fiddle Faddle. He sometimes diddle daddle, diddle dabble. At a monopoly at Scrabble, nothing seems to bother him. His tune is twiddle traddle. He has a foxy lady. Her name is Frizzle Frazzle. Everywhere she opts to go, it's an instant brazzle dazzle. When she walks down the streets, her hips go, we go wacko. He's a cowboy, she's a cowgirl. Upright square dancing, toe tapping, two stepping, spinning, prancing on the dance floor. They're an artwork on the dance floor, a terror on the dance floor. Let me tell you more. Let me tell you more. And I don't have a car. I just have these excerpts of stuff that I wrote. So, Dr. Malmo, I'm going to add a lyric for you. Off the page, uncensored, uncreated, unformatted, it is free-flowing, baby. I saw my friend take a rabid dog, you know, growled at him and everyone because it had been so mistreated. It could not stand to be around people or touched or nothing. That dog had a constant curl clip. My friend took the little dog in, he named it, bathed it, fed it, and cared for it. Gave it a home, loved it until the dog allowed him to pet it. Sleep, sleep, sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. Finally, the dog protected him and allowed others to touch him because he knew he was safe and loved. The lip uncurled. I envy that fucking little dog. Thank you. Let's give a hand for Carmen Vega and her little dog. She is so cute. Isn't it amazing how much talent is just floating around here on the whimsy of Los Angeles streets? It's really amazing. And I think everyone should recognize that the mecca that we're running in right now, it still has great potential, but we need to come together as a network of artists and live one voice unanimously. Just get this damn thing going. Thank you. Let's get this damn thing done. How about that? Okay. Next victim coming out of the bloody blue bowl is T. KEI. Give him a hand as he's on the picture. No picture. No picture. No picture. No picture. No picture. No picture. No picture. No picture. No picture. Yes, he's on tonight. Slow down, to the mic. You know, the news is beating the war drum of the American right wing today. And that's one part of capitalist system, but I want to tell you another part. We usually, we who usually live within the system do not care about because they want to keep it away from us. When I first became an activist and met Dr. Mungo, he took me to the library, public library downtown. And he showed me a book written by Mark Twain. That hardly anybody knows about. And it was his writing on the Belgian Congo. And if I recall, there were photographs of black with their hands cut off. And there was a photograph of a pile of black hands. And that was because they did not bring the quorum. The quorum. For whatever commodity they wrote. I don't remember. Rubber. Rubber. Okay. Yeah. And, anyway, that was one of the, that's something that nobody knows about. You know, there is a Mark Twain memorial stamp, 44th sin, you know. But, and if I remember right, Dr. Mungo. 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The new fashion size of American history that has gone whitewashed, that has been buried, that has been regurgitated time and time again. And if we do not look to the past, we are doomed to fail in the future. So as we stand here in the present, it's time for us unanimously to take up the mantle to improve the world. If it just takes one brick, one stone, one person, one thought, one heartbeat, one breath at a time, then that is what we have to do. But as I stand here before you, if we want the next generation to succeed, we here presently must do our heartfelt best to make sure there is a future society for them to grow up in and to succeed in. So the mantle has been thrown down. I'm laying down the gauntlet. So if we need to do petition, if we need to protest, occupy, whatever name you want to put on it, whatever moniker, we need to put our collective thoughts together for change. Now I'm going to get off my soapbox and I'm going back to the podium. Thank you very much. Next victim. You guys are killing me with these names up here. Ja'kee? Ja'kee. Ja'kee. Ja'kee. Ja'kee. Okay. Come into the stage. Let's give her a hand as she comes to the mic. Beautiful Ja'kee in the house. Give her a hand, you guys. I haven't done this for years. And I had the experience of being with Dr. Mambo years ago. And he was talking about don't read your poems and perform them. So I have this memorized still, but I wrote it down as a case. It's been such a long time since I've done it. I remember a poem that Dr. Mambo had and I just loved it. Every time he did it, it just blew me away. Sometimes I'd ask him for a copy of it and I would just keep it in a precious spot because I loved that poem. And it was penitentiary. And I loved it so much it inspired me. I love it. And I love it so much it inspired me to do a poem with a different kind of feeling than how he personalized penitentiary. And the poem that I came from him, so I'm dedicating this to you now, is called Denial. And we do have to stay awake because it's really hard to deny it. I'm your enemy, not your friend. This is the only truth that I'll tell you. But you don't believe me. Now, I'll suck you in. I'll tell you what you want to hear. Let you see what you want to see. I'll tell you everything except the truth. The truth that sets you free. I'll hide the truth from you. You'll think that I'm your friend. Then I stand by and watch you make the same mistake over and over again. I'll hide the truth. I'll hide the truth. I'll hide... I provide temporary relief from your... From the truth. That's my game. I'll take you to the pit. The fire you won't see. The monsters devouring your pain, agony, and misery. I'm your enemy. I'm not your friend. This is the only truth that I tell you. But you still don't believe me. Now... I'll do you wrong. Hand me you Hand me you Hand me you Hand me you She's the world's next person we have coming to the stage in honor of Dr. Mongo tonight. And that artist would be, drum roll. Take this two, okay. Okay, we've already had KVI, that would be K, so he had two in the front. We're gonna go back to that one. To the next one. To the next one. Later, later. We'll see you on round two. Jamal is gonna be your host for the part two, and we will get you back up on the mic. Time permitted. Steve. That's you, coming to the stage. Let's give him a hand as he comes to the stage. Steve. Steve. Happy holidays to you, Steve. My name is Steve Baratta. My friends call me Beretta. I was named after a car, and she was starting up a goddamn truck. I didn't want to wander off. I was a little bit too busy. I was a little bit too busy. It's a pleasure to be here, Dr. Mongo. Made my business to show up, and it was really, I've had the pleasure of meeting you at the LA Can, the Travel Cafe, and a couple other places. Really glad you're here. I came up from New York, too. I came up to LA, and I was a little bit more of a, you know, you can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? I can't be into LA can you? and in the same city as you, the streets of my home, my school, my muse, and just like you I can relate to this. That life itself, just like the concrete, is cold and hard. And I am you, and that I live and breathe and bleed just like you. But I am not you, and that I don't hurt as much as you do. Thank you. I wrote this on the day of the inauguration and I just wanted to maybe serve as a reminder. It's called Changing Continuous Flow. Where there's changes that step in a new direction, it is a continuous... Where there's changes that step in a new direction, it is a continuous and often slowing down towards process. Change is a process. Change is above all a mindset that is a shifting mindset, a turning from a way of thinking. And to support this moment, this day, or whatever lies hereafter, it is time to stop thinking like Americans and start thinking about humanity. And bear in mind, now is not the time to keep silent about world and social issues. As silence is the accomplice of the crime of social injustice. And mark my words when I say I can very sincerely relate to these words. It's been too hard, too hard a living, but I'm afraid to die. I don't know what's up there beyond that sky. It's been too hard, too hard a living, but I know I'm not alone. I know, I know a change is gonna come. Yeah, Sam Cooke wrote that. But is it multi-dimensional and universal? What led to this moment has been a movement. One starting at Rosa Parks and continuing on. Martin Luther King Jr. Malcolm X. A movement, a collective mind that demanded civil rights and equality. And a collective strength that emanated from that mind. And that strength was and still is a reflection of the spirit. So stay with the moment. Man, your time has come at last. But remember this. Where a change is a step in a new direction, it is a continuous and often slow and arduous process. A change is above all a mindset that is a shifting mindset. A turning from a way of thinking. So again, I say to you all, to support this moment, this moment. Stop thinking like Americans and start thinking about humanity. And now is the time to keep silent. As silence is the accomplice to the crime of social injustice. And leadership is not a one-way street. It is also a support and input of the people that it serves. Which is you. And you have the power. Don't deny it. As that denial is the other crime that you commit. Until those white religious right wing conservatives would be further swimming by patriotism and God and country. Herein stands the true test of your pledge of allegiance to the flag of the United States of America. And to the republic for which it stands. One nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty. And to the proposition that all men of Korea are equal. Thank you. I love you all. Let's give Steve another round of applause for giving Jokins Burke on the mic. Dynamic poets, one and all. Before I close out the first half of this set, before I turn it over to Keys of Victor and Jamal, who will be our hosts for the second half of our show. I just want to pay homage to the people that reside down here on 5th and Spring. East Los Angeles, otherwise known as The Nickel. Here on 5th Street, I wrote this piece. And it's a duo. The first half is called The Nickel. The second half is called The Smile is a Savage. But down on the nickel, Man is fickle cause you don't know what you're bound to see. But this trip will be a glimpse into L.A. life's most painful, shameful reality. Down on the nickel. Man is fickle. There's a frantic pace in every race. Rainbow people, multicolored, many kinds. Insanity, lost humanity. And it makes you wonder, has this world finally stepped outside its natural damn mind? Down on the nickel. Man is fickle. Does anybody care? Does anybody dare check out what's real? Check out what's really going down? Can anybody see? Can anybody believe what's happening on the other side of your town? Down on the nickel. Man is fickle. There's starvation, deprivation, mischief and mayhem day and night. Hopelessness. A frenzied, chaotic mess. Can anybody make this wrong? Go back right. Down on the nickel. Man is fickle. Because there's 80,000 lives with no place to call home unless, unless a cardboard box or shopping cart is considered that. 80,000 lives scratching, trying to survive this everyday, true living fact. Down on the nickel. Man is fickle. There ain't no trickle down economy. But there is dysfunction of the masses. Housing society's lowest of the low classes. So sad and tragic. It makes you want to be like a willow tree. It just, down on the nickel. Man is fickle. Because they're giving up. And they're giving out. And they're giving hell. There is no doubt. Overlooked. Overloaded. Mindless souls that have imploded. And here, down here, bullshit has hit the fan. Blam! Then exploded. Yes. Yes, yes. That is the nickel. And in the greatest nation, in the living free world, that is just sad. It's unacceptable. Mind-boggling. And in one single word, it's just damn fickle. Thank you. Next up, we're going to have a musical interlude by Victor, the mad scientist of the keyboard. And then part two will be coming back, and Jamal will dime the mic. Thank you all. Here you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can hear you can This is the dude who put together the cover of 2014's The Magic Battle of the Time. And then we have the one and only, The Black Panther. Oh my gosh. This is the dude who put together the cover of 2014's The Magic Battle of the Time. And then we have the one and only, The Black Panther. And then we have the one and only, The Black Panther. Oh my gosh. I bet you like what I'm saying. Yeah. I've heard a lot of ways. Oh yeah. I guess I'm about to leave again. What happened that we're leaving? I guess I'm just about to leave. 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I'm a man from the night Hand in Hand Hand in Hand I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant I'm a man in the heat, throw a lady girl I'm a man in the heat, throw a lady girl I'm a man in the heat, throw a lady girl I'm a man in the heat, throw a lady girl I'm a man in the heat, throw a lady girl I'm a man in the heat, throw a lady girl I'm a man in the heat, throw a lady girl I'm a man in the heat, throw a lady girl I'm a man in the heat, throw a lady girl Hand in Hand Hand in Hand Hand in Hand Hand in Hand Hand in Hand Hand in Hand Hand in Hand Hand in Hand Hand in Hand Hand in Hand But now she thinks that there's no way she'll know me If I catch a landmine If she wants it I'll be there all day and look at me She said she wanted that But we went down to Tiffany's She wanted to be honest And think that she had a lot to bring She wanted all the things That seemed to be so scary But I'm thinking she knew, yeah But she wanted my body for a thing She wanted all the things That seemed to be so scary She wanted all the things That seemed to be so cheap She wanted all the things That seemed to be so cheap She wanted all the things That seemed to be so cheap She wanted all the things That seemed to be so cheap She wanted all the things That seemed to be so cheap She wanted all the things That seemed to be so cheap She wanted all the things That seemed to be so cheap She wanted all the things That seemed to be so cheap She wanted all the things Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh you can't stand up and I can't let this go down Come to come down I can't let this go down Everybody welcome to the fire Everybody needs a fire Come to come down for this Now everybody's got to dance Come to come down for this Now everybody's got to dance You remember baby Do you remember the time When you were out Saturday and we go to the fair Do you remember the time When you were out for this Now everybody's got to dance Come to come down for this Now everybody's got to dance Come to come down for this Now everybody's got to dance for this Hand continuosly Hand continuosly Hand continuosly Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Good evening, poets. Happy New Year. Happy New Year celebration. Merry Christmas. Happy Kwanzaa. Happy Kwanzaa. My peoples. I love you all. Love you back. Love you more. Everybody's got the wise retort. Yeah, a lot of wise and high-natured people. We're gonna, again, I'm gonna go over the ground rules just a little bit. We want everybody to try and blow for five minutes. Please don't waste time on the mic. We are hardcore poets. We are Dr. Mungalow poets. We are celebrating the launch of the website WWW.WORLDWIDEWEB.DRMUNGALOW.COM Thanks to our friend and supporter, Michael Rouse. The wonderful designs of Irene and Crystal. Music by Drew Leso. Words and inspiration by the one and only Dr. Mungalow. And thank you for coming out and being our special guest tonight. A lot went into this. A lot. That's me. Thank you, Victor. Victor Allen, our special musical guest. Give him a round of applause. Everybody in here is a star. Everybody is a star. I can't believe Los Angeles has this kind of talent. These kind of minds. The poem, which is not my quintessential Mungalow poem, which, my quintessential Mungalow poem is What was that I told you it was, Mungalow? Think safe thoughts. Think safe thoughts. Which is one of my favorites. But tonight, you're going to read for this event. And I need you to help me. It's going to sound repetitious for me, but it's a short poem. And then we're going to dig into the magic blue bowl. One of our wonderful illustrious poets is going to read. And five minutes. We're going to try and get out of here by 10 o'clock. And just enjoy and revive our own company. Everybody quote. A love supreme. A love supreme. A love supreme. A love supreme. A love supreme. A love supreme. Hand continuos continuos continuos continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos Hand continuos continuos She's not far from ugly. She's kinda in between, if you know what I mean. She's not chilly. She's far from being skinny. She's been kinda in between, if you know what I mean. That's my part. So far, she's not mean, darling. She's kinda in between. Oh, how I love her. I truly adore her. She's my peaches and greens. Love supreme. She's not rich. She's far from being poor. She's kinda in between, if you know what I mean. She's not fussy. She's not passive. She's kinda in between, if you know what I mean. Oh, how I love her. I truly adore her. She's my peaches and greens. Love supreme. She's my love supreme. Love supreme. Love supreme. Love supreme. She's my angel. She's my heaven. She's my earthly queen. She's so insightful. She's delightful. She's my love supreme. Love supreme. She's not ugly. No. She's not pretty, no. She's not, no, no. Now she's not too smart, but she's kind of in between. If you know what I mean. I love Supreme. I love Supreme. I love Supreme. I am shaking it up. We also have, I announced the website. We have a donation. Anybody who wants to donate, and if you have to leave, please go. No problems. Hopefully you'll stay and enjoy the rest of the evening with us. And you'll never guess who this is going to be. Ha, ha, ha. It's so exciting. It's so good. And it's visible to me, at least I can read it. Mr. Peter Corley. Yay! Yay! Yay! I love Supreme. I love Supreme. I love Supreme. I love Supreme. Cause I can't get well without some of that outlawed weed. And as you can see, I was feeling a little silly and melancholy too. You know, the kind of melancholy that comes with the end of another year. Yes, another year is about to roll on in. And I had just finished this book by Manly Hall on debt. And I never read a book by Manly Hall that I didn't like. Hell, I even like his name. Sounds like some guy selling suits on Canal Street. You know, the first suit that I can remember my mother buying me that she let me pick out for myself was at Robert Hall. Sold only suits there, I think. And one Easter, my mommy bought me this real pretty suit there. It was lime, almost white. Wool. Sort of looked like a conservative zoot suit. I remember seeing Little Richard wearing one just like it at one of Alan Freed's rock and roll shows. 14-inch peg, jacket hung down two, three inches below the fingertips. I remember another hall too back when I was a kid. Brother Hall. Had a pool hall, one, two tables on Main Street in the sleazy part of town. Sold fire water. Two under the counter. And was located right across the street from a whorehouse. Maureen's Whorehouse. Excellent! Now, I never got laid there myself, but I've been in there once or twice. And she was really pretty too. Maureen was real pretty. I remember a couple of us stopped in on Maureen one night. We were a little high on Brother Hall's fire water. But none of us had enough bread to get laid. But the other two had a little bit of bread. And they were all pretty. And the girls thought we were kind of cute, but that's as far as it went though. We drove over there in State's father's 57 white Cadillac. What a pretty car that was too. And me and State were tight too once upon a time. Real pop tight. We got our driver's license together. Went steady with the same girl. Not at the same time of course. Got our first job together. And we were pretty. We were pretty. And we drove together too. Down there at Little Marsh, a half hour from the beach. Sold hotdogs, hamburgers, and all kinds of donuts. Worked the graveyard shift, me and State did. Only customers we ever had were the guys from the neighborhood. And they never paid. The owner was always asking us why all the donuts were always gone and there was no dough in the till. Me and State got in a fight there one night too. Down there in the basement. we slugged it out and our friendship had never been the same. I remember Stapes screwed one of his girlfriends in my mother's bed right under this old Russian icon that my mother had brought back with her from the old country. And this year, girlfriend of Stapes was real pretty, too. Her father was a preacher, I think, and Stapes was Catholic, Irish, and very tough, handsome, too. Had a heart attack a couple of years ago. That's what I hate about calling back East. Every time I call, they tell me that somebody else is pushing up daisies. Yeah, they're dying like flies back home. Everyone I grew up with. Out here, too, they're dying like flies, man. And there are absolutely no replacements to be found because, you see, some things can never be replaced. Thank you. Thank you. No supreme. No supreme. Peter Kovalev, from Manning, New York City. All right. Cynthia, hope you have a safe trip. Hope you have a safe trip out to the Wild West. Right there. Right there. Right there. 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Dr. Longo and Jamal and I probably deployed the Justice League here. So we can bring talent downtown LA, highlight the talent down the street road, and surround the network, not just some gentrifying talk, you know what I mean? So anyway, that was his inspiration he gave me to do when he used to do the shows about the red LA can. So that always inspired me. I'm a co-convener and organizer at Occupy LA, Occupy the hood. And I sit up there so many, all kinds of changes going on, trying to keep those things together. And I'll sit back and think about some of Dr. Longo's work. So anyway, this place is called, anybody in here ever been to Occupy? Yeah. So you know what I'm talking about when I say mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. Mic check. 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I've been sitting there standing out on the ground dealing with junkies, meth heads, surfers, right wingers, Ku Klux Klaners, radicals, anarchists, revolutionaries, tea partiers, Ron Paul people, middle of the rich people, the police, the city council, and I still don't know who the hell Mic Check is. Everybody here knows Mic Check. Mic Check's a popular motherfucker. And he say Mic Check, everybody say Mic Check! Man, still trying to figure out who Mic Check is. Who the hell is Mic Check? Sitting here 61 days sleeping on the ground in a tent, having the sprinklers turned on me, waking up 3 in the morning soaking wet, only thing dry is my boxers, pulling them out, sitting out there 3 in the morning freezing, daring some middle class suburbanite that's out there playing with me, who has not the slightest idea what the hell's going on, saying, sir, you should be out there in your shorts at 3 in the morning. Oh yeah, I was thinking about it, it got so hot, I wasn't cold anymore. Anyway, I deploy to LA, Mic Check! Again, it's Mic Check. Sometimes they say Mic Check, and 300 pieces just pop up out of nowhere, and we started eating. Said, this Mic Check got juice, baby. Sometimes they say Mic Check, and somebody comes and throws a half an ounce of uh, kush at you. Mic Check must be the dog dill. So everybody say Mic Check! And there was a rave going on. Wow, Mic Check must be a performer too. Big rave, 4 o'clock in the morning, people were, lights were flying, people were taking some stuff called Eve, I don't know what that is, but it got live. Somebody says Mic Check! And we got a drum circle from 8 o'clock in the night to 5 o'clock in the morning, the next morning. People are irritable the next day. They don't want the drum circle there. We got all kinds of tribes down there. I think Mike might have been the chief of those tribes. Because we had, we had the gangbanger tribe, we had the Christian tribe, Muslim tribes, we had the uh, what was the guy's name? I can't think of his name. Oh, the King of the Real Party tribe. We had the love tribe. The Lord of the Fly kids, I call them. Mike must be the tribal leader down there. Mic Check, everybody Mic Check! Sleeping two, damn tired, 1 o'clock in the morning. Mic Check! Everybody just Mic Check. What is going on? Must be a rave. Mic Check's warning us about the rave. Anyway, so Mic Check started getting weak because we were ordered to get out. And we were ordered to get out 12 o'clock Monday morning, where we were gonna be put in jail. Mic Check made sure 6,000 additional people came down here to Occupy L.A. Mic Check! We had an eviction block party in the middle of Maine at first. Right across from the police station. 6,000 people in those goddamn drum circle tribes. We wanted to reprieve. Mic Check! I still wonder who the fuck is this Mic Check, man? Is he Mr. Occupy L.A.? Who is he? This is Mic Check. Because wherever Mic Check is, he's keeping it real night and day. So, we Mic Check. Then tell us about the rave. Matter of fact, I was here doing my show. Then tell us about the rave. I get back to the rave. I got police choking me. I got poor folks feet in my chest. And then I get put under arrest. In a bus with the tribes. And Mic Check was on the bus too. They said Mic Check! Everybody's out on Mic Check. Chatting. Mic Check! Mic Check was on the bus. Even though we had to sit on the bus for nine hours, men and women were forced to urinate on themselves, Mic Check was still cool. Every time somebody peed, Mic Check! So, maybe Mic Check's a doctor or a urinalysis or something like that. So anyway, now we're out of Occupy. We're still Occupy L.A. They said Occupy L.A. Wall Street was built on the back of Main Street. Well, Occupy Main Street right now in front of the L.A. Canoffice. Because we say we don't need Occupy. We multiply. Because this movement is not ending. It's only the beginning. We have a human laboratory there. Mic Check was the scientist. Mic Check told us that we're building a new movement. We're building a vehicle to travel down that road that was paved way before us by others like us. And we're going to have to build that vehicle to travel down that road. And Mic Check says yes. And no one's going to be sitting in the back seat of this bus. This bus is not going to have any back seats. We're all going to ride to freedom and justice up front. You're going to have to build that bus this wide. Only front seats, Mic Check told us. And lastly, Mic Check would tell us before we go to bed at night he would remind us. Mic Check would say, they made leaders Mic Check. They made cheaters Mic Check. But they'll never defeat us. Mic Check. Because the people tonight will never be defeated. Mic Check. And we say, why Mic Check? He says, because we're too strong. Mic Check. We keep on keeping on. Mic Check. We're too legit. Mic Check. Too legit to quit. Mic Check. And the day for all this other crap, there's no more room to take that bullshit. Mic Check. Mic Check. Mic Check. Applause Applause Mic Check. Applause Mic Check. Mic Check. Mic Check. Mic Check. Still a little bit. One more time. Oh god. Applause Applause Thank you everybody else. We are risky here, kid. We are risky. We're on pins and needles. I don't know who's gonna be next. Is it gonna be me? Brother Ishmael. Yeah, may the peace and blessings of the life-giving creative spirit be upon you and upon your family. I'm so glad to be here to honor Dr. Monaco. I would also like to say that, to thank Michael and Irene. And for their little donations. They set up a great website, a historical website for the work of Dr. Monaco. And what makes it such a great website is it's a website that can be hooked into a lot of the organizations down here. That's the whole purpose of getting these donations so Michael and Irene can maintain the website. I'm gonna do a short piece. I'm gonna do a short piece. Dr. Monaco is a superstar. Superstar. As far as I'm concerned in terms of the writer. Superstar. In terms of the writer. Been around a long time you know a whole history of works and stuff like that. Been around a long time you know a whole history of works and stuff like that. When I'm gonna do a piece about the first superstar. When I'm gonna do a piece about the first superstar. When I'm gonna do a piece about the first superstar. The Scriptures say that my people shall be destroyed for like a night. The Scriptures say that my people shall be destroyed for like a night. For like a night. There's two kinds of knowledge here in the physical material world. What is known as ascending and descending knowledge. Ascending knowledge is the knowledge that you access through your physical senses. Plenty of ascending knowledge out there. Just go down to the library or get on the internet. One thing about that ascending knowledge, you're always going to find some error in it. The other kind of knowledge that you have out here in the physical material world is known as descending knowledge. This is the knowledge that comes from the life-giving created spirit. Through a human instrument that is known as a prophet, then it's universally made available to the rest of humanity. This is perfect knowledge. So I'm going to take you back in history. Way back. Before the advent of conventional warfare, when the animals of the earth was in constant conflict with human beings. As if they know that it was the activities of human beings that had caused the catastrophe of the flood to come upon the earth. In the area where early human beings lived, Mesopotamia, you have some of the most dangerous animals on the earth. The mountain, the tiger, the poison, the snakes, and the various predators of the mountain. But the most vicious and ferocious of all the animals on the earth was the leopard. The leopard was a guerrilla warrior. The leopard was one of the few animals on the earth that had absolutely no fear of human beings. He correctly considered them to be his enemies. It was by conquering the leopard and utilizing him in the hunting of the other animals that the oldest son, Akush, would receive the name that would make him the first super warrior, the first superhero, the first superstar. That name? Nimrod. The name Nimrod is taken from the two-part Sumerian word nim that means leopard and rod that means to subdue or conquer. It is Nimrod whose activities in relationship to the animals of the earth that would lay the foundations of the Babylonian empire. The Babylonian religious, political, and economic system. The Babylonian mystery of iniquity. Nimrod was donned the leopard skin, symbolic of his victory over the leopard and parades before the people. He was on his way to becoming the first superstar, the first super warrior, the first superhero, the first superstar. History knows from the past. Talking about misplaced knowledge. Knowledge all of you should know. Portugal went to Africa as enemies. Then as friends. Then as manipulators. Then with the greed of a land touching the greed of our chieftains. Our leaders, our fathers, our protectors. From the greed within they sold us into a life of bondage. The bondage of chains, ships, and whips. The bondage of the mind. Taking us to the islands and breaking our spirits, making us meet humble and afraid. Breaking the thoughts of ancient African kingdoms. They broke our spirit and we tore the sword. We tore under the field of madness, the harvest of sadness. States united for humanity. History knows from the past. Talking about misplaced knowledge. Knowledge all of you should know. History knows about the Emancipation Proclamation 1863. The Buffalo Soldiers fought so you can be free. April 8, 1863, Lincoln. They assassinated Lincoln. Reconstruction came and went. The South made a deal with the North and we had codes. We had black codes and a new type of bondage. History knows from the past. Talking about misplaced knowledge. Knowledge all of you should know. Thank you very much. I'm looking forward to hearing Dr. Mungo, Jim Jackson, and Penelope Tinker. Thank you. Hand shake Hand shake Hand shake Ishmael is one of the most brilliant men I've met in a while. Thank you very much for this great lesson and for also sponsoring this get together. I have a mongrel story. I'm in time, I know time is short. I have a mongrel story though. I have a lot of mongrel stories. But this one is similar to Kay. I was with Dr. Mongrel and he said, Come on man, let's check out a place. I said, Gallery? Which one? He said, I don't know, we're going down here. It's in Santa Monica. Come on, check it out with me, alright? I said, sure, alright, sure. Get down to the gallery. And I'm talking to this guy. He's a ball headed guy. Nice guy. Brilliant. Great mind. He's explaining to me how he's the director of the... Oh, I'm sorry. The gallery that we're visiting. Soon, Mongrel comes up the stairs and starts to talk to the guy. And proceeds to tell him the artist, the artwork, the color scheme, the psychology, the 500 years of history. And the guy is blown away. Because he says, I have been working with this all my life. And this guy, how does he know all this? And I'm scratching my head and I'm saying, damn, how do you know all that, Mongrel? He said, it's been around. That's a good one. Very good. Thank you. I want to bring in the minds of our time. This is tough. The envelope, please. Walt. Alright. Is he here? Is he here? I think Walt left. Okay. What about Dave? Well, he'll show up again. When he comes back, it's his turn. I can see what you were talking about. Who is...is it AI? Al. Al. Say the name of Al. Al. I think they left too. Al be gone. Al be gone. Sure, Al be gone. Okay. Two for two. I just took them in off the street. They weren't going to come back. My good friend and supporter, Leesha. He left too? Got them out the way quick. Yeah, I don't... Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. We're gonna put a beat to it. We're gonna put a beat to it. Right there. This is my man with the plan. Seattle band. Do what you can. Send us a hand. We need a band. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. That's why I love him so much. I mean you just call on me. He's right there Johnny on the spot. Just give my piano man a hand if you can. Thank you. Well my name is Miss A.D. Coming at you originally from the UIC. Now I'm hitting it from LA's infamous CPT. Getting ready to drop a trilogy. A little social commentary. Otherwise don't ask. What's real? Check it out. I'm telling you what's real. I ain't telling no lie. It's a day to day struggle in the ghetto here's why. Bad child born to an underage mother. Before he got a name the little kid got a number. Had a county office in the welfare line. Momma sits all day from titties, nickels, quarters, dimes, droid waves. Till the whole day is through. The social worker thinks she got nothing else to do. Mad stories told from the thousand and four faces. Futuristic slavery of the minority races. Chained to a system. Bow to fail but you don't give a damn cause your checks in the mail. Mental G-E-N-O-C-I you know the deal. Telling no lies I'm just telling what's real. Man got a plan. Black mind killed. Telling no lies I'm telling what's real. I'm telling you. What's real. Miss A-D still into Y-O-U and you what's real. Check it out. I-B-E speaking it. B-E teaching it. B-E preaching it. B-E cause it's so real. Telling to you. Still into Y-O-U what's real. Check it out. Her child grows up. He wanna be a man. Age of nine and Mac 10 in his hand. He ain't seen daddy since he was three. Don't even know that fool name but he spell it D-R-E-E. He was tall, stout, yoked up, had a grip, knocking enemies out. Devastate moment, drippin' twisty in your cap. Straight to your grave where your R-I-P now. But late one night in the hood in South Park. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop. Ring out the door. Tree got off the phone but he was overmatched. Just like bat, his life was snatched. Now mama's left here burying her son. Another tragedy but only one of those scandalous tales yet to be revealed. I ain't telling no lies. I'm telling what's real. I'm telling you. What's real. Miss A-D spell it to Y-O-U-N-U. What's real? Check it out. I-B-E addressing it. B-E professing it. B-E confessing it. B-E cause it's so real. Tell it to you. Spell it to Y-O-U-N-U. What's real? Look what happened to her. Child was lost. That's the number one fact. But gangsta don't know how to act. Set up gang fights. Hide and go seek. Gang was ditching food five days a week. He was hanging out. On the block scene. Pants hanging low. Trying to be mean. Want to be tough. He want to be bad. He want to have things that daddy never had. Broke chain, broke chain. Masachi baton. Where oh where have those simple things gone? That you kill it then kill it. Almost kill it. On the run lying. Crying. Inside dying. Dying to be way back when. He stood one inch from his mama's chair. Cause now lessons are learned the hard way. Lockdown. Ruin time. Day by day. Ten years. Stretching out and gave him. Ten years. Put them braces on for ten years. He put mama through hell. Staring at her baby in the jail cell. Ten years. Being on a white freedom do feel. Ain't telling why Uzoon alive. Telling why Uzoon's real. Whitey got a plan. Black mind kill. Telling no lies. Telling what's real. Thank you. Thank you. You messed it. You messed it. You messed it. You messed it. You're a continuist you're a I want to take a moment real quick. I know we're burning out of time. I know you won't want to do it. Michael, would you like to say something? Well, I just want to thank everybody for coming out. And, uh... Thank you. Yeah! Oh, yeah! So, uh... You guys! You are the best. Show us what you got, man! So, you know, many years ago, I was working down there at Alice Bar. I was going to L.A. City College in Golden Grove. And, uh, I was doing a late night shift. And, uh, I had an old... Is it Gremlin? Anyway, the doors were just shattered and it didn't really work too well. I was coming out from the bar and the door opened. And there was this black dude getting involved there. It was just like right around the time of Carjack. It was just like... This is true. And I just thought, I don't know. Like, maybe it's all over now. And, uh... Anyway, the guy said, drive. He started driving. And he just started to do this poem called Penitentiary. And, uh... And I was riveted. I was totally riveted. I mean, I was just... I was there on a penitentiary level, working, driving through downtown L.A. And, um... He just said, draw me off here. And then... Mike, too. Mike, time to begin. Speak up a little. Okay, so... I was just saying, Mungo, Carjack me one minute. And, uh... Anyway, he... It was just an amazing, amazing piece of... I was completely out there. It was just through me. And, um... Like, that kind of performance, that kind of thing to happen. And, uh... So I got to know Mungo. And so many years ago, I made a little film about him. I think it's called Tanabe. And Drew, my sub-tier, did an amazing soundtrack. And, um... That was so many years ago. And I, you know... I was just like, I'm gonna do this. I'm gonna do this. I'm gonna do this. I'm gonna do this. I'm gonna do this. I'm gonna do this. I'm gonna do this. 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And so, not a lot of this has been published. Drew's done some great work with music and Mungo. And I just wanted to get some more visual work done to Mungo. So, you know, all these years I've been wanting to do this. And 20 years later last year I did some videotaping and I met Irene. She's over here. And she helped me put this website together. And, you know, that's just how it happened. And it's still in a flux and I still want to get much more of Mungo. Because so much needs to be, I think, gathered and put out there. And so that's what I'm doing. And so I started to do that and I got the website. It's sorted together and it's there. Take one of these home. Check it out. It's on your page. Some of the videos. And there's more going to be on there. So. You know, I just got that going. And through Mungo I got in touch with Ishmael. And we just, he put this night together with Jamal, Mungo. And that's just where it's at now. So it's just great to be able to see all you people in here. Mungo's work done through other people. See him come up here. And I just hope there's a lot more of it to come. And, yeah, check the website out. And that's it. Thank you. Thank you. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Alright. Getting to the goodies. Alright, this is, if we don't hear anything else but this tonight, you should hear it ten times in a row. If everybody wanted to do this one poem, I'll let you read my copy, but I better get it back. I wouldn't take a million dollars for this. My uncle gave me this years ago when he wrote it. So much genius in every word. I want you to, it's hard to catch because there's so much coming at you. But every word's a jewel of genius, so I really want you to take this in. This is a poem by our beloved, honored Dr. Mungo. We've been taking too long to get around to what he has to say. I'm so excited that I have an opportunity to steal your work in front of everybody. What a joy! I get to be really brilliant for this moment. Calling 21st century poets. First call. Calling 21st century poets. Hardcore, vitriolic, underground poets. Outspoken, spoken word, guerrilla poets. To challenge the system. Declare war on class and privilege. Homelessness, poverty, hunger. Hoist the flag. Carry the torch of love and peace. Burn pyramid pyres and set the world aflame. The scorching truth is knowledge. Calling 21st century poets. To confront, tear down, pulverize. Stone age myth, lore, superstitions. And the rubbish of recycled, refrigerated hypocrisy. Shamhood and questionable paradigms. Calling 21st century poets. Underground guerrilla poets. Outspoken, spoken word, poets. To deliver it. Fiery words. Constant tirade. Harsh verbal assaults. Oratorical death blows. Against tyranny, intimidation, torture, execution. Blanket assassinations and forced suicides. 21st century poets. Against injustice, racism, sexism, prejudice, bigotry, ethnic cleansing, and void of vigilantism. Steeped and opinionated, un-Dalysisms. 21st century poets. Against executive, legislative, judicial exclusion. Slavery, genocide, extinction. 24th century poets. Against pseudo-historians, preachers, personalizing hatred. Race supremacy. And thin incendiary flames of fanaticism. Coated in the written and spoken word. Calling to arms. 21st century poets. Dissident, revolutionary, lipmasters. To hurl explosive word bombs. At corrupt, self-serving institutions. Creating dumbed-down mentalities. To serve and protect the pompous and loquacious. Theophilosophical gurus. And eccentric social planners. Intellectualizing from swelled heads. Squeezed by helmets, stocking caps, and greasy do-rags. Frail, twisted bodies. Clothed beneath white-frothed robes. Camouflaged khakis. And three-piece suits. Call the 21st century poets. To stand, step up, and revive the voices of Ezekiel, Jeremiah, and prophets. Howling in the wilderness. Throating denunciatory complaint protests. Against eroders of freedom and liberty. Poisoners of ecosystems, environment, village, community, mind, body. With stealth, flying salt shakers. Dispensing germs, disease, plague. And unsuspecting on unsuspecting mothers, fathers, children. And live in pecks. Calling 21st century poets. To rail against government-sponsored growth prohibition. Agricultural arsonists. Armed global juggernauts. Financed by military-industrial complex. Carried out by scorched earth policies. With search and destroy brutality. In our backyards and homes. Calling dedicated, front-line, uncorruptible. Poets. Outspoken word. Spoken word. Poets. To expose the pharmaceutical government university complex. The privatized prison criminal justice system complex. 21st century poets. To unmask zebron provocateurs. Spewing hatred, discord from spaceships and cavernous capcoms. Calling 21st century poets. Hardcore, vitriolic, underground poets. Outspoken, spoken word, guerrilla poets. Iconoclastic, revolutionary, die-hard poets. To pound home Milton's dictum. The pen is mightier than the sword. And do battle against powerful, greedy, corporate musketeer. Plutocrats, oligarchs, international bankers. And unprincipled industrialists. Shipping deadly viruses. Contaminated foods and weapons. To impoverish third world nations. And through our children's playgrounds. Flooding markets with cloned, vegetative and meat products. Approved by underhanded USDA inspectors. Neatly wrapped and packaged at fast food chains. Tempting our finger-licking good appetites. With a simple line of biscuits and bleached french fries. Calling 21st century poets. Verbal soldiers, oral mercenary crusaders. David versus Goliath types. To slingshot vituperative diatribes. Wield ox goads and ducky jaw bones. As did Shagmar and Samson. Crumbled pillars of corruption. Erected on propagandized foundations. Footing ignorance and fear. 21st century poets. To expose and rebuke appointed Benedict Arnold. Sitting in high places and overseeing governments. While usurping and compromising civil rights. Individual rights. Calling 21st century poets. To raise up a hibernating narcotic-thetized people. A complacent, forgetful, gullible people. A trusting, lovable rainbow people. To raise the bar and lambast. Admonish, censure and condemn. Ultras and polluters. Killing and testing death concoctions. On indigenous, aboriginal, poor, oppressed, conquered, imprisoned cargo. Snatched and shipped from past tents to present day penitentiaries. Building as usual concentration camps. Black and brown leper colonies. Dotting rural landscapes. With oversized pillboxes controlled and operated by Carmeliotic devils. Calling, calling 21st century writers. Musicians. Rappers. Activists. Citizens. Poets. Of the world to speak out. Against capital punishment is murder. Against manufactured starvation. Food not bombs. Against flagrant child labor. Deforestation. International espionage. Global domestic terrorism. And weapons of mass destruction. Calling 21st century poets. To examine and question policies of WTO. IMF. WB. FCC. IBM. FB. ICIA. DAR. MAPD. NYPD. GOP. IRS. ATMs. FHA. DEA. IRS. INS. This is the end of the program. This poem has just begun. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10 years ago at least. Give Kenny Rains another hand. I didn't know he was going to be so powerful. That was great. There are three more poets who want to read. We want to write. We want to go. We want to go. Mongo. Mongo. Mongo. They are calling for you. Oh my gosh. May we ask when you wrote that, Mongo? I think it was around 2.30. I thank you all for coming. We are running a little late. We are only 10 minutes. I wanted to do 15 minutes. Thank God I only have 2.10. You know, there is no way I can measure up to how you made me feel tonight. You already have measured up. If I wasn't such a humble person, I would cry. I am crying within myself. I am really, really thankful. I have done my best to stay sober tonight. Because I sometimes let that get the best of me. But my brokenness this night has been from you to me. Mongo. Mongo. I am only going to do one or two points. And what I am going to do is share my persona for a minute. I am going to do a little bit of a But as most of you know, I am Dr. Mongo. Look for me in cracks. I am a crack. I am a crack. And crevices. Many a geratomic sparks traversing energetic nearness. Look for me in dark canyons, caves, catacombs, and casks. I am thriving in volcanoes, putrid humans. Dungeons, cyclones, faults, hormones, seismic orgasms, and concealed faults. I am nature's patient. your patient therapy. Bring me neurotic, psychotic, schizoid, paranoid, catatonic, hebefrenics, and I will explore ambiguities woven in subconscious fabric. We'll spin the mishmash of polarized intellect. Well-pitched circuits, inflate muscular blowouts, reconstruct sensory atrophy. I am Dr. Monroe, wasting no time on regrets, pursuing cherished ideas, delivery in gutters, alleys, sewers, gullies, and rings, catch my wind, inhale my breath, and I'll be free. Breathe in my breath, emit my gas, meet yourself. Pardon the counter-stroke. The last ditch doer died, never say die in the promise. Look for me on auction blocks, reservations, concentration, internment camps, and galley ships. Conspiring with kingdom. Yada, Geronimo, Rosenwald, Posh, Kiyoshi, and Stokely Beiges. Find me resting contentedly in the warm protective shields of igloos, teepees, adobes, and presidential mansions. For I tread trails, pathways, byways, freeways, railways, and airways, all ways, on foot, bikes, waterways, railways, and space shuttles. I am fossil institutions, museums of delicate tapestry, the chiselings of a chisel are the antiseptic smell of the morgue and its children. I am the delta, the Ozarks, Appalachia, dated on arrival in the U.S. of A., but revived in her rags, the riches saga. I am Al Capps, handsome man with bulging muscles as fools and women. Mandrake the magician is my partner, Mud and Jeff my friends, Dagwood and Blondie my neighbors, Lady Gaga my views. I am Dr. Mines. I am Dr. Mungo. No, I am Tiny Tim. Leaving crutch marks in the new soft snow, I am Tiny Tim tiptoeing through the tulips. I am Dr. Mungo, existing in the immortality of the gods. I am the godhead, abortion of all existence. liquids, solids, gases, and droid. Bring me the ostracized, dehumanized, disenfranchised, for my institutions are vast turgonauts. Christian hope, trampling injustice and ignorance. I am the I. I am the I. The I, the ear, the mouth, universal sense, times, and memorials, sane hearing, speaking, oh evil. I am astrologer, astronomer, augur, not astronaut. Look for me on the high seas and in deep space. Find me. In Lhasa, Mecca, Jerusalem, and huddled with the downed prod, in bean and soup wines on skid row. But above all, look and find me, find me within you. This is a newly written poem. This was a poem of, you know, most of the stuff that I'm doing, people don't even hear about how much the volume of my work were. I've written about over, I've written over 10,000 poems during my lifetime. And I don't remember but one or two of them. Can't really remember. . . That's the truth. So I'm going to read this poem. It's entitled The Rape. The night was drenched. Did I say I'm going to read this poem? I'm going to enunciate this poem. Because I'm an enunciator now. . . The night was drenched. . The night was drenched in blackness. Only fireflies and cat eyes witnessed the life and death struggle taking place in a garbage room alley. . A purse emptied of contents. . Lipstick, mascara, and money evidence splattered blood. . High-heeled shoes singing the toad each other. . A scuffle accompanied by pants and mounds punctuated a deafening night. . . . A bruised and blank lip smeared with the corpuscle of victory. . . Tested bits of flesh along ridges of her gums and between her biting teeth. . The stickiness of blood stained her palm and fingers. . .! the dead man's face who had tried to rape her as she pulled a knife from his chest. My god sister. Okay. Applause More! More! Okay, so, okay, I'll do, uh, this is a point about my first love. My first love. You know, uh, she came riding on the mane of a wild black stallion. Her eyes darted back and forth and quick observance flickered with the intensity of something possessed. Rubies pierced her ears, emeralds, diamonds, sapphires, golds, spoke of who she was. A goddess of love and beauty, a temptress, Eve, Curious Pandora, a black eagle, I love destructive Jezebel who understood the serpent's tongue. The devil's god and God's intentions. She came riding on the wings of an ill wind, searching for love in a heartless world. Seeking to extend her free spirit. Her coming signaled the death beat of chauvinistic egos, peewee principles, and the micro-mini-morals of a damning and cast-fraid man. As when she was a child, she was a child of the devil. She was a child of the devil. She was a child of the devil. She was a child of the devil. In the roar of ocean, in the sound of thunderclaps dropped in an echo chamber, her voice gushed forth as she said, I want freedom and happiness. I want to be loved. I want others to understand me the way I understand myself. She said, I need the spirit of freedom in order to survive. Warm, strong hands took her rest and touched my soul. But above all I needed must have joy. She said, touch me. Understand destiny. Kiss my lips. Realize salvation. Soothe my spirit becoming mortal. Tell me you love me. Be mine along and I'll make you God. She rode on tumultuous tides, earth-wicked, held between her sparkling teeth, her hair inked in the sky as she bellered out. Is there one man among you who will give me no reason to question, need to destroy or betray? Is there just one man among you who will water my circus, navigate my stormy seas, corral my seas, and make me a man of the world? Corral my passion? See if there is such a man, oh I pray there is, I know there is, please won't you be mine? Invite me into your most private chamber? Tranquilize my pulsations with poetry written for such an occasion? If so, you'd better believe I'll become your mate in the world. I'll become your mate in the world. And we'll be each other's totality. Okay. Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!! He got away, disguised as a jack-tar, sitting on the dock of the bay. This jack is on the loose running wild, a murderous psychopathic child, an egotistic monster with a jack-leg smile. He turned an inch into a mountain out of this. Three jacks, four jacks, pick up jacks. This jack doesn't draw jacks, eat flapjacks, crack jacks, play jackstones, jack straws, blackjack. Every nine minute shot of jack as he plots his next attack. This jack a bad jack, a radical fanatical maniacal jack. Crackpot jackass jack looking for a jackpot. He'll attack you up jack. Jack sky jack, car jack, push back. This jack's a jacker with an international criminal jacket. A wilding coyote, Tasmanian devil blue. Jackass. A blue bearded jack, the ripper jack of working jacks. Jack of all trades. The jack of names. Jack in the box. Faster than a cheetah, slayer than a fox. Seven, eight, nine, six. Jacks. Pick up jacks. Okay. Thank you very much again for coming. I have really enjoyed this. Really, really enjoyed this. There are three more poets to read. Thank you very much. You know, it's, you know, it's taking a while. Who hasn't read and wants to read? Oh, wait a minute. One more, okay, hold on. One more from you. My signature. I was gonna say that, and my dad, come on, yeah. I am vindictive, ruthless, an eye for an eye. The compass stroke last ditch, but never sink to die. I'm heartless, ferocious, grossly inhumane, fiendishly satanic, a low down dirty shaman. I'm heartless, your nature repulsive, defile, arrogance, treachery, abuses my style. My name is Penitentiary, a maid of steel and stones, and should you land in my domain, I'll crack your fashion bones. You're not as tough, and rightly so, when without your knife or gun, I'll have your ass before you blink for life, now you're in the final. I've several ways to handle you. I'm a man of the law. I'll handle you as if you like it rough. On ways to hurt and break men, I haven't found enough just to push me off and be doing you. I know you will not win. I've been around for quite some time, since the span of sin. I've held the toughest men there were behind my cold, great sword. I've watched them risk their worthless lives trying to scale my wall. Now some were killed. Few escaped. Later to return for crimes far worse than before, and then I watched them prime. My name is Penitentiary. Let me come straight from the cuff. I'll crack your head, rip out your heart. I hope you call my bluff. You flapped your huge illicit wings between the grips of law. Then you made that one mistake that trapped you in his claws. You preyed upon the weak, the old, and made them figure it through. Well listen, faggot, bitch, take note. The tables turns on you. I'm in command. I hold the cards. I call the do's and don'ts. Create the frenzy. Feed the hopes of all your needs and wants. Now set your thirst for freedom fire. I'll light your smoldering whip. Supply the gas. Provide the blimp. And I will light you big. Handle continuosly. Handle continuosly. Handle continuosly. Handle continuosly. Handle continuosly. Oh, I was intrigued. I'll make a couple notes for you right away. I don't think you can. Well, anyways, a tribute to Dr. Mungo's website launch, 2011, Mungerman, 2012, freedom, holiday, happy new year, Merry Christmas, happy quarantine, I love y'all, and I love you, too. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. I'm from here. I keep going. Remember we can do the thing at the large wall. Large wall? Yeah. I keep going. I'm going to get you out. Okay. Is that you? Andrea. Yeah, that's me. I'm going to hold on now. No, I told you. I told you. I'm going to hold on. I'm going to hold on. I'm going to hold on. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.