THE PLANET MAN
This poem, written in the winter of 1968, enjoyed a
2 year haul of celebrity in such diverse places as
top dog powerful FM stations, be-ins, rock festivals,
recordings, and audiences ranging from the Pacific
Coast, East Coast Canada and U.S., and internationally.
'The Planet Man' was well hailed
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HISTORY
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Recorded in conjunct with an associate who wrote a brand new
classical music score to go along strong in background for the
voice of a moi' reciting rhythmically, tapes in several versions
were played several times a week on more than one late night
FM radio and made its way into the top slot evening lineup
on Vancouver's top AM Rock and Roll show off and on. On
the East coast, movement was gaining momentum through a
young Newfoundlander who had inherited a chain of 5
radio stations from father gone, plus money, enough to
revamp the 5 stations into 200,000 watt FM'ers (the most
powerful radio transmitters available at that time) and
went online as a 5 station string of 'Peace Stations'
The opener for first on-air broadcast took place
in Montreal in late 1969, at exactly midnight the
switch was thrown to initiate new 'Peace' broadcasting,
with live remote from a hotel room in Montreal where John
Lennon and wife Oko were holed up in a bed in the hotel
room running an internation world peace forum from that
bed. The new station went on line at precisely midnight,
with opening chords of music and words flooding the 200,000
watt FM airwaves - my recording of
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INTRODUCTION
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english does not have suitable words to discuss
such things as man/woman, woman/man, female/male,
male/female . the whole of God ontology is in terms
of Him, He, and His, and there is nothing else in english
to talk about other, in metaphorical terms . alas . the Planet
Man is not a man nor a woman , but a state of being , observation .
sorry that English demands use of the words 'planet Man' to try to
evoke a whole gist in one metaphor . In fact , english is so badly
drafted by the men who originally drafted english, that the words
'planet woman' would simply be written off as very bad poetry .
figure it out . You have work to do.
Greydon
July 14, 1996.
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THE PLANET MAN
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today the planet man
came into my mind
flashing a world
while I flashed mine
there were glimpses of moving friendly entities
a riot of feelings images
a vast simplicity
he then said :
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it is strange to see your cities regulated by
flashing colored traffic lights .
does such pagentry mean the caravan of a man ?
shadows of the incomprehensible rigidly
rub around you
hulla hoop your mind
around the problem of humanity
many are ready for it
otherwise the human scream is preposterous
much of life is a struggle
and sooner or later you will sigh
it doesn't matter where when how or why
someday you will sigh
it only matters that in you something mustn't sigh
mad machines
the mechanical bribes
the men that make them
twelve foot clanking dances are a quick way to die
the only time the world seems steady
is during an earthquake
what makes your life so miserable
you seem to thrive on being ignorant
even being innocent of being ignorant
you go right on
being ignorant until you die
your face winks out .
an awesome kind of humanity
to go on as living
a race determined to die .
to say i never think of you
is a lie
i am both whole and happy
yet now i embark on a strange
journey through your city of
life
so much
on the one side your presence is almost unbearable in me
your eyes lie in openings
made pale by deep pre-occupations
your precious feelings
diddle their ends
in the pools of your brain
tooling life away
caught in hallucinatory whirlpools of seething levels an
odd spirit of rage
rages . bashing the dim streets of memory
ghosts of the whole human flicker by brilliantly for an instant
fade into despair
your present suddenly arrives a highway of hoary images
gaping lovelessly where my feelings flow openly
there was a time
when i was too innocent not to love you .
no longer so vulnerable
pain takes my eyes
how the world looks
the love i have
has fingers of grief
a staggering pity
my mind is a glass castle of bold urgencies
all this happens when i
try to love you
yet the whole self soul wanderer
will never bear my grin away
your subliminal telepaths for help -
at times faint and intermittant
then loud and clear
like music from a windy blind -
the wind turns the music ancient
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on the other side
look around you to the eyes of the friendly people
watch them as they pass by
recognize the expression ? remember it !
these are cosmic eyes
look for many dimensions in these same eyes
starfire hangs at the verycenter
here is the heart of consciousness and galaxies
this living fire is eternal
it is looking right at you
you will notice how these jewels are laughing
for these are your friends
who love you
in your escalator of consciousness
lies the real world
it is simply awareness of kind
tuning into your thoughts as they happen
subjectively
or from mind to kind .
the process is natural
occuring outside the confines of
ego or mind
in this place
feelings flow opening
reality becomes the whole space .
recognition is no longer just
intuitional . vibrations of love
cosmic love , intelligence in the universe
become very real functions of the
whole human who is happy .
these are no denied passions .
mine are not whispery lips
rubbering idle seclusions you are eternally expanding
when humankind is together on a common frequency of love the i
of us all stands together and thriving .
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the planet man
tip toes in to our minds kindly
gently in we lovingly begin to
rearrange the landscape
we live the concept of
nobody being supreme
what could be more beautiful than sacrificing our
shoes and socks
what greater gift is there than to share life living
for all time
a greater meaning is to be heard in the
stars
and the color of their eyes in the galaxy.
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greydon moore
february 22 . 68
vancouver canada
re-edited Ottawa Spring . 95
re-edited Ottawa Fall . 95
re-edited Ottawa Summer . 96
re-edited Ottawa Fall . 96