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Jon Leon Guiana Seagulls 2025 Acrylic on kraft paper 11.5" x 13.5"

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White Wizzard Ready For Grand Return! White Wizzard return with renewed purpose as the band unveils Embrace the Hate, the first of two new singles leading into a major new era for the group.

White Wizzard Ready For Grand Return!

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Brad Liening, Sick Poor n Stupid

We have capitals, but no punctuation. Line breaks, but no meter or rhyme.

Yesterday's Jon Leon poem mingled sacred with profane. Here Liening draws a distinction, then muddies the waters.

A world not given to moments

What is a world? Literally a planet, perhaps. But really any ecosystem, environment, culture, system that is partially self-enclosed, partially bounded and semipermeable.

And Liening says A world. He doesn't say The world or This world. There is a sense that not all worlds are like this. Perhaps past worlds were different, or future worlds. Perhaps there are other ways of being.

So Liening posits a world—perhaps it is only hypothetical; perhaps it is a dream, or a vision—which is not given to moments. What is a moment? A short period of time, yes, but also a short period of time which can feel almost infinite when lived. We speak of living in the moment and being appreciative of the moment. There is a sense of presence and gratitude in the concept of moment. So a world that is not given to moments—that has not given itself over to moments, or is not predisposed or inclined to moments—is a world that does not linger. That is not present. That is always future-looking, always rushing onward impatiently. It does not savor.

A world not given to moments / of lyric intensity

"Lyric" evokes the notion of lyric poetry, or a song lyric. Something musical, something romantic, yes something aesthetic. Perhaps this world lacks a poetical or philosophical or aesthetic or even sacred dimension. It is profane, too material, obsessed with growth vectors. Maybe.

Among the discount daycare centers

It's a lovely bit of alliterative work—(d)is(c)ount (d)ay(c)are. But what it communicates is this image of something sacred, child-rearing, which has come under a system of capital, come under market forces. And parents who, either because they're poor or because they're cheap, or maybe both, have decided essentially to hang on to pieces of green paper—I'm massively simplifying—in exchange for inferior rearing of their children. They have "sold out." Which brings us to...

Prolific anarchists comfortably ensconced within academia

To be prolific is to be productive, literally productive—fertile; to produce young, to produce fruit—which connects to the daycare centers. The word "prolific" is more commonly used these days to mean "producing copious amounts of work" (text, speech, cultural objects). So it's playing on this connection, this common cultural metaphor, where artworks are children, one's academic work is one's children, etcetera. But also "productivity" in a capitalist sense—to be academically prolific is to rack up large numbers of citations, papers, publications, etcetera. It is to play a point-based game in the academic market, a profane and self-interested and self-advancing game—a march; an accumulation; "number go up"—at the cost of something far more sacred.

Anarchists are individuals who subscribe to an anti-institutional ideology; here we see them "comfortably ensconced"—secreted away, protected and hidden, perhaps for their own comfort, perhaps because they are made impotent when secreted away, when hidden in a tower like Rapunzel, or Santa Barbara. And to be comfortable and complacent and part of an institutional system goes against that ideology. None of that difficult raw improvisatory anarchic living, but one that is routine and bureaucratic and systematized. Perhaps the anarchist ideology is merely lip service; perhaps these anarchists are hypocrites; or perhaps they have been won over, transformed, metamorphosed, seduced by this institution, which claims the mantle and name of the sacred, yet is anything but...

White Castles metamorphosing into KFCs

White Castle and KFC (Kentucky Fried Chicken) are both fast food restaurants. In many ways they stand for the ultimate in capital's profanity. They are cheap, they are discount options, highly processed. Idiocracy shows a world with only fast-food options. Globalization's icons are Coca-Cola and McDonalds. But again we suspect something sacred—food; meat; the taking of animal life for sustenance—has been profanized in its commercialization.

The other thing that's interesting here is that "White Castle" also evokes the past, it evokes a medieval tower, the sort of thing you might be ensconced within for protection. It's secure, it's safe, you can throw someone in a dungeon or survey from the protected battlements. It keeps people in but it also keeps people out. And it is white—it is idealistic, pure, at least in its paint job.

We often call academia an ivory tower. Which is to say a White Castle. So there's a reading of this line where Liening's saying that academia itself is being made into a fast food chain, that it's being captured by capital. The anarchists are captured by academia, and academia is captured by capital. And the family at the daycare center are being seized by market forces.

Yesterday's poem by Jon Leon treated this subject directly, the way capital appears to be winning, appears to be a force all its own, in the Nick Land Accelerationist sense. "Market forces," autonomous self-perpetuating power. Something profane and material and horrifying that takes on sacred guises, to complete its aim (the black goddess; social justice empowerment) but beneath the mask are insidiously accomplishing their own self-interest. And academia, Liening suggests, is in a similar position. Along with the political radicals who are pulled into its fold.

After long periods of weedy pupation

Pupation is the process by which a caterpillar metamorphoses into a butterfly. It is a natural lifecycle. There is destruction involved in this process of creation. The caterpillar is ensconced in a protective chrysalis or cocoon. (Many commentators of our atomized, "neoliberal" world use the cocoon as a metaphor for contemporary life's capture by digital market forces: We do not leave our apartments; we stream entertainment and use delivery food apps or shop in self-checkout lines; we watch porn and smoke weed and listen to podcasts for parasocial needs. Comfortable, yes, ensconced, yes, and also depressing. Cut off from the world, as if in an ivory tower.)

"Weedy" here might refer to marijuana, but it mostly means literal weeds, which grow up through the cracks, this unwanted greenery that nonetheless flourishes because of some vital life-force within it, some drive for self-perpetuation.

And one way that agriculture gets talked about is that agriculture is a process of growing and harvesting "weeds." Weeds, technically speaking, are plants that sprout up quickly and flourish in disrupted ecologies—after fires or clearcuttings or when the soil is disrupted. After a time, without such disruptions, more longterm, slower life strategies like forests reappear. They take a lot of time to grow, but once they've grown, they crowd out the sun and kill off the weeds, and then they live for centuries.

So when ecological disruption is minimal, we end up with these beautiful (and sacred!) old growth forests. Metaphorically speaking, in our contemporary society, we are constantly being "disrupted" (the favored parlance of Silicon Valley). Accelerating pace of change means that for the last few hundred years, humans have been struggling to keep up with the engine of capital. So many of our slower, traditional rituals, habits, and tactics of being—our traditional forms of childrearing, say, or the way we consume meat—have been disrupted, and we instead get "weedy" traditions which perpetually replace them.

And agriculture, in this model, is the process of perpetually disrupting soil, perpetually clearcutting crops and tilling, to prevent long-term life strategies from emerging. Allowing only short and flimsy green "towers" and castles to sprout up, then mowing them down for harvest, and tilling the soil so taller, harder-to-topple arboreal towers do not emerge. In these cycles, energy is produced and consumed which feeds the growth of... "capital," or evolution, or whichever accelerationist moniker for Power you prefer. Which brings us to our next line...

Encampment, cyclically erected and destroyed

To my mind, this evokes nothing if not the Tower card in tarot systems: The collapsing tower, liquifying stone, the fall from the heavens like Icarus. We humans build our Babels, and God strikes them down for our hubris. Of course in tarot, the Tower is a terrifying but also hopeful card; it signifies new beginnings. In other words, the Tower is a card of metamorphosis.

Encampment re-evokes the earlier ensconcing. And also the chrysalis or cocoon. All these protective structures—themselves boundaried forms of closure, each such structure creating "a world."

There is a cyclical process of creation and destruction, but it's unclear whether capital's seemingly unstoppable arrow is hindred/slain by the toppling of the tower, or whether it is in this very process of creative destruction that capital's arrow works at all. Perhaps capital is the driver which subjects us to these cycles, for its own furtherance.

Graffiti layered over graffiti until every person and piece of art is illegible

The palimpsest. Rather than some ideal vision of information as re-compressing itself, cleaning and tidying itself up, we have the mess. There is only more and more and more and more information. (We are "overloaded.") And as it mounts it becomes staggering incomprehensible, in the way that nature is staggering incomprehensible and fractally complex as you zoom in.

Bright flowers that speak to you the moment before you vanish

The moment. Here it is at last. In a world not given to moments, we have a moment. And it comes right in the end.

Bright flowers. Not dull, but vivid, and giving off light. And if the graffiti was illegible, this speaks to you in a clear voice, in the moment before you vanish. Topple. Fall.

The flower is a blooming process, a metamorphosis, like the erecting of towers, or a White Castle turning into a KFC, or a caterpillar blooming into a butterfly. Often there is a further stage: The flower becomes fruit. Becomes fecund, fertile—becomes prolific. The fruit falls (as a tower topples), and its seeds implant, and in a year there will be a new flower. Structures are erected and destroyed, but evolution marches—if not forward, onward.

Wait, what

A hesitation. A pause of confusion. A desire to linger. Here is that moment, here is that eternality in an instant.

What is going on? A surprise. That this is how it goes? Really?

Here is our moment of lyric intensity. Building and growth, the forward-looking march, may not be given to lyrical moments. But the old man staring down death is very much lyrical, very much a poet, savoring the last instants before his fall. Stretching into eternity, hovering in mid-air before your brain realizes you're plummeting. Still hasn't registered the fact. Stuck in a millisecond.

Your last words

Your graffiti, layered over graffiti.

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JON LEON OF WHITE WIZZARD SHARES UPDATE

White Wizzard have been a bit of the radar slightly in recent years due to various things going on behind the scenes. From health related issues to being heavily engaged in band activity. The band also had their social media hacked so they have also been focused on rebuilding that. But great things are happening and Jon Leon of White Wizzard has reassured us that there is plenty to come from the…

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JON LEON STARTS THE STORY OF WHITE WIZZARD SERIES

Founder of the legendary nwothm band White Wizzard Jon Leon recently started a brand new series which combine videos and more to tell the story of White Wizzard from the beginning. The posts will be telling the story from his perspective so expect to discover a lot about the band that you did not know! White WIzzard have been out of the spotlight the past year or so due to Jons accident which…

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da "diphasic rumors" / jon leon. 2005

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  Diphasic Rumors / Jon Leon 35

5.1 am a man like other men. Find

that Death rattles its boxes. Finding out

the sea is no place for… The battles 5.6 witness.

The hex below 5.8 drawers. Be brief. A staunch

supporter of antithetical propositions. 4.7

wanted to shoot 5.3 in the leg for being such a nonentity

but 4.7 didn’t have a gun, only a flare. 5.1

has become the Wall. The New City, marginalia,

p…

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Press for Hexus Journal vol II

“We’re getting ready for Halloween by sacrificing our staff at the alter of Hexus Journal” ICA Bookshop

“This publication is a treasure to hold and a perfect to read for the Halloween weekend” It’s Nice That

Launch at Ditto Gallery, London, featuring a gallery display of artwork by Sally Wright, film work from Erica Eyres, and a reading of a work by Jon Leon.

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White Wizzard lösen sich auf

Noch anfangs Jahr haben White Wizzard mit Infernal Overdrive ein neues Album auf den Markt gestellt. Jetzt nicht einmal ein halbes Jahr später gibt Gitarrist Jon Leon die Auflösung der Band aus Los Angeles bekannt

Well the time has come. I started White Wizzard in late 2007 a little over 10 years ago. With the first line up we crafted a great EP that sadly had too much talent in one band to last….. From there….I wrote 4 full length albums I am very proud of and had some fantastically talented musicians that played on them. Regardless of the internet bullshit written about me or the band, it was formed in the spirit of the music I loved and nothing more. It has always been about the music to me. I feel all of our work has been world class and not only do I feel it is the best and most consistent in the “classic metal revival” genre so to speak… But I feel our last and final album Infernal Overdrive can hang with anything put out the past 20 years in rock and metal. I am very proud of the work this project has done. I feel it can and will stand the test of time. But time does pass and some things run their course. So unfortunately I have to announce that White Wizzard is over. There will be no more albums or live shows. The last album is it. I am glad we got to do it. I am proud of the latest video for Chasing Dragons and I wish all members of the band past and present well in their musical and personal journeys. For me, a new ticket and a new ride must be bought and taken. So as this journey ends, a new one begins. This will be my last post about this. It is time to end Jon Leon as well. Keep making music and loving it, because there is not much else in this world that is as real and special. All the best and to the fans, thank you. Jon Leon

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