So my wise friend James Burton Yockey turns to me last night with the most serious look on his face & he says "I'm not an American you know. It's true. I'm in fact... an Earthling. I live in a different zone you see, but I reside on planet Earth". This is shortly before he pulls from the thick humid air a fully improvised stream of poignant philosophical thought which he kindly translates to English. It assumes the form of a beat poem. Words roll off his tongue effortlessly as if he is merely a conductor…