1972 -me 20 years old in the upper right hand corner.
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"Jefferson Airplane was a first amendment band in many ways..." - Jack Cassidy, bassist for Jefferson Starship
"we are all outlaws in the eyes of Amerika....we should be together all you people hangin' round together...up against the Wall, up against the Wall, tear down the Wall you muthafvl<ah's ..."- Paul Kantner
Ground control to Major Godot. - Jefferson Airplane
"To quote St. Sam Beckett, "Nothing to be done" but one must try while gnawing at a withered radish and twisting an appearing and disappearing hat in hand. Odd rituals somehow matter even if artifactual (though Jung would argue differently but tonight I am an existentialist).
Ground control to Major Godot." - Warren Falcon
Needed this tonight [see video linked below the text]. I was a teen in '60's collective insanity which was not insanity but an long overdue uprising for justice, equality, questioning long presuppositional aka pre-conscious/presumed/assumed aka "un-thoughts", aka societal "givens" then-and-still-now-preceding-insisted-upon immoveable (or else) so-called "foundations" [aka preferences/urgencies of threatened Western (aka Supreme) culture etc.).
And now I am 70 y/o and am STILL even more (as I experience it in my seven decades) of collective insanity...and still I experience the need to reconnect with something that made the livid splintered life sentence realer aka more meaningful, meaning at least existence made more sense than was currently that ab-sence force fed to me in harm's hamlet, Stillborn Falls of Major Misieracordia of the Stale Pone and Penance where in my 'yoot', a most most already addled kid/teen, spawned and educated in a Southern (oy!) white culture that couldn't, and still can't, tell its pale ass from a red dirt hole in the ground but made sure with Biblical chapter and verses that that Holy Foot of misperceived God Image remained up every ass, most certainly mine, or else).
In short, I needed/craved an utterly different orientation outside of what the South and the US of A was force feeding and still pawn shopping to masses devoid of the capacity to critically think on their own. Best to pull at that nippled teat attached to every cyber device and venue (including this one) and draw distorted conclusions about what really is...I would refer folks to a study of metaphysics (not that fluffy pipe dream of the New Age) and epistemology but I know at this point that I am blowing smoke up my own ass as I soon enter utterly into oblivion. But oblivion and obliviousity is here and now. Holy cow. Diamond sow. No possum no sop no taters.
That which oriented me and millions in the 60's may not orient exactly the same now, and can't suffice (nor should it necessarily, times/values now being cyberly different and such; yes, Virginia, there is (and was and ever shall be) a death and transformation of once was valid values and world views) in this greatly pathologically advanced (and decaying age) but, still, it helps to locate/home me/myself and still gives me some hope against hope (ah Innocence lost and still seeking to be found) that somehow despite the gargantuan hamartia/hubris of current (first) world culture hypnotized by an old yet present and trending insanity, we shall survive the destined and inevitable fall from inflations (perceived to be grace by gods and self (as gods) bestowed) that ancient Greeks and Hebrews insisted then, and do so still, and many other derivatives and reactions thereof that we have some record of (perceived to be grace and self bestowed), humans owning energies that are not our own but are of transpersonal/trans-human (natural) archetypal sources so are thus, so it appears, to pay for being identified as "gods".
Blah. Blah. Preaching/droning abysmally on into the ADHD Abyss-Mall...
The brief sum is
Hamartia - a fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero or heroine) = You are the crown of Creation (title of a record album that came out when I was in the 10th grade - blew my mind and no mushrooms in sight! though there were many in the cow dung in the appearing to be innocent green pastures spread out all around me. But I was still too by the local trance of Christianity spelled. But with Jeff Airplane and many many others there was an underground spring undermining the calcified trance that still, hard to believe now, trances much of the Western world and finds new ground in non-western lands.
SELAH
Me at 18 with a kid on my shoulders at a concert.
Lifted him so he could see.
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