Zeitgeist, June 2009.
All the irony has been used up and hip is coopted in its pre-embryonic stage, wow.
So the hippest parts of the hippest philosophies are released into the cybersphere and general world culture through various other means and all sorts of people grok this rain of wisdom not just from group endeavors like named spiritual paths but from crazy mystics visionaries witches artists maniacs that emerge individually from their travels in existence.
And coyote howls in the full moon night at the sacred Four Corners in the West.
The old ways have been hip enough to change with the times. We see it in the blogosphere, new forms for old hidebound traditions. Dusting those treasures off.
Kerouac, there’s a video somewhere of him describing what “hip” means.
Imagine the beats, it’s right after World War II and in America there’s the boom of imperialism in the air and folks can finally have their own homes with labor saving appliances . . . . and the beats just dug something else entirely about America and about being a human being.
They swam against a merciless tide … them and a nascent musical movement, rock and roll, race music that left no mother’s child unchanged and of course that was the problem, wasn’t it.
Old R&B saying, “If it’s in you, it’s gotta come out.”
So it keeps coming out in new forms everytime the old ones are stolen and coopted and twisted to material ends.
The form is only important because of the content. And the content is love.
Happy Friday to all. Summer has arisen here in the Big Apple. I hear our public transportation system infrastructure is not doing well around the country. As a rider of the W and N trains, in solidarity, I salute and wish courage and good luck to all public transportation riders across the land!