March 27th, 2020

Bob Dylan - Murder Most Foul (Official Audio)

Murder Most Foul

Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high
Good day to be livin' and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do. We know who you are."
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You got unpaid debts; we've come to collect
We're gonna kill you with hatred; without any respect
We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face
We've already got someone here to take your place

The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching; no one saw a thing
It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul

Hush, little children. You'll understand
The Beatles are comin'; they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm going to Woodstock; it's the Aquarian Age
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window; let the good times roll
There's a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll

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Friday Reads & Ken Kesey

Friday Reads & Ken Kesey

'It's All a Kind of Magic: The Young Ken Kesey' biography by Rich Dodgson

'Acid Christ: Ken Kesey, LSD, and The Politics of Ecstasy' by Mark Christensen

'Child Of Light: A Biography Of Robert Stone' by Madison Smartt Bell

'Prime Green: Remembering The Sixties' memoir by Robert Stone

'The Wonderful Works of God' Dutch Reformed Theology by Herman Bavinck

'The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test' by Tom Wolfe

Tripping (Kesey and the Merry Pranksters 1999 Documentary)

'Beyond The Waste Land: The American Novel In The Nineteen-Sixties' by Raymond M. Olderman

'Gates of Eden: American Culture in the Sixties' by Morris Dickstein

'Sometimes A Great Notion' a novel by Ken Kesey

'One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest' a novel by Ken Kesey

'Demon Box' by Ken Kesey

'Last Go Round: A Real Western' by Ken Kesey with Ken Babbs

'Sailor Song' A novel by Ken Kesey

'The Further Inquiry' Ken Kesey

'On The Bus' Flashbacks By Ken Babbs Text Paul Perry The Complete Guide To the Legendary Trip Of Ken Kesey And The Merry Pransters and The Birth Of The Counterculture Forewords By Hunter S. Thompson and Jerry Garcia

'The Eternal Adam and the New World Garden: The Central Myth In The American Novel Since 1830' by David W. Noble
  • Current Music
    Arbouretum 'Song of the Pearl'

Flower Power

It is 12:07 PM Friday afternoon here in West Michigan. It is another cold gray day. It has been predicted to rain today and throughout the weekend. Maybe the rain will green things up. It seems after a warm Spring rain things start to bloom once again.

I got up this morning sometime after 7 o'clock AM. Carol was already up doing what she does every morning. I got myself a can of cold water and sat across from my wife seeking to wake up. I checked my hands to see if there was any evidence of the plague on me. Thus far I have not gotten sick with the Coronavirus. I do not know anyone who has gotten sick with COVID-19. We here in the West side of the state of Michigan are waiting to see if the plague engulfs us. All we can do is wait and see.

After I woke up I wrote in my paper diary and filmed a video for my Youtube channel. Carol left around 7:45 AM to baby-sit Cora and Josie down the street. I spent the morning listening to music and messing with our main computer.

Carol will be home sometime this afternoon. I have nothing to do today. Last night I mainly read till bedtime from a book titled, 'Acid Christ: Ken Kesey, LSD, and The Politics of Ecstasy' by Mark Christensen.

There is not much else to report this afternoon. Existence keeps flowing by. Once again I realize lately that the conflicts I had with Christians in the Past was that they realized unknowingly that I was not one of them. These well meaning Christians over reacted to my lack of interest in chasing after the American Dream. I had no passion for a Christian middle-class existence in a dead American world. I just wanted to be free in Christ Jesus. I just wanted to be real in loving union with God. This Christian mystical desire I had caused some Christians to feel uncomfortable around me. I was not of this world, but was dwelling in the heavenlies with Christ.

I will close to see what comes in the mail.
  • Current Music
    Vassafor 'Malediction'

Outlook Portland 12/26/10 Segment 1

In this special, two-part episode, author Mark Christensen discusses his new book, "Acid Christ: Ken Kesey, LSD, and the Politics of Ecstasy". We examine Kesey's background, legacy, and fascinating artistic trajectory. A must-see for anyone interested in the man, his work, or the mercurial nature of creation.
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Phil Ochs - Crucifixion Live

And the night comes again to the circle studded sky
The stars settle slowly, in loneliness they lie
'Til the universe explodes as a falling star is raised
Planets are paralyzed; the mountains are amazed
But they all glow brighter from the brilliance of the blaze
With the speed of insanity, then he dies

In the green fields a-turning, a baby is born
His cries crease the wind and mingle with the morn
An assault upon the order, the changing of the guard
Chosen for a challenge that is hopelessly hard
And the only single sign is the sighing of the stars
But to the silence of distance they are sworn

So dance dance dance
Teach us to be true
Come dance dance dance
Cause we love you

Images of innocence charge him to go on
But the decadence of destiny is looking for a pawn
To a nightmare of knowledge he opens up the gate
And a blinding revelation is laid upon his plate
That beneath the greatest love there's a hurricane of hate
And God help the critic of the dawn

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