What circumstances brought about the changes in attitudes and
morays in the 1960's?
The morays didn't have a chance after the power grids found
they could hook up their transmission towers to the eels and charge
the consumers big bucks to keep the current flowing. Did anyone ever
mention LSD as a catalyst for change? Not unless you wanted a moray
eel stuck up your ass, that would shut up any but the most astute, so
good thing when meatball hit it hit everything, the trees the rocks
the people the houses the institutions and now all is psychedelicized
or as kesey said the 60s ain't over till the fat lady gets high.
How did these circumstances effect yourself, Ken Kesey and other
friends and colleagues?
Made us richer than Croesus and when you factor in inflation it means
the mountain of dough has never risen higher, as the baker said who
kneaded dough so he made his own bread, don't cough in the batter,
and that's exactly how we were effected: our affectations went way
deeper than the asphalt, we learned not only to treat our fellow
mammalians with understanding and respect but also to feed and clothe
ourselves by raising the lambs to higher consciousnesses, sheering
the sheep, carding the wool, spinning and weaving and sewing
and stitching whilst out in the garden the greens and yellows and
reds perform the essential job the Prez and Congress can never
approach, plum good eating, pies and flavorfuls, for health is the
true wealth although Kesey said, "The only true currency is that of
the spirit," and
there's no
arguing with that.
-- Ken Babbs
"Coincidence
is an element of mystery because it happens so many times. It’s best if
you
just
quit arguing with it. It’s more than serendipity. It’s more than
coincidence. There’s a sense of
intelligence to it. This isn’t just random
magic, this is magic for our benefit. Things are arranged
with a red line drawn
under it saying Pay Attention To This.
Everybody
is still paying attention. The kids are paying attention. But they’re
paying
attention
to the wrong thing. They’re paying attention to the loudest noise. If
you’re a kid of three or four
and your parents are paying attention to
television all the time, and you get in front of the television
just when
there’s a gun battle going on, the parents will say, ‘Get out of the
way!’ The
kid is going
to say, ‘Look, what do I have to do to get attention?’ And what he
does is he goes out and gets a
gun and that’s the quickest way in the world to
get people’s attention. I think it’s going to be a
good long while before we
get over television and the gun shows. The Wild West attitude. Let’s
kill all
the buffalos because we’re white. But we have to get over that attitude
or we
won’t survive
as a nation. We’ll tear each other to pieces."
-- KEN KESEY
We
met at the high school. The band, the color guard, the veterans. Then
set
off
for the quarter mile march down Hopkins Road, martial musicing to the
cemetery,
right turn to the flagpole at the center, then lined up for the
obligatory
speeches by the dignataries followed by the American Legion Post rifle
salute
then the lingering notes of taps played over the hill.
Then
to the park for picnics, sack races, softball games, band playing show
tunes,
little kids running between the blankets where families sat, potato
salad
tempting the ants.
Dark,
home to reflective bed, the dead asleep in their graves, the
politicians
who
sent them there asleep too.
But anyway, the point is, is that there are
spirits
all around us all the time, that we’re not aware of,
and some of these spirits
are not good people. It’s the battle between good and evil, I think,
that must
be
going on everywhere in the universe, that these are opposing kinda
things,
but anyway, so the bad spirits,
they’re malevolent, and their leader is Mal,
and Mal is the baddest of the bad. These spirits can’t live on the
planet like
we do, in the material world, so it’s like they’re watching a ball game
or
something, but they want
to be in the action. But they can’t get in physically,
but they can worm their way into your head. They have
agents working all the
time, and a lot of their agents are human beings that have been so
taken over
by the
malevolent spirit that they will try to impose their scene on the rest
of the world. You see this going on everywhere.
But
Guess what? There are also benevolent spirits up there! And the
benevolent
spirits are lead by Bene…
and she’s a woman. And so Bene is working all the
time, trying to get you not to think that crap, but think about
what’s good,
and so finally the real thing comes down to like the I Ching says, you
cannot
fight evil head-on,
because it grows stronger. The more you fight against it,
the stronger it gets. So you gotta slide sideways when
you’re doing something
against evil, and let something from Bene come in there, until finally,
if
you’re really
good at this, and I suppose only the saints and Dalai Lama and
people like that are, there’s no thoughts in their
mind except benevolent
thoughts. That’s the real person inside, the benevolent, human person.
So this,
to me,
is something that I think could be taught in schools. Not a regular
school, but maybe there would be an internet
school of the mind, teaching, it’s
like music, you learn the scales, you’d learn how to do this… and then
you turn
it loose and you just go, cause everything you do, you have to learn in
a
conscious way, you have to learn it step
by step by step, and once you’ve got
it done it goes into your subconscious, and you don’t have to think
about it
anymore, you just go. This is the groove, so you find the groove, and
you go in
the groove.
"Coincidence
is an element of mystery because it happens so many times. It’s best if
you
just quit arguing with it. It’s more than serendipity. It’s more than
coincidence. There’s a sense
of intelligence to it. This isn’t just random
magic, this is magic for our benefit. Things are arranged
with a red line drawn
under it saying Pay Attention To This.
"Everybody
is still paying attention. The kids are paying attention. But they’re
paying
attention
to the wrong thing. They’re paying attention to the loudest noise. If
you’re a kid of three or four and
your parents are paying attention to
television all the time, and you get in front of the television
just when
there’s a gun battle going on, the parents will say, ‘Get out of the
way!’ The
kid is going
to say, ‘Look, what do I have to do to get attention?’ And what he
does is he goes out and gets a gun
and that’s the quickest way in the world to
get people’s attention. I think it’s going to be a good long
while before we
get over television and the gun shows. The Wild West attitude. Let’s
kill all
the buffalos
because we’re white. But we have to get over that attitude or we
won’t survive as a nation. We’ll tear
each other to
pieces."
Carla
Perry earned a BA in poetry from the University of Iowa Writers'
Workshop and
is the
author of two books of poetry and many published essays, interviews,
and
short stories. She was editor
and publisher of "Wild Dog Magazine,"
and the international literary journal, "Talus & Scree." She is
also the founder and former executive director of Writers On The Edge
and the
Nye Beach Writers’ Series
and is the owner of Dancing Moon Press. This
interview was first published in Tin House Magazine April 2002.
Independent
neighborhood
bookstores
have,
it
seems
to
me,
a
unique
kind
of
power;
every
book they sell lands in some local household, or better yet gets passed
around
among
several households; and if it’s a good and worthy book, its influence
in
that community may
be felt for generations. Good books have resonance; they
teach us how to behave, and our
behavior touches everyone around us. When a
book is read by all of us—or some of us, or
even just a few of us—, it connects
us to each other, via an intricate web of shared information.
You and I may not
know one another at all, but we both know Randle P. McMurphy very well.
There’s
an old joke about a little boy with a toothache. His mother sends him
to the
dentist,
who pulls the offending tooth. When the boy comes home holding his
still-aching jaw, his
mother says, “Well, how’s the toothache?”
“The toof don’t hurt,” the boy says ruefully, “but the toof-hole do.”
If
the effort to save Tsunami fails, the loss to Eugene’s arts community
will
truly be
incalculable. The toof-hole will hurt forever.