Can * nois * seur ( kan' us sur' ) n. one competent to render cridical judgement on the qualities and merits of cannabis
"The most amazing property of cannabis is its ability to fog the minds of those who don't use it."
A Radical Solution: Speaking of NYC's Mayor Bloomberg (see last post)... Not content with his edicts supressing personal freedom, the emperor has decreed that from henceforth to the end of earthly time, Supersized Soft Drinks will be banned in the Apple. Now i don't smoke tobacco, rarely drink sodas, and am no fan of obesity but i am a dedicated fan of personal freedom. Right up there with Francois Voltaire. And think about it, is this all the billionaire--albiet short--Mayor of the most powerful city in the world, has on his mind?
Perhaps thats why Wall Street resembles old Rome when the lions were in town.
And without a doubt that's why our planet is reeling right now. Our leaders are greedy, incompetent clowns with no vision beyond their own selfish interests. At least half of American politicians deride education as being somehow elitist, anti-Christian, and the gateway to gay marriage. Real men, like Governor Perry of Texas, are bone ignorant. Can you say...Dark Ages?
Do i have a solution? Maybe. It is a tad rad but it makes logical sense.
Pass a law requiring All Elected Officials To Undergo Mandatory Drug Tests.
After all, these are the people who can do society the most harm. Not our athletes who are basically entertainers. Most civilian employees today have to show proof of their sobriety--why not our congressmen, senators, and mayors? Then we'll know which decisions are based on which drug, be it alcohol ( a heavy favorite with the Boehner crowd), Valium, (most anybody on the Hill), the infamous Oxy (see Rush Limbaugh), Meth (Sara Palin resides in a the Meth capitol of Alaska), and on...As Rosanne once said: "The drug war is about people on prescription drugs chasing people on street drugs."
poster by Jerry Boxley
The Long Rap: Garfunkel Speaks Out
( the continuing day-by-day log of a 1970 freighter voyage to Tangier)
A theme kept repeating throughout the conversation; Pack, Garfunkel and Scorpio were waiting for new developments and looking at the current crop of recruits with curiosity. The young faces were earnest. Yes. Sincere. Yes. Smarter, better informed, more receptive than any previous generation. Absolutely. But it would take time to see what kind of wit they would devise. For real style implies skill used with honor.
All through a rap that covered everything from Garfunkel's new movie projects, to the new consciousness, and bases between, Scorpio's respect for the performer's head mounted. Garfunkel listened carefully, and responded from a chord level more reminiscent of a philosopher than singer.Anyway, Scorpio had always considered Simon and Garfunkle consummate poets. The art of the word in it's ultimate form--music.
Garfunkel had come across The Boat through some nameless hip secretary at Columbia Records. No doubt one of those New York superbirds who zing choice cuts of priviliged information across the city, creating the current for the dynamo, Scorpio flashed, studying the dark water.
Garfunkel had never traveled by sea, had some time between commitments, and just decided to go the frieghter route. Of course Scorpio had to lay it down. The Legend of The Yugoslavian Line. Garfunkel was most interested in this which emboldened Scorpio to press his obsession with the mind evolution routine. How at one point in time, thousands of heads began to create a new theatre of consciousness. Those years from '60 to '68. It was his further fantasy that certain minds were in advanced stages of devolopment. Where man became the director--controlling evolution rather than reflecting its process.
Garfunkel admitted that he had felt a great energy surge in San Francisco, '63 to '68, which had carried him up then receded. This was one of the reasons for his voyage.
"I wanted to take my time and get back to basic things," he explained.
"Get back,' said Scorpio.
Garfunkle dug and smiled.
Far Out. Garfunkel had also felt a diminishing of energy.
Scorpio than began a spiel on the Knight Errants of consciousness. The high people who seem to specialize in igniting minds. He went back to scenes in 1961 East Village, and then remembered someone.
"Ever met Shawn Phillips?" Scorpio asked.
"Shawn Phillips?" Garfunkel came back, "He took me on my first acid trip."
Synch. Scorpio's premise was suddenly clear to Garfunkel.
Next: Garfunkel's Secret Wish.
Good, but like all good things, not enough. You left me wanting more like all good artists do. Love, Keith
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