Oh, but it’s great to be an Angel,

And be dirty all the time!

 

Meanwhile, the Angels were discovering the goddamnedest thing.  Usually, most places they headed into on their runs, they tested people’s cool....But these mollyfocking Pranksters were test-proof.  The Angels didn't know what permissive was until they got to Kesey's.

 

Go with the flow! [KAT]

 

[Rem Koolhaas: Delirious New York]

Go with the flow – and what a flow – these cats, these Pranksters – at big routs like this the Angels often had going entitled Who Gets Fucked? – and it hadn’t even gotten to that before some blonde from out of town, one of the guest from way out there, just one nice soft honey hormone squash, she made it clear to three Angels that she was ready to go, so they all trooped out to the backhouse and they had a happy round out there.  Pretty soon all the Angels knew about the “new mamma” out in the backhouse and a lot of them piled in there, hooking down beers, laughing, taking their turns, making various critiques.  The girl had her red and white dress pushed up around her chest, and two or three would be on her at once, between her legs, sitting on her face in the sick ochre light of the shack with much lapping and leering and bubbling and gulping through furzes of pubic hair while sweat and semen glistened on the highlights of her belly and thighs and she twitched and moaned, not in protest, however, in a kind of drunken bout of God knew what and men with no pants on were standing around, cheering, chiding, waiting for their turn, or their second turn, or the third until she had been fenestrated in various places at least fifty times. [KAT]

Whenever something that is to be conceived flees from identity with the concept, the concept will be forced to take exaggerated steps to prevent any doubts of the unassailable validity, solidity, and acribia of the thought product from stirring….-by their untruth, these excrescences show the untruth, the mania, of the systems themselves.[ND]

Now a Public Service Announcement from Mr. Rogers:

Catalyst: to say what has never been said, to see what has never been seen. To draw paint, sing, sculpt, dance and act, what has never before been done. To push the envelope of creativity and language, and  what’s really important is, I call it the felt presence of direct experience, which is a fancy term which just  simply means we have to stop consuming our culture, we have to create culture.  Don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR, create your own road show.  The nexus of space and time where you are – NOW -  is the most immediate sector of your universe and if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson, or Bill Clinton, or somebody else, then you’re disempowered.  You’re giving it all away to icons.  Icons which are maintained by an electronic media, so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y, or something…this is shit brained this kind of thinking.  That is all cultural diversion and what is real is you and your friends, and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears.  And we’re told: NO! We’re unimportant, we’re peripheral, get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that and then you’re a player.  You don’t want to even play in that game.  You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.

[Terrance McKenna]

the yada yada:

For each chapter of Tom Wolfe's The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test (KAT) a few paragraphs form Theodor W. Adorno's Negative Dialectics (ND) will be ripped off and modified.

Chapter 13  (KAT) - The Hell's Angels

Attitude Toward Systems (ND)