Mudcat Café message #155405 The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #16574   Message #155405
Posted By: Chet W.
29-Dec-99 - 08:36 PM
Thread Name: Wasn't this about music?
Subject: RE: Wasn't this about music?
Kendall, Anytime if we can. The 6th is a schoolday so I won't be home til about 4:00. If you're coming on I-95 I'm about 1.5 hours from there. If you're on I-77 you come right by me (5 miles). Just leave me a message and I'll send directions, phone #, etc.

McG, I use the word psychedelic to describe things that don't make sense under any way of thinking that I know, whether western logic, language analysis, or Zen no-mind, but that people behave as if they're taking it seriously anyway. Besides the examples you and I mentioned, there are the ones I deal with everyday as a teacher, like why shouldn't we put a 19-year-old tenth grader who can't write his name in an honors science class? It fits his schedule! I guess some other words to use instead might be dissociative, delusional (sp), psychotic, surreal, phantasmagorical, etc etc. I think we agreed on the gist of the point, but I didn't understand your last sentence.

Thanks for the song Kat. One of my most vivid memories from my adolescence in our Baptist church was when we had a preacher that hated hippies, and he rarely gave a sermon without saying something about them, often stories from the grocery store checkout tabloids. On this particular night, which was at a revival service, he was going on about hippies with their (imagine disgusted scowl) long hair and their sandals and their strange clothes, while on the wall behind him was a large picture of Jesus in a frame with long hair, sandals, and certainly not a suit and tie. I looked at the preacher, I looked at the picture, back and forth, until I passed some kind of point that may have had a lot to do with my life since then. I wonder if anyone thinks Jesus was the only man in Palestine in those days dressed and barbered like Jerry Falwell. Yes, I would describe that sort of thinking as psychedelic.

Trying to make sense of it all, Chet Myrtle (not Strom)