Jefferson Airplane – House at Pooneil Corners

Here’s a real treat, found on Open Culture. Jefferson Airplane decided to play on a manhattan rooftop one fine morning of 1968. Godard is there with a movie camera to capture it with his shaky hand. Plus there are few hundred newyorkers confused as hell. The ending is not that happy, as soon police forces decided to put a stop to this free show. Nevertheless this is something to see. Let’s  hope that a pretty surpirse of this kind might occur tomorrow, on your way to work/school. Hope, hope, hope.

L. Wittgenstein – On Certainty

“I am sitting with a philosopher in the garden; he says again
and again, ‘I know that that’s a tree’, pointing to a tree that
is near us. Someone else arrives and hears this, and I tell
him: ‘This fellow isn’t insane. We are only doing

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D. DeLillo – Cosmopolis

People in free societies don’t have to fear the pathology of the state. We create our own frenzy,
our own mass convulsions, driven by thinking machines that we have no final authority over. The
frenzy is barely noticeable most of the time. It’s simply how we live.

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H. S. Thompson – Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas #1

The car suddenly veered off the road and we came to a sliding halt in the gravel. I was hurled against the dashboard. My attorney was slumped over the wheel. “What’s wrong?” I yelled. “We can’t stop here. This is bat country!”

Crazy. Serious message between the lines aside, this novel is made to be a joy-ride of fiction. Strictly fun of reading and plain madness. You just sit there and laugh to yourself page after page. Impressive what imagination can do. Take this example. Suddenly there are bats all around. It’s swarming with bats, my god! A bat country? Now add the fact that it’s all happening on the desert in the heat of the sun, well, a perfect habitat for nocutrnal creatures it is. But hey, don’t struggle with deep analizes. It’s pure entertainment. Of course story makes you think, however you don’t really have to. You can just ride with them. Watch and listen.  When will be the next time you’d have a chance to get totally wasted in Las Vegas? Don’t worry here’s Thompson doing it all for you. Doing what a good reporter should do. Reporting. Enjoy.

To all the law students. Your future job doesn’t have to be arguing in court that your client wasn’t going to sell his half gram of weed. You might end up guiding some psycho jurnalist, actually not that sober all the time. Sure, I want to belive that.

PS: Why in Wallace’s book slang term for ‘crazy’ is ‘bats’? Does it connect somehow? It sound damn good. She’s going bats over last night. This guy is bats over Pynchon. Looks like bats are not that sane after all.