After Watching The Movie “The Magic Trip”

The Magic Trip movie salvaged from forty

hours of film about Kesey and the Merry

Pranksters’ odyssey from San Francisco to

the New York World’s Fair in 1964 a good

job putting the craziness and ecstasy and

brilliance into a form that can be at least 

understood and maybe even appreciated by

anyone even the straights that have regrouped

from that brief Eden of dazzle that demarked 

the Fifties Eisenhower somnolent t.v. dinner 

dystopia even more than the Beats who started

the revolution of the spirit against materialism,

the Twentieth Century’s dominant new religion,

back to Dionysian archaic revival, and while

the expedition through America only lasted a

matter of weeks that spirit soar is still reverbing

today…you can see it in the growing use of 

psychedelics and other psychotropic drugs to

heal addiction to opioids, PTSD, depression 

and other ailments that Western Medicine has

only been able to make worse…you can hear

it in new music, electronica one example…the

poets never lost it as part of their endless tradition

of playing their minds as instruments…nobody

ever intimated that those experiences would get

you to Mars, (the new Eden dream), but sho’ nuff

it is still helpful enough to get you right where you

are. That message, that magic, that majesty looks

lost in the din of propaganda, of screaming voices

high on absurd causes and confusion, of political

Carnies shilling the rubes as they always have done

only now louder and more strident, but it never will

succeed unless lobotomy becomes America’s next

favorite pastime. You can kill the body but not the

soul/spirit/mind. The truth will out…always has.