Friday, June 22, 2012

Bill Hicks deserves a monument in Houston, DAMMIT

From Free Press Houston
Submitted by Editor on June 3, 2012 – 4:32 pm

The folks who organize FPSF are a sordid and disparate group of people who come from every different age and background. ( It may be a fact that we collectively have more felony convictions than college degrees.) But there is one commonality between all of us: We are all admirers of late great Houston comic-philosopher legend Bill Hicks. Hicks is one of the world’s most influential comics and the closest thing to a philosopher to ever come out of Houston. While in high school at Stratford, Hicks would sneak out at night to perform at downtown Houston comedy clubs. Yet despite being world renowned, there does not stand a single monument to this native son. We want David Addicks to build a statue of Bill Hicks and erect it AT ELEANOR TINSLEY PARK park as a tribute to the man who taught us to laugh at the absurd, question the dominant paradigm, and stick it to the man with a smile while chuckling. Help us spread the word about this. Donate to the cause.Tell your city council member that you support a Bill Hicks statue at Eleanor Tinsley Park. We will soon release donation and cost information on this project. STAY TUNED.

Letters of Note: Bill Hicks on Freedom of Speech

In May of 1993, deeply offended by its "blasphemous" content, a priest wrote to Channel 4 and complained about the recent screening of "Revelations," a recording of Bill Hicks's live show at London's Dominion Theatre some months before (a show which, incidentally, can be seen in its entirety here).

Upon receiving said complaint, Channel 4 passed it on to Hicks himself. Hicks then responded to the priest directly with the following letter. It doesn't disappoint.

(Source: Love All the People; Image: Bill Hicks, via The Quiet Front.)


Thursday, June 21, 2012

Soup Having Sex With Soup

Article taken from

Posted on Jun 9, 2012
Mr. Fish

“I’m afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.”
–Andy Warhol

Bill Hicks, arguably the most existentially articulate comic id of the late 20th century, had a bit in his act where he talked about the bias that the news media had against illegal drugs; illegal drugs, of course, being a metaphor for anything that existed outside the miasma of mainstream influence and wasn’t directly controlled by elite institutions of corporate and state power. Pretending to be a television news anchor reporting on hallucinogens without prevarication, Hicks said, “Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration—that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we’re the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather.”

What I appreciate about that quote is how it forces a person to consider the context wherein a concept of truth is typically placed for public consumption. Like all good satire, it illustrates just how insular and self-serving every hard-boiled notion of reality can become once it’s dropped into the confused bowl of electrified noodles that is the human brain, an organ famous the world over for its uncanny ability to acquiesce to whatever real or imagined authority it perceives to be blowing through the room at any given moment. How many of us, for example, have walked through the reptile house at the zoo and stopped to press our face against the glass of a terrarium and looked at the lizard lying as still as a root cresting the ground in the corner and thought that the cheesy landscape painted on the rear wall of the tank, along with the Sherwin-Williams sky and the Exo Terra Repti-Glo 10.0 Compact Fluorescent Desert Lamp pretending to be the sun, was enough to convince the captive animal that it was at home in the vast grasslands of Southern Australia? All of us have, of course, and not because we are too stupid to see through bullshit but rather because we like to think that the world is being managed by other people who know more than we do about all the complicated and boring crap that we don’t want to waste our time thinking about. When we imagine that there are other people in the world burdened with the responsibility of not letting bullshit run amok, we succumb to the illusion that we are being protected and shepherded along by a wisdom that isn’t really there.