jeebus13
Bluelighter
Ten years and three days ago.
It's been that long.
ten years ago
the Dark Poet himself,
Bill Hicks,
died.
Pancreatic cancer silenced one of the last voices
of truth
that still dared to speak out.
He championed the reform of drug laws
and more importantly common sense
and the fact that "all governments are lying cocksuckers."
His unceasing devotion
to comedy as an art form
influenced comics from George Carlin to Janeane Garafalo...
Denis Leary even went as far as ripping entire lines of Hicks' stuff off.
He spoke up for non-christian spirituality
and the disenfranchised in 1980's America
when it was a very unpopular idea.
His outspoken individuality
drew the admiration and friendship
of Terence McKenna,
Maynard James Keenan,
Sam Kinnison,
and a host of other geniuses and icons,
while mainstream America scowled
from its cozy, unfeeling little corner.
He was a man ahead of his time.
And I think that in some ways I'm glad he died...
so he never had to see
the post-911 hysteria and war-mongering...
it would have killed him.
I, myself, only learned of him
a few years after his death
and there are few things I regret more.
Bill was a prophet and a brilliant mind
in the dark sea of his time.
Whether you know him or not-
whether you like him or not-
doesn't really matter-
he didn't care much who listened or why.
Only that he could speak
and if one person got it,
"that's one less person to hate for being ignorant."
A sarcastic voice of reason
in unreasonable times.
An unrelenting wit.
I feel like I'm eulogizing a dead brother
ten years too late.
And I gotta say,
I don't care who reads this,
I'm writing it for the one person who never can.
Bill,
I got it.
And one day
we will go swimming in Arizona Bay...
on a "heroic dose" of mushrooms
and I'll see you with my eyes open
and a pulsing heart.
You are missed
and NEVER forgotten.
If anyone else remembers Bill Hicks please feel free to mention what he means to you.
It's been that long.
ten years ago
the Dark Poet himself,
Bill Hicks,
died.
Pancreatic cancer silenced one of the last voices
of truth
that still dared to speak out.
He championed the reform of drug laws
and more importantly common sense
and the fact that "all governments are lying cocksuckers."
His unceasing devotion
to comedy as an art form
influenced comics from George Carlin to Janeane Garafalo...
Denis Leary even went as far as ripping entire lines of Hicks' stuff off.
He spoke up for non-christian spirituality
and the disenfranchised in 1980's America
when it was a very unpopular idea.
His outspoken individuality
drew the admiration and friendship
of Terence McKenna,
Maynard James Keenan,
Sam Kinnison,
and a host of other geniuses and icons,
while mainstream America scowled
from its cozy, unfeeling little corner.
He was a man ahead of his time.
And I think that in some ways I'm glad he died...
so he never had to see
the post-911 hysteria and war-mongering...
it would have killed him.
I, myself, only learned of him
a few years after his death
and there are few things I regret more.
Bill was a prophet and a brilliant mind
in the dark sea of his time.
Whether you know him or not-
whether you like him or not-
doesn't really matter-
he didn't care much who listened or why.
Only that he could speak
and if one person got it,
"that's one less person to hate for being ignorant."
A sarcastic voice of reason
in unreasonable times.
An unrelenting wit.
I feel like I'm eulogizing a dead brother
ten years too late.
And I gotta say,
I don't care who reads this,
I'm writing it for the one person who never can.
Bill,
I got it.
And one day
we will go swimming in Arizona Bay...
on a "heroic dose" of mushrooms
and I'll see you with my eyes open
and a pulsing heart.
You are missed
and NEVER forgotten.
If anyone else remembers Bill Hicks please feel free to mention what he means to you.
