Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Overheard at Table 2: A Comment from Cryptograms.com

"Hey check this out, I thought this was so cool.  When I finished this cryptogram today, something from Gertrude Stein about like 'What is the answer?  There ain't no answer, THAT's the answer!' and there's always a comment section and this one from one of the players was so cool, check it out:

Andy451 on 2015-04-20 12:24:57

Here was a writer who refuted the hippie quest to find "the answer" to the meaning of life, and all the large and small riddles of existence, in the roaring twenties with her ex pat friends in Paris, forty years before there were hippies. After the Beatles went to India to seek "the answer" from the Maharishi, hippies everywhere sought out gurus to find the answer to life's persistent questions. Some people used drugs, some went on pilgrimages, some lived on communes, some joined Vista or the Peace Corps, some practiced meditation, or attempted to live closer to nature in order to find "the answer." They went to Yasgur's farm in Woodstock, New York for example. Wittgenstein and Nietzsche would agree with Gertrude Stein, being philosophical boyos who hated rigid and orthodox systems of thinking or feeling. Voltaire would disagree. And his answer? No, it was not to go on a wild goose chase for the Holy Grail like the brave and bold knights of Monty Python. A friend of mine saw Voltaire once at a Whole Foods market in Queens one time. He was hurling pesticide free Gala apples, free range chickens, and locally grown heirloom tomatoes and corn on the cob picked that day at upper management types and ordinary customers. "Plant your own garden!", he yelled at the people in a jaunty French. Of course, it could be that he was just swearing at people, and this platitude is only a polite malapropism for what he really said.

"Now I don't know what all he's really talking about because Stein died just after WW2 and never saw no hippies, but I think he was talking metaphorically, but I love that bit about Voltaire in the grocery store - wasn't there some poem by Ginsberg about talking to Walt Whitman in a grocery store?  I think there was.  I need to Google that."

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