| POETIC BEBOP FOR BEATNIKS |
| Pass The Bongos, Ginsberg, As this scrapple from my Apple takes a whack at Kerouac, and the Hip Hipster of Hippness hipply hips you unhip lames to what it truly is to be hip to the very hip hippness of that which is hip: To be hip is to embrace what is hip based purely on its hippness rather than merely because it is hip for a hipster to be hip. Hip is the essence of that which is hip. Therefore, the hip don’t Be hip, they Are hip. Thus, a true hipster is hip to the fact that hippness is hip in its own hip regard, and not merely hip for those unhip who would be hip to embrace its hippness for the sole unhip purpose of being hip to what's hip, you dig? So, to a very great extent, hip is the intrinsic hippness of what is hip. Therefore, one cannot be hip without being hip to the fundamentally hip fact that it is unquestionably unhip to try to become hip, or be hip-- since effort to be hip is the exceedingly unhip antithesis of that which is hip within hipness itself. Thus, in the hippest of glibly hip fashion, The Hip Hipster of Hippness hereby hipply hips you to the inescapably hip fact that so hipply follows: To Be Hip Ain’t Hip. So to be hip, or not to be hip Is definitely not the question. There is no question about what is hip. Hip Simply Is . . . you hip? Eric L.Wattree Wattree.com |
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