Dear Lawrence,
San Francisco is here. Wish you were beautiful.
love,
Jeremayakovka
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Like a war criminal "exposing"
past infamies in the service of his horrid cause, long after the fact,
long after remorse or retribution or even right recall are possible,
mumbling bumbling memories to keep from nodding off, let alone for
anyone else's enlightenment (or rather, entertainment) or like a soggy,
sorry drunk kneeling in his puke on the stoop of a church basement as
the town's last AA meeting of the evening is wrapping up, last month the last big
Beatnik left standing, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, related:
Before things went bad [in the late 60s],
everything was light, in both senses of the word, light physically in
the sky, and also in the sense of light versus heavy. After that year,
everything got heavy. Things just degenerated more and more. I think it
was that summer [of '67, the "Summer of Love"]. It's so long ago. I'm looking through the wrong end of
telescope. It's hard to differentiate one year from another.
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Here's the most incriminating gem Ferlinghetti related:
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What if we're all wrong?
- Allen Ginsberg (below, left) to Lawrence Ferlinghetti,
at the Human Be-In, Hippie Hill, Golden Gate Park
San Francisco, California
Summer 1967
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Great to see you back posting. By the way, have you read Roger Kimball's The Long March: How the Cultural Revolution of the 1960s Changed America? It is an excellent book that really puts the 1960s in perspective.
Posted by: Gabe | June 07, 2007 at 09:57 PM
Ferlinghetti states, "Personally, I guess I was changed by that period. I suddenly got 20 years younger."
As a survivor and repentant participant in the Summer of Love myself, I was also changed by that period; but fortunately, I have since managed to grow up. Unfortunately, much of my time is now spent "cleaning up after the children."
Posted by: Mick | June 08, 2007 at 04:18 PM