>
> ``...For those of you around at the time, part of the New Left, what
> did you think about what was going on? Did you feel the hippies were a
> problem? Join on board?..'' (Kelley?)
>
> ---------
>
> Yes and no. Yes the errant free sex, drugs, and rock n'roll were a
> diversion. OTOH, they were a welcome diversion and opened up whole new
> fronts of assault on the prevailing anal, uptight, hypocritical
> postures of the George Bush types who ran the US. (George is a
> throwback.) Screw your morality, your version of life, your world,
> your whatever. Screw it all. We've got another plan. Well, no plan,
> actually, but definitely not that plan.
>
> There was something entirely too disciplined, locked down, anal,
> Mao-like about the political left at that point. Did you really want
> to become a left authoritarian like old guard communists. Fuck no?
> Life was too short. Events and reversals were coming too fast.
>
> And the deeper chaos was extremely attractive, because you could feel
> the social foundations begin to dissolve. For example at that
> particular moment, I had a queer grad student roommate whose lover was
> a kid at Berkeley High School---who besides being queer also wanted to
> revolt against the whole plan his parents set out for him. They came
> and went as they pleased. I envied them their freedom and their
> adventures, their romance. I was stuck grinding it out at Cal through
> one academic requirement after another just to get through.
>
> I suppose this isn't really very clear. Try to imagine that our place
> was a `hippie' hang out in Berkeley about three blocks from campus
> where all sorts of people came and went. There were no social
> boundaries between ages as the relationship above illustrated, but
> there also no boundaries between working class and grad students
> either, since another roommate was a machinist apprentice, on probation
> from the state juvenal justice system---so his buddies were supplying
> the drugs. Another whole gang breezed in from the Univ of Montana,
> Missoula where a friend from Iowa had his first teaching job. He
> brought some of the students and a couple of part time faculty with
> him to check out Berkeley and SF during Thanksgiving break, circa
> 1967. They were camping in the living room. Sometime around this
> period, a guy from the US Marine Corp, straight out of a fire fight in
> some northern province of South Vietnam landed in the same living room,
> high on speed, 18 fucking hours out of Apocalypse Now. Another buddy
> going to SF state in creative writing was doing an theater adaptation
> of Camus's The Plague for his drama professor. At one dinner, all
> these people and some of their attending girlfriends or boyfriends
> were at the same table, eating my chili, drinking Red Mountain, and
> getting loaded on lousy marijuana. The only point of political
> contention was the music. I kept insisting on jazz, Miles Davis, John
> Coltrain, Cannonball Adderly, etc. Most of the crew wanted hard rock,
> the Stones, etc. Satisfaction won over My Favorite Things.
>
> Was it political? Well, it was sure as hell anti-war and
> anti-establishment---including the Marine. That's why he was there. It
> was his only home, the only place he could be at that particular
> moment. Whether it had a well reasoned, clearly outlined leftist
> political program as not part of the equation, that evening or any
> other.
>
> If I could re-write this scene, I would put a couple of black guys in
> it, because they were missing. I knew they were missing back then, but
> had no idea why or how. How about the black kid on the bus to downtown
> who was going to a Huey Newton rally the same morning I went to the
> induction center to refuse. We were talking back and forth passed each
> other as we tried to prove to each other the war or racism was more
> important. What funny conversation that was.
>
> Well, and what Mike Smith said, ``..hoisting a glass of claret, and
> not his first...'' Nor mine of Cabernet.
>
> I watched Louis Malle's Murmur of the Heart last night in my
> continuing project to resurrect the past because afterall the present
> most certainly sucks. While this movie was done only a few political
> moments after what I just sketched, I saw it with another roomate from
> that period and we were the only ones in the theater laughing as
> Laurent fucked his mother. There was something in the spirit of that
> film, that captured la recherche du temps perdu...
>
> CG
>
>
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