WWCS (What would Camus say)

In my home town, there was an alley.

It led to the dark inner court of a city

block, where we liked to get stoned

and visit its secret recesses where the

cops couldn’t see. We were a crowd of

hippy nerds spooked by its only bit of

graffiti…

“WHY?”

scrawled in two foot letters beside a

long iron fire escape. We climbed

those stairs to look through a small

window in the door. There were old

boxes and chairs tumbled around,

then up and across to the other wall.

MOVEMENT! EYES!

Someone staring back!

It felt like Friday the 13^th

on Elm Street!

But, ahhh…

A mirror!

Why?

Hahahahahaha!

Indeed! So we laughed and fired up

one for the road. I’ve never figured it

out, but something about the way that

slimy fog clamped down on us,

stifled the mood as we drove

home for the last time in the

summer of love.

Reviews

[Lorry]

I don't know about what Camus would have said, but I'd have been wishing I had a neon graffiti marker pen and wrote underneath it in smaller lettering "why not?"
Isntit strange looking back on all those spooky lanes and hideouts we used to frequent that now we would go in the opposite direction from?
There's being curious and then there's just having a deathwish! 😃

[Vol]

I know right... In "The Tempest," Shakespeare wrote, "Hell is empty, all the demons are here... lurking in our old haunts...
Vol

[Maria E. Mendez]

Blessed are the knees that can bend because running for it is still an option to them? This poem gave me a Ginsberg vibe. Did you go to Woodstock in New York by any chance? Funny write.

[Vol]

Maria,
My memories from those days are highly personalized... I cherish everything about them. IN Pensacola, Florida, we were not at all interested in anything to do with New York, and none of us knew about Woodstock till after it weas in the news... I've always had mixed feelings about that event. I wonder why, out of all the music events of those days, Woodstock gets so much attention. I personally believe it's only because all the big news outlets were in New York City, so close enough to cover it. Then I think, it was one of those things that if you weren't there, you cannot know... Like everything that went down between 1965 and 1969. Something in the air, something universal,... like Japanese hippies... Who knew? I'll always miss those days of innocent naivete, and the feeling that we were riding the crest of some great cultural wave that would change everything... I am saddened when I see how bably we blew our once in a millinium opportunity for peace and love...
Oh, Well...
Vol

[Michael Sun Bear]

Always a pleasure Vol. What an interesting story. And a farewell song to the summer of love. Wouldn’t it be great in these times of turmoil if another summer of love were born?

[Vol]

Michael,
It was a unique tine for sure! we were the children of "The Greatest Generation," those folks who survived the Great Depression and kicked the whole world's a*s to boot. What was left for us to do? Peace, Love and Rock-n-Roll seemed like a good idea, but i was there through the whole thing and cannot tell you what happened to bet that joint rolling. A crowd of teenaged hobo's invaded Haight and Ashberry and the new didn't know what to say. Had the Cookoo nest been turned loose, nobody bathed, no one shaved, no one worked in a factory, no one wanted anything to do with the "plastic" society that lied to itsself concerning the important things of life.
The thing is, when that movement died so did ALL it's newfound values. But then, the reality is that only 25% of my generation grew the hair, smoked the weed, or wore bellbottoms. At least 75% of what people know about those halcyon days is media hype.
Vol