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Now for a wee reflection back, 40 years. I am not one really to dwell on the past, but this is a significant date for the Emerging Culture/Counter Culture. Without the Human Be In, there would of been no Monterey, no Woodstock, and certainly, no Burning Man…..
The Human Be-In
Having for some reason a Utopian bent to my outlook… I look back today with fond memories of an event that to my young mind, explicitly demonstrated that Utopia, Peace and Love were just around the corner…
I have been asked over the years if I had attended The Human Be-In in Golden Gate Park. Alas, it was not so, though I watched friends pack, and caravan away a few days before. I was under the thumb of probation at the time. So all I could do was stand outside of the Folklore Center at 17th and Pearl in Denver, and say goodbye. Michael Sullivan, and others off to stay with friends in the Haight. Some went to the Diggers pads, others to friends in the Pranksters, Michael went off to stay I think with Chet Helm.
Yet, we saw the pictures and heard the stories fairly quickly. The news services picked up on it and by the end of the week, Life and Time magazines had covered the event if I remember rightly. When friends came back they were full of tales of wonder. It made me want to head back to the Bay Area as soon as I could.
Though many of us were not there, it shaped us. It shaped me for the better I think. I became infected with the thought that changing the world was possible, and that we would achieve the goals that we set before us of realizing Peace, Love, Harmony, and merging with the Universe via Psychedelics in our life times… (not yet to late folks!!!!)
This event was pivotal. It brought a blessing and for some a curse. The cat was literally out of the bag with the first heavy media attention. San Francisco City Gov’t went on high alert, and the semi friendly Police no longer were… The die were cast, and The Summer Of Love was not far away…
Allen Ginsberg with Gary Snyder as Gary Blows The Conch at the opening ceremonies…
From an old friend, now past…
This is an excerpt from an essay that Elizabeth wrote, published in
Psychedelic Illuminations Magazine. It is included in
‘Scrapbook of a Haight Ashbury Pilgrim’ by Elizabeth Gips.
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The first great recognition of how many of us there
really were sharing this mystical, wordless and
magnificent experience of the Rainbow Heart, the
infinitely manifest, the wonder and magic of
being-ness beyond the individual ego, was the First
Human Be-In, January 14, 1967. It was not the speeches
of Ginsburg, Suzuki Roshi, Leary and the other
speakers on the platform or even the music that
touched us with mystic wonder. The wires were cut, and
for a long while there were no speeches, no music.
Only the murmur of 25,000 people, most of them on LSD,
grooving with each other, with the sunshine which had
come in the midst of a rainy month, and with the
manifest presence of Spirit.
It was so quiet. Women in lace table cloths, long dresses of oriental fabric, fantasies from every age and place moved gracefully through the silent crowd. Men in pied patterns smiled at the sky. The Diggers gave out turkey sandwiches. Everybody shared marijuana, apples, LSD and love. We knew that we were witnessing a massive blossoming of a new religion in the literal sense of being tied together again. This religion would never have churches or temples; this was a religion based on individual freedom and respect; we "dug each others vibes" and felt the coming together of an ancient family. Time dwindled to a no-point. Heart reached to heart in an almost soundless outpouring of love.
So when the music and the speeches started, when the mantra and the rock resounded, it was an ecstatic exclamation point on a massive experience. Call it heaven or samadhi; it set the parameters for a whole movement during the Summer of Love. Through the catalyst of LSD we had scratched through the surface of our separateness and recognized ourselves, our surroundings, all things as One. That afternoon, we truly became The Love Generation.
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Jefferson Airplane (with Signe) 1966 – ‘It’s No Secret’)
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The Poetry of Lenore Kandel
Now, with pleasure I would like to re-introduce you to Lenore Kandel, Poetess and Speaker at The Human Be-In. She had a long association with the Beat and Hippie Movement, being threatened with arrest for her works,(specifically ‘The Love Book’) and being the lover of Lew Welch at one time.
Who is Lenore Kandel?
In 1966, The Love Book was banned and seized similarly to how Allen Ginsberg’s Howl was treated almost a decade earlier. The ban on Howl was overturned at trial and the book can be found at any bookstore; the ban on The Love Book was upheld for 8 years, and the book was never reprinted until now.
Kandel was threatened with arrest if she read her poems at the University of New Mexico, where an assistant English professor defied the ban and gave the poems to his class to read. She read anyway, and the audience was so supportive that the cops were afraid to arrest her, for fear of sparking a riot.
She read at the San Francisco Be-in, sharing the stage with Jefferson Airplane.
She bridged the chasm between the Beats and the Hippies, and matched Kerouac, Ginsberg, Richard Brautigan, and Lew Welch for passion and intensity.
She was immortalized in Kerouac’s Big Sur as "Romana Schwartz".
Maxine Hong Kingston, in Tripmaster Monkey, wrote of her: "There were two wake-robins: Diane Wakowski and Lenore Kandel; the latter wailed out sex-challenge poems larger and louder than the men, who were still into cool."
Do you believe me when I say / youre beautiful
I stand here and look at you out of the vision of my eyes
and into the vision of your eyes and I see you and youre an
animal
and I see you and youre divine and I see you and youre a
divine animal
and youre beautiful
the divine is not separate from the beast; it is the total crea- ture that
transcends itself
the messiah that has been invoked is already here
you are that messiah waiting to be born again into awareness
you are beautiful; we are all beautiful
you are divine; we are all divine
divinity becomes apparent on its own recognition
accept the being that you are and illuminate yourself
by your own clear light
GOD/LOVE POEM
there are no ways of love but / beautiful /
I love you all of them
I love you / your cock in my hands
stirs like a bird
in my fingers
as you swell and grow hard in my hand
forcing my fingers open
with your rigid strength
you are beautiful / you are beautiful
you are a hundred times beautiful
I stroke you with my loving hands
pink-nailed long fingers
I caress you
I adore you
my finger-tips my palms
your cock rises and throbs in my hands
a revelation / as Aphrodite knew it
there was a time when gods were purer
/ I can recall nights among the honeysuckle
our juices sweeter than honey
/ we were the temple and the god entire/
I am naked against you
and I put my mouth on you slowly
I have longing to kiss you
and my tongue makes worship on you
you are beautiful
your body moves to me
flesh to flesh
skin sliding over golden skin
as mine to yours
my mouth my tongue my hands
my belly and my legs
against your mouth your love
sliding sliding
our bodies move and join
unbearably
your face above me
is the face of all the gods
and beautiful demons
your eyes
love touches love
the temple and the god
are one
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TO FUCK WITH LOVE PHASE III
to fuck with love
to love with all the heat and wild of fuck
the fever of your mouth devouring all my secrets and my alibis
leaving me pure burned into oblivion
the sweetness UNENDURABLE
mouth barely touching mouth
nipple to nipple we touched
and were transfixed
by a flow of energy
beyond anything I have ever known
we TOUCHED!
and two days later
my hand embracing your semen-dripping cock
AGAIN!
the energy
indescribable
almost unendurable
the barrier of noumenon-phenomenon
transcended
the circle momentarily complete
the balance of forces
perfect
lying together, our bodies slipping into love
that never have slipped out
I kiss your shoulder and it reeks of lust
the lust of erotic angels fucking the stars
and shouting their insatiable joy over heaven
the lust of comets colliding in celestial hysteria
the lust of hermaphroditic deities doing
inconceivable things to each other and
SCREAMING DELIGHT over the entire universe
and beyond
and we lie together, our bodies wet and burning, and
we WEEP we WEEP we WEEP the incredible tears
that saints and holy men shed in the presence
of their own incandescent gods
I have whispered love into every orifice of your body
As you have done
to me
my whole body is turning into a cuntmouth
my toes my hands my belly my breast my shoulder my eyes
you fuck me continually with your tongue you look
with your words with your presence
we are transmuting
we are as soft and warm and trembling
as a new gold butterfly
the energy
indescribable
almost unendurable
at night sometimes I see our bodies glow..
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Rose/Vision
Permit me the concept of the rose
the perfumed labyrinth
that leads one petal at a time
into oblivions heart
There are visions within the silence of the rose
and I not only see but am all possibilities
of time and space and change
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Hard Core Love
the divine is not separate from the beast; it is the total creature that
transcends itself
the messiah that has been invoked is already here
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Eros/Poem
Praise be to Eros who loves only beauty
and finds it everywhere
sharing his own soft wanton grace
with all who let his presence enter in
faithless as flowers, fickle as the wind-borne butterfly
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Joy Song,
Joy Song,
my beloved wields his sex
like a hummingbird
poised on the delicate brink
What pleasure to be a honey plant
and
open wide
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I am the god-animal, the mindless cuntdeity, the he-god animal
is over me, through me we are become one total angel
united in fire united in semen and sweat united in lovescream
sacred are our acts and our actions
sacred are our parts and our persons
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to fuck with love
to love with all the heat and wild of fuck
leaving me pure burned into oblivion
SCREAMING DELIGHT over the entire universe
and beyond
the energy
indescribable
almost unbearable
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I want to fuck you
I want to fuck you all the parts and places
I want you all of me
I am not sure where I leave off, where you begin
is there a difference, here in the soft permeable membranes
and the taste of your mouth is of me
and the taste of my mouth is of you
and moaning mouth to mouth
I want you to explode that hot spurt of pleasure inside me
and I want to lie there with you
smelling the good smell of fuck thats all over us
and you kiss me with that aching sweetness
and there is no end to love
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Jefferson Airplane – ‘Come Up The Years’