Awful quiet around here....maybe you and I are the only ones left who remember this, the sudden loss of the sense that all would be well just because. I wasn't in Berkeley, I was in Texas, but the same sense prevailed: the world was Spring, love would prevail.
And the best thing about the '60s was that we were younger, after all - though I'm not sure I'd care to be young now. Beautifully rendered, by the way, as always.
Does anyone remember Lee Hosten? He came to London from California to raise hell, sell weed and change the world. Drove a hearse around Bayswater. Got busted in Notting Hill, smeared his cell with shit, then bought the whole contents of a flower store in Ladbroke Grove and had it delivered to the police station addressed to the man. Often wonder what happened to him. Strange planet, 1969.
For me that green house you speak of so movingly will always be green and alive as home.
That home was bursting with worthwhileness.
As adults now we must teach our young what made life worthwhile for us, and hope they learn, and hope they yearn for their green house on the hill or shore of forever.
"I will tell you the truth of this:
God created youth and the joys of men.
They cannot from the first bear the fruit
of maturity, but take joy
in the world's pleasures, until a number of winters
have passed away in youth, so that the spirit loves
the look and substance of a mature state,
which many men throughout the world fittingly
serve in good ways of life. These men show wisdom
to the people, forsaking pride,
after the spirit puts to flight the foolishness of youth."
Jeremy's Gone Home, 2/1/17, RIP
Mark your hearts.
I believe he came into this world to help others display their compassion, just as he served his mentally disabled, soulfully enabled comrades. He did this with wit, jokes and puns, and immense sincerity.
To know him was to appreciate him, a hero burdened with psychological problems that bent his spirit but did not break it. Jeremy could be angry on occasion, but he could never hold a grudge; surely an awesome defect. He was not perfect, only most excellent.
So, we'll remember your love, and we'll remember your smile and laughter, we remember it now, and will, forever after.
Jeremy, your life and spirit, rare and well done!