Saturday hippie: George Carlin

All kinds of folks shaped the movement.

By Bonnie via Wikimedia Commons
By Bonnie via Wikimedia Commons

Past Tense Postal Man

Here’s a take on a type I rather like.


The sixties were good to him . . . in his mind, he’s still there.
Grizzled and bearded, weary and wise, stoic and stoned,
he plays too much foos ball and drinks too much beer,
and still wears a bandanna around his long stringy hair.
He’s a man with a mission, but forgot what it was,
wasted and wistful, a sweet generous guy,
he shares his home, his big screen t.v., and booze,
the friendly neighborhood hound in a chemical buzz.

Vietnam has a lot to do with how he is today;
nightmares still get him, so he sits up late a lot;
three kids, one made special – the genetics of agent orange;
he doesn’t see much of them, thinks it’s better that way.
A patriot who paid with his mind and his drive,
one divorce behind him, he still can’t relate.
He’s full of good intentions, promises…

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Charlie Hunnam in Vogue

There’s something in the hippie style that continues to inspire and attract. Remember, though, it started in the streets and threatened the clothing industry.


I LOVE this photoshoot of Charlie Hunnam and model Caroline Trentini in the December issue of Vogue. I dig the style and theme of the shoot. It’s like sexual hippie bad boy land. WITH A PUPPY DOG! Aaaaaw. I love.





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Is there ever a limit?

Further – also known as Furthur – became famous as the bus Ken Kesy and the Merry Pranksters road to spread their hippie gospel. This is the second of the two buses by that name, photographed by Joe Mabel via Wikimedia Commons.
Further – also known as Furthur – became famous as the bus Ken Kesy and the Merry Pranksters rode to spread their hippie gospel. This is the second of the two buses by that name, photographed by Joe Mabel via Wikimedia Commons.

In the Hippie Love version of my twice-told tale, the focus is on one hippie boy and his sequence of lovers. In his quest for a soul mate and muse, how much is enough? And how much is simply too much? Or is there ever a limit? Crucially, as he discovers, no two women are alike. Especially when it comes to hippie chicks.

I thought of all of the social looping with the freaks I’d met through Ramona … Maybe I should feel a little guilty. Or maybe just more grateful.


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Where there’s a flicker …

Behind the mellow clothing and words was a hard-driven desperation and a hunger for satisfaction. This is a story that pushes into dark places. Don’t say you weren’t warned.

Of course, I was conflicted. I’d always avoided sharing a lover with another, at least as far as I knew. Now, though, I was recalculating my history …


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So what was missing?

Sometimes even when your wildest dreams are answered, you’re still left hungering for more. So what is love’s elusive element in each affair? And what becomes a right fit? Here’s one hippie-boy’s wild ride through a sequence of lovers, each with her own unique sensibilities and stipulations.

The colorful and varied encounters lead him to find what makes a right fit in the end.

“You still feeling lonely?” Nita inquired. Well, lonely wasn’t exactly the word I would have used, but it was close. On one hand, I was exhausted and confused by my series of sexual and romantic liaisons. On the other, well, I was still spending more nights sleeping alone than entwined.

I was still mourning the final episodes with Vi when I picked up the phone at the office.


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He was just girl-watching, at first

During the hippie years, many daring souls moved to spiritual hermitages called an ashram to live with a guru. Here’s the story of one renegade mountain farm where eight residents discover that their quest for transcendence and enlightenment has everything to do with baking bread and mixing cement. As for the guru, she’s both earthy and demanding. It’s Om, Sweet Om, in the end.

Soorya_Surya_.“Taking up yoga was practically a joke. I watched a couple of girls practicing these exercises on the beach and thought, ‘Hey, I can do those!’ So, presuming I could really impress them, I marched straight up and asked them to instruct me. Boy, was I in for a surprise! This routine is harder than it looks. One thing led to another and here I am, two years later, on a yoga farm in the mountains. None of my old friends back in New Jersey can believe it. Sometimes, neither can I.

“We begin with the exercises and can’t figure out how these peculiar twists and stretches will change our lives. But they do. In time, we leave the daily physical exercises behind we move further into other dimensions of yoga – the meditation, especially. Suddenly clear of so many former obstacles, little do we suspect the tough new regimen we’re about to face. Discipline, we discover, lets us grow.

“Swami insists on hard labor. Lots of it, in the kitchen and fields and woods. Scrubbing toilet bowls and pounding nails and mixing cement and shoveling manure for the garden. It’s not as exciting as saying, ‘Hey, man, we’re really into meditation and chanting,’ but it’s just as crucial. Maybe more so. Swami’s orders seem so outlandish when you first hear them. But she’s the most natural person I’ve ever met.

“Look closely at the farmhouse. Nothing’s properly squared. Everything’s at an unintended angle. That’s all of our amateur labor at work. Swami says it reveals the love that’s gone into building.

“We put ordinary people to work. Few who come here have practical skills – many can’t even use a broom or hammer properly when they first show up. But that doesn’t stop us. We know the value of the basic skills of living. We guide them by example, and they return some devotion and toil as an offering to the Lord. That’s the way work should be done, anyway. The path of karma yoga is the most down-to-earth, yet profound route to self-realization. That’s why it gets the royal emphasis around here. Talk theory all you want, but when you come face-to-face with a task like vacuuming floors or washing dirty clothes or hauling rock up the scaffolding, ideas are put to the test. You put up or shut up. And then maybe you start learning. As falsehoods clear away, you open to the truth. Karma yoga can push you to the limit.”


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