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Woodstock [Aug. 15th, 2009|11:08 am]
Tony Grist
Forty years since Woodstock? So it is. Here, have a poem:


WOODSTOCK

 

And all the generations go

Down-a-down-derry.

 

This is mine

Spread out like sheep on the pale green hills,

Ingesting smoke-

You dig it, man?-

Changing the world with daddy’s money.

 

Arlo is sweet,

Hendrix amazing,

Baez sings out pure as a bell

In a chapel of air, the high notes smoking.

 

Down-a-down-derry.

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[User Picture]From: sovay
2009-08-15 04:22 pm (UTC)
In a chapel of air, the high notes smoking.

I like that.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2009-08-15 04:36 pm (UTC)
Thanks.

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[User Picture]From: daisytells
2009-08-15 06:04 pm (UTC)
"Changing the world with Daddy's money."
So true. (My Daddy had no money to support me with, so I noticed the others more than they did themselves).
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[User Picture]From: daisytells
2009-08-15 06:05 pm (UTC)
It was easy to be a beatnik if Daddy sent a check every month. More difficult if one had to earn one's way - I did.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2009-08-15 07:40 pm (UTC)
The 60s were a free ride for many of our generation. Then they had to get jobs- and the peace and harmony came to an end.
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[User Picture]From: mummm
2009-08-15 06:50 pm (UTC)
That's quite good.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2009-08-15 08:05 pm (UTC)
Thanks.
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[User Picture]From: jackiejj
2009-08-15 10:44 pm (UTC)
I liked this poem!

I remember Woodstock year very well. I was painting that year, acrylics, listening over and over to Judy Blue Eyes (Crosby, Stills, and Nash) and the musical Hair. Didn't get to Woodstock, but I walked around our apartment neighborhood during a solar eclipse, barefooted, because I was pregnant with Kate and wanted her to be (like me) a Flower Child and thought the eclipse would influence her baby psyche! (It did, too--or maybe all the hippie music I played that year, because Kate is a most creative person.)

Edited at 2009-08-15 10:45 pm (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2009-08-16 08:19 am (UTC)
1969 was, if I remember rightly, the year I walked to Glastonbury and hung out- briefly- with hippies on Glastonbury Tor.

I was into the Doors, I think- and the not so hip Simon and Garfunkel.
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From: wokenbyart
2009-08-16 11:14 am (UTC)
Were you a hippy? I somehow can't imagine you being into dope and colourful clothes!!
;)
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2009-08-16 12:35 pm (UTC)
No, I wasn't. Not really. More of a fellow traveller. I took LSD once to see what it was like.

My clothes have got more colourful with age. You should see the candy-striped jumper I'm wearing today.



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From: wokenbyart
2009-08-16 04:35 pm (UTC)
*grins*
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From: jorrocks_j
2009-08-16 10:54 pm (UTC)

"There was an old Derry-Down-Derry..."

....who loved to see little folk merry.
So he wrote them a book
and with laughter they shook
at the fun of that Derry-Down-Derry!"


--Edward Lear, opening lines to his first book of Nonsense
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2009-08-17 08:02 am (UTC)

Re: "There was an old Derry-Down-Derry..."

I adore Edward Lear.
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