want you to go on to picture the enlightenment or ignorance
of our human condition somewhat as follows. Imagine an underground
chamberlike a cave, with a long entrance open to the daylight
and as wide as the cave. In this chamber are men who have been
prisoners there since they were children, their legs and necks
being so fastened that they can only look straight ahead of
them and cannot turn their heads. Some way off, behind and higher
up, a fire is burning...
in the lounge was playing drums etc
[car brakes, sheets of metal, whatever. He was good].
May 2 Friday
the Philo teacher , thought we should experience something new.
He took the class down to] the Bagel Factory on Fairmount [it would
remain lost to me until 1981, though I searched for it. Dale
and I went down in my car. I discovered bagels were wonderful
(across the street others had soulvaki). Later that night I
took some to Ralph's, Mike was there too. They loved bagels
from then too.
told this story over the years, friends have noted how sheltered
we WASPs of the West Island were, if that could count as a philosophical
experience. Still bagels are good...and yes, the experience
would have its echos years later...]
probably the last day of class, Lavalle gave use wine, cheese
and bread. We talked, I sat with Gilles and Michelle.
I would see later in the year. By that time this intelligent
(yet slightly arrogant) young man had fucked himself with mescaline...oh
by the way, I passed the course.
II exam [I did well].
went to] Long
Sault [for the opening weekend. Rob
was to met me there, but he never showed (he'd gone to visit
read 'Thus Spoke Zarathustra' there. I read these lines while
sitting under the bright May sun:
sky above me! O pure, deep sky! You abyss of light! Gazing into
you, I tremble with divine desires...'
until about 3 am.
morning ] Tim
[Taylor, not Heron, I knew him from Abbott and Rennie] and
two others arrived [and asked to park their car on the site
too ] Campsite 33.
The weather was great. That night Foster and Arlene came up
too. I did mesc. Went on all night, people were everywhere,
and very noisy. "No one sleeps tonight!", yelled a
group of girls as they ran from campsite to campsite tearing
down tents (including mine)...
Mike, Brenda, Louise, Bennie, Pete,
Heather and Ralph go on their first Mt Marcy N.Y. trip from
May 14-19. They would speak of these trips in the same glowing
way I would of the trips to the farm...Note
Ralph, Mike and I went down to the Planetarium, but it was closed.
began the 'Stuart Duncan' drawing, one I would not finish
Ralph and I watched]
eclipse of the moon [in the field
behind Cedar Park School].
returned from up north.
Mike, Ralph, Rob, Mich and I went to the Planetarium [the
show was 'Exploring Planetary Systems'. In the lobby before
the show this guy about our age came up and just stood beside
Heather, staring at her. We did get rid of him.
During the show, which was good (we thought we might not like
it because of watching the eclipse the night before, but it
was still impressive), the planet Mars fell from the skies
and onto us, stopping on Heather (poor Heather) ].
with Sue, Ralph and Mike to the Hudson sand pits. At a house
outside awhile, there were blue-eyed huskies.
[Was at a place, a pool of water, the road was blocked by
trees. Went near there.
rumour spread that a motorcycle gang was coming, they never
were others there, one guy had a glass eye. It rained on and
the album 'Eat a Peach'. Mike and I saw 'Return of the Pink
Panther' at Fairview, Ralph, Rob and Mich couldn't get in
because of the line [or coming late?]
Note: From an email sent from George Kelly, September 27, 2007:
You've produced a very detailed piece of history of the West Island in the 70s.
I was on the Mount Marcy trip in May 1975 with Robbie Allison & Dale Hallett. It was indeed a blast. One guy from our group started fishing with a branch and proceeded to pull in over a dozen fish, much to the dismay of another fisherman who was equipped with all sorts of fancy gear.”
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