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Woodstock is . . .

Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. 23-years of writing for a newspaper has served him well.

Personal Thinking is

. . . before you read this piece, you might have tasted Fear as you've never felt it before--when I started this work on March 2, late at night, snuggling with my many, many cups of black coffee. If I knew the highly-touted brand name on my container of coffee would pay me $12,000.00, I would plug that brand until it made you sick.

. . . the overwhelming reason that Fear and I glared at each other was simple. I had a blank place with no real thoughts to put on it. You really can't get anymore terrified than I was.


 Tents and cars of spectators at Woodstock.

Tents and cars of spectators at Woodstock.

 Opening ceremony at Woodstock. Swami Satchidananda speaking.

Opening ceremony at Woodstock. Swami Satchidananda speaking.

The Perfect Picture of Panic Attacks . . .

"Hey! I'm right here! In the middle! Please get me outtta here!"

Woodstock was . . .

Too many lights; Too many seams between dark and light; Mistrusted minds on paranoid "downers" crying for someone to sleep; The Sand Man trapsing the hillside; Max Yasgur had not smiled this much since he showed a profit; Vinyl, sweet vinlyl, maybe the three-LP gig will work; Look at the pretty girl wearing a quilt; Don't take drugs, they might take you; Wavy again--poor soul. No home to live in; Arlo's drunk again!; Sopping dirt-ridden socks worn by an exhausted man who remains nameless; Let's move to Bethel, just as far in as the city limits will go; Stop that chanting!; What in the name of creation are those nine guys with video cameras; Lighting is striking, Bill; Get back!; What? The Beatles can't come?; More food! More food!; And the little children singing songs from their heart; Joni, what have you done?; CSN&Y, sounds more like a defuct railroad; Drums are wet! Someone get me the doctor; Get the Heat back on!; Night came early; Cutting yourself with pinecones; Is Willy going to give us the burgers; Get Richie back if he's still here; Arlo's drunk again; The crowd is dwindling, spindling, and finally dragging their tales back home. And so it was, 750,000 + people, met in the pastureland of Max "I'm a farmer" Yasgur and doggone it! He was among the honest stiffs.


Richie Havens performing at Woodstock.

Richie Havens performing at Woodstock.

Woodstock is . . .

a rut or two made by V-8 engines; a few curse words yelled to an ear of some soul who drifted off asleep--drugs, you know; a gap in Time, rather a small, but deliberate hole that high-flying and thinking men tried to fill that historical tear in the tired fabric of Illusion so truth could stand; the songs sang by soon-to-be starving-seekers of some New Way that only fell short; Loud voices day and night giving the latest things being said in the woods; Birds, deer, and some helicopters made the day bearable when the drug-dazed thousands melted into their own sky; Stars from a time ago singing notes from forgotten sheet music kept safe by Electro-Magnetic Recording Tape; Steel, sweat, and silly notions from the Loners who flew away too quickly and some said they died; Survival of the foods; A masquerading of rigid names known one sunrise, and forgotten the next; The Common Law: Everyone's biggest joke; What arts? What crafts?: Nails, hammers, and lumber promised someone to pay for it; The National Guard, bless their heart--quickly volunteering to "guard" a lonesome crowd of multi-colored souls; Several flags flying with not one reason for the breeze; Where did Richie Havens go?


© 2018 Kenneth Avery

Comments

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on March 06, 2018:

Elijah -- your comments are very interesting. Woodstock, contrary to Monterrey Blues Festival, were more of a spiritual side of life where as Monterrey was what it was: Free Enterprise. See if you can find an article by Eric Burdon (and the Animals) who were there and I was surprised that how long they stayed.

Peace.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on March 06, 2018:

Elijah -- your comments are very interesting. Woodstock, contrary to Monterrey Blues Festival, were more of a spiritual side of life where as Monterrey was what it was: Free Enterprise. See if you can find an article by Eric Burdon (and the Animals) who were there and I was surprised that how long they stayed.

Peace.

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on March 03, 2018:

Interesting rambling, Kenneth, were you there?

I wasn't at the Woodstock gathering but I have been to a few "Rainbow Gatherings of Living Light's" annual repay of Woodstock. Some of what you said was still happening in the various national forests where they gather.

Dotted throughout the meadows, when I last attended one, were kitchens for maintaining the food for feeding the thousands who still made the annual retreat. Scattered throughout them were the religious of many kinds seeking to inspire seeking a deeper truth beyond traditional dogmas, including me, to not stop seeking but "objectively observe, participate as needed for obtaining different effects and reasoning with to find 'your' truth". I hope to return to at least one in the near future to see just how it is faring.

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