Do we count as Bohemians?

[TE999]

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Sighs....TE...just hooked up with a little ozzie girl from Melbourne...she has a Deitrich avatar and hums Lili Marlene in my ear...and damned 19 hour time difference is killing me...her clothes come off tonight....grins...

ami...

Ain't that always the way.

The cute ones are always over the next hill.

Thank Al Gore we have the internet--LMAO!

 

[keeblercrumb]

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Sighs....TE...just hooked up with a little ozzie girl from Melbourne...she has a Deitrich avatar and hums Lili Marlene in my ear...and damned 19 hour time difference is killing me...her clothes come off tonight....grins...

ami...

You are really proud of this girl....... not that I am counting but I think you were crowing about her the other day as well. I gather she a small dick fetish.... well good on ya mate.

I am concerned that this thread seems to be differentiating bohemians (but I agree the 9-5 job thing is a disqualifier, unless the proceeds go into the food and pot fund... ), beatniks and hippies... I prefer to think of it as a continuim....

I fondly remember a summer in the early 70's of living the life.... sighhh. In particular, one late Saturday morning as we were contemplating our first beer or joint of the day when Nelson commented that he was horny.

Now ordinarily this kind of statement would be kind of a throw away but this was Nelson. And Nelson was married to Ann (they were our only married couple) and Ann was sweet, attractive and..... mmmm.... extremely friendly.

So Nelson's casual remark was greeted with stunned silence as the morning fog from Friday night's excesses slowly cleared. "Uhhhhh,..... why is that, Nelson?" someone finally asked.

"Ann went to the Doctor a couple of weeks ago and she has some kind of infection and is not supposed to have sex." Nelson replied, as he focused on rolling the first joint of the day.

Suddenly the fog was lifted from our collective brains faster than Alexander Haigs assurances he was in charge at the White House following Reagan's shooting. This was followed by exchanged looks around the room... which silently verified that all of us had been the beneficiaries of Ann's love bounty in the way more recent past. Just as quickly, we each made a mental note to visit to the free clinic as soon as possible.

"Pass that joint, over here, Nelson, I need a hit".



Just wanted to share with the group.

-KC

 

[oggbashan]

What were those French things called? Galloises or sumpin? Egytian Ovals are great conversation pieces on the coffee table.

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amicus...

Those French cigarettes are called Gauloises, supplied in squashy packs like Camels. They now come in filter tip versions. You can even get Gauloises Blondes which are the French interpretation of Virginia tobacco (and nothing like Virginia tobacco). Another French cigarette is Gitanes. They are flat packs of 20.

The 1960s UK trendy cigarettes were Black Russians or Passing Clouds. Passing Clouds were fat oval-sectioned Turkish tobacco and the name referred to a quote from an opium-smoking author, possibly De Quincey.

Og

 

[amicus]

Those French cigarettes are called Gauloises, supplied in squashy packs like Camels. They now come in filter tip versions. You can even get Gauloises Blondes which are the French interpretation of Virginia tobacco (and nothing like Virginia tobacco). Another French cigarette is Gitanes. They are flat packs of 20.

The 1960s UK trendy cigarettes were Black Russians or Passing Clouds. Passing Clouds were fat oval-sectioned Turkish tobacco and the name referred to a quote from an opium-smoking author, possibly De Quincey.

Og

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Yeah, Ogg...De Quincey rings a bell in association with the Ovals, very trendy and very 'hip' at the time....ah...those were the days my friend...we thought they'd never end, we'd live forever and a day....sighs...

Ami....

 

[oggbashan]

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Yeah, Ogg...De Quincey rings a bell in association with the Ovals, very trendy and very 'hip' at the time....ah...those were the days my friend...we thought they'd never end, we'd live forever and a day....sighs...

Ami....

Quoting Mary Hopkin? She had a squeaky-clean image at the time but took years to recover from the 1960s.

Og

 

[amicus]

Quoting Mary Hopkin? She had a squeaky-clean image at the time but took years to recover from the 1960s.

Og

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Ogg...I personally think a lot of people took years to recover from the 60's, some never did....smiles...

Ami...

 

[keeblercrumb]

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Ogg...I personally think a lot of people took years to recover from the 60's, some never did....smiles...

Ami...

You rang?

-KC

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I am concerned that this thread seems to be differentiating bohemians (but I agree the 9-5 job thing is a disqualifier, unless the proceeds go into the food and pot fund... ), beatniks and hippies... I prefer to think of it as a continuim....


-KC

I, on the other hand, went through elaborate pains to maintain my beatnik identity in a sea of swarming hippies in the late 60's and on through the 70's (and 80's. Jesus! Still going!)

I never believed in the power of peace and love or saw the virtue in unshaven legs or brown rice and back-to-the-land, but I did have a beard, loved jazz, drugs, sex, and poetry, and adopted the Kerouacian working class aesthetic. That made me a beat, the way I figured it, and I'd been reading them since high school. They were my heroes.

In general, hippies were more political than Beats (they had to be. Vietnam was going on). Beats (we bridled at the name "beatniks") were much more cool and detached from society and observational. As a beat, I confess to even having a certain soft spot for Nixon. He might be a madman but he was our madman, and quite a fine madman he was. I took part in the anti-Vietnam war movement simply because it was the right thing to do. You couldn't ignore it.

You forgot to say whether you have a mattress on the floor. This is rather de rigeur for bohos, beats, and hippies. Either that or a cinder-block bed. You can tell hippies from beats by the hippy's use of the American Flag for a window shade and the smell of cat shit and patchouli oil in his apartment. Cat shit and pathouli (+ dope) was the Official Aroma of San Francisco in the late 60's

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I am concerned that this thread seems to be differentiating bohemians (but I agree the 9-5 job thing is a disqualifier, unless the proceeds go into the food and pot fund... ), beatniks and hippies... I prefer to think of it as a continuim....


-KC

It was a continuum, but I went through elaborate pains to maintain my beatnik identity in a sea of swarming hippies in the late 60's and on through the 70's (and 80's. Jesus! Still going!)

I never believed in the power of peace and love or saw the virtue in unshaven legs or brown rice and back-to-the-land, but I did have a beard, loved jazz, drugs, sex, and poetry, and adopted the Kerouacian working class aesthetic. In general, hippies were more political than Beats (they had to be. Vietnam was going on), who were much more cool and observational. As a beat, I confess to even having a certain soft spot for Nixon. He might be a madman but he was our madman, and quite a fine madman he was. I took part in the anti-Vietnam war movement simply because it was the right thing to do. You couldn't ignore it.

You forgot to say whether you have a mattress on the floor. This is rather de rigeur for bohos, beats, and hippies. Either that or a cinder-block bed. You can tell hippies from beats by the hippy's use of the American Flag for a window shade and the smell of cat shit and patchouli oil in his apartment. Cat shit and pathouli (+ weed) was the Official Aroma of San Francisco in the late 60's

 

[jomar]

Macrame and Indian (not Native American) print cotton hangings.

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

BTW, my wife and I are faithful to one another. There's none of that going on .

Oh?

. . . I work a 9-5 desk job but I'm working slowly through grad school.

Uh-huh . . . and what are they doing then?

 

[keeblercrumb]

Oh?

Uh-huh . . . and what are they doing then?

Oh Rox!!! That was supposed to be a surprise!!!

-KC

 

[oggbashan]

Macrame and Indian (not Native American) print cotton hangings.

Candles stuck in Chianti bottles. A lighted candle was useful for relighting your spliff because few of us were experienced cigarette rollers and no one would use a Rizla machine.

Og

 

[cloudy]

I guess deadheads are more hippy than bohemian.

*sigh*

ah, well. I guess I've been called a hippy for too long to change now.

http://www.hippieshop.com/mas_assets/thumb/29346.jpg

 

[cantdog]

Hey, don't knock cloves . . . .

Sexy lady in heels and stockings, reclining back and sucking on a clove cigarette . . . *shudder*

Stockings....

 

[cantdog]

great handle, by the way. welcome to the A.H.

 

[AvoidingRealWork]

I did forget the bongos! How else can the organic-cotton-overall-wearing kids play along to Woody Guthrie and Wozzeck!

Shame on me - no carob with my home-dried carrot chips tonight!

H

Bohemian != Beatnik

 

[AvoidingRealWork]

Oh?

Uh-huh . . . and what are they doing then?

Working quickly through grad school. Duh.

 

[AvoidingRealWork]

great handle, by the way. welcome to the A.H.

Thank you, cantdog!

 

[Handprints]

Bohemian != Beatnik

Not quite. Note: if you thought Lisa Jones' Bulletproof Diva was the most pointless piece of navel-gazing ever, you're really not going to like this post.

Beats were moderns: jazz, Ti'Jean, Pynchon, nods to International Socialism (berets and bleu) as a form of class denial, Stuart Davis, Claes Oldeburg, etc. Hippies were fauve utopians: the Dead, van Gogh, Maharishi Mahesh, Hesse, Pirsig, year-zero politics, etc. Both groups used visual identifiers to show their alignments with a multi-dimensional set of interests and beliefs. Although there was no shortage of subsets within each group, appearance and signalling were well-policed. There are social and, in some cases, political overlaps (especially in the mid-sixties when many beats began to abandon modernism) but no real overlap of identity between the two groups.

Bohemians ain't much like that: there's no real way to guess interests or politics from appearance, nor is there usually much common ground beyond an aesthetic/phenomenological stance derived from French sensualism, a magpie approach to interior decoration and a Byronic dress sense. They're orders of magnitude less interested in consensus than any other group in the alt***** continuum.

Put another way, it's not hard to guess which group member is most likely to own: a magic bus, a framed photo of Carl Solomon, or an elephant's foot umbrella stand.

I'm sure this post will be of enormous use in everyone's daily life...
H

 

[TE999]

Okay--which one of these societal sub-groups were so nutty about M.C. Escher, Maxfield Parrish, Vincent Van Gogh, Oscar Wilde's engravings and the like?

I associate them with the hippies--but I could be wrong.

 

[AvoidingRealWork]

Bohemians are responsible for the Thirty Years War, you know. Troublemakers, the lot of them.

 

[cloudy]

Bohemians are responsible for the Thirty Years War, you know. Troublemakers, the lot of them.

Oh, good. Glad I'm a hippy, then.

 

[The_Fool]

I guess I will just have to settle for quasi redneck, even if I really don't care for NASCAR.

 

[Handprints]

Okay--which one of these societal sub-groups were so nutty about M.C. Escher, Maxfield Parrish, Vincent Van Gogh, Oscar Wilde's engravings and the like?

I associate them with the hippies--but I could be wrong.

For the first three, hippies plus anyone else who preferred acid (you might also have included Blake and Friedrich.) Wilde wasn't a visual artist, so I'm not sure which engraver you mean.

H