An Interview With Steven Forrest
What’s your Sun-sign?
The question usually means someone is trying to pick you up at a party. Or perhaps that you’re in the presence of some self-proclaimed wizard who, upon getting an answer, attempts to describe you as if you were one of twelve varieties of breakfast cereal.
People change.
At 10 a.m. Saturday, April 9, the Felt Forum was like an enormous party. Thousands of people were standing around talking. Me and Eddie passed a man doing a crossword puzzle. Waiting to see Krishnamurti, doing a crossword puzzle!
We were sitting down at the bar, and Jean said, “There’s that guy again.”
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There is a theory that says a society evolves in much the same way as an individual, learning from periods of self-destructiveness, movements brought to fruition, or natural disasters. I’ve experienced a variety of turning points: cutting off a finger, having a baby, discovering hallucinogens, receiving unexpected money, the breaking up of a marriage, and falling in love. Basic stuff.
“If you stop to be kind you must swerve often from your path.”
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