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I wanted to touch him, hold him and laugh with him, show him something — just one thing — good about the world, but I couldn’t think of anything just then. I wanted to fold his mother into me, whoever she was, and love her, build for myself and these two people I didn’t even know a world where laughter and gentleness is possible, not distorted.
By Gary PhillipsSeptember 1974Everyone in high, high heels, reaching for heaven, an eyebrow raised above the clouds, trying to see.
By Sy SafranskyJuly 1974High up just inside the dome of the great public domain, there is being prepared now a World’s Fair, a great unveiling.
By JasonJuly 1974Like everyone, I was looking for inner peace and happiness. There were the days of booze and drugs. The two hours each day of Yoga positions which included breathing exercises that almost blew my head off. Concentrative meditation which was preceded by a primal scream for everyone to be quiet.
By Tommy DeanJuly 1974To come to an understanding of the intrinsic workings of everyday life, primitive man sought order amidst the chaos of his existence. Tides came in and washed over ground that was dry and untouchable only days before. Cold made barren the lushness of a summer forest.
By Stephen MartinJuly 1974Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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