२४ जून, २००६

"Turn off your mind, relax, float downstream."

Luc Sante reviews Robert Greenfield's new biography of Timothy Leary:
He was initially known as an expert on personality assessment, but, while on a sojourn in Mexico the following year, he was introduced to psilocybin mushrooms, and the experience was so transformative that psychedelics promptly became the central force in his life, his research and his teaching....

It wasn't long before any pretense to scientific detachment fell away and controlled experiments were chucked in favor of missionary zeal and contempt for all mundane exigencies. Chaotic tripping parties ensued, involving students, under "spiritual" or "philosophical" pretexts.
Teachers involving their students in spiritual exercises? Now, that is outrageous. But he lost his position as a Harvard professor soon enough.
[T]he psychedelic caravan picked up the Hitchcock siblings, Peggy, Billy and Tommy, heirs to the Mellon fortune, and through them acquired the use of a fabulous rambling house and huge estate in Millbrook, N.Y. This became the headquarters of Leary and gang for the better part of five years, a period filled with endless parties, epiphanies and breakdowns, emotional dramas of all sizes.... It was also at Millbrook that Leary, [Richard] Alpert and Ralph Metzner wrote "The Psychedelic Experience" (1964), which contained the injunction to "turn off your mind, relax, float downstream," appropriated two years later by John Lennon for "Tomorrow Never Knows," the last song on "Revolver."...

[H]e had no interest in politics. He called student activists "young men with menopausal minds" and suggested that LSD could stand for "Let the State Disintegrate." But by 1968, his slogans were so poised between derangement and Madison Avenue that they could pass for visionary; "Everyone should start their own nation," he uttered, just days after Martin Luther King's assassination. It was awfully hard to tell charlatans from prophets at the time, and besides, the denatured, anti-intellectual language that dominated discourse then (and is still with us, in a New Age guise) had been rolling off Leary's tongue since before he had ingested a single microgram of lysergic acid: people engaged in emotional "games"; all the world's bad stuff was a "system"; the state of being clued-in was "consciousness," and so on.
Oh, that's painful to read! We Baby Boomers were steeped in this stuff -- whether we took LSD or not. I think it had much more impact than the SDS material that also soddened my generation.

Read the whole review. The plot of Leary's life is convoluted. At one point, he's in Algiers, in the care of Eldridge Cleaver. ("It was a new experience for me to be dependent on a strong, variable, sexually restless, charismatic leader who was insanely erratic. I usually played that role myself.") But it's this that makes me want to read the book:
[T]he book provides a crash course in several aspects of 60's culture: its often gaseous rhetoric, its reliance on mahatmas and soothsayers, its endless bail-fund benefits and sometimes dubious appeals to conscience, its thriving population of informers, its contribution to the well-being of lawyers, its candyland expectations and obstinate denials of reality, its fatal avoidance of critical thinking, its squalid death by its own hand. That still leaves many meritorious elements largely outside Leary's sphere: civil rights, the antiwar movement, music and art, the impulse toward communitarianism, to name a few. In part because of Leary, however, ideals and delusions were encouraged to interbreed, their living progeny being avid consumerism and toothless dissent.
Turn off your mind, relax, float downstream....

२० टिप्पण्या:

Palladian म्हणाले...

"That still leaves many meritorious elements largely outside Leary's sphere: civil rights, the antiwar movement, music and art, the impulse toward communitarianism, to name a few."

With the exception of civil rights, are any of those things "meritorious"? The "anti-war" movement, which sealed the fate of over a million people in the killing fields and continues its "moral" crusade of abandonment and surrender to this day? Communitarianism which led to such notably peaceful and productive microsocieties as Jonestown? Music and art, which were largely abandoned, not invented, with the demise of the sixties?

Some would say that these things, many of them perfect examples of the "gaseous rhetoric" and "candyland expectations and obstinate denials of reality" and "fatal avoidance of critical thinking" are the truly pernicious legacy of the sixties.

Squalid death, indeed.

Bissage म्हणाले...

"We Baby Boomers were steeped in this stuff -- whether we took LSD or not."

So were we: Those of us younger, at a very impressionable age, who looked up to the Baby Boomers.

In our pajamas we were allowed to stay up late and we sat on the floor and we watched television and we saw a story about a boy and his dog. And there was music for us that had flowed downstream.

It would be years before we would have a copy of "Revolver" to call our own.

Word Verification: urbdcnsng

(Okay. I just made that up.)

Gordon Freece म्हणाले...

Now, wait a minute. Even if "sodden" were a verb, it wouldn't be transitive.

Maybe "besot"?


Palladian,

I won't argue about art (though in my view Roy Lichtenstein was less worthless than Jackson Pollock), but music? That is very highly debatable.

Wouldn't trade a dead cat for Nilsson, though.

Ann Althouse म्हणाले...

Palladian: Very trenchant.

Bissage: I always felt sorry for you 70s kids. And at first I thought you meant this.

Ann Althouse म्हणाले...

P: I thought a lot about that usage. Read this and explain why you think I'm wrong.

Ann Althouse म्हणाले...

I considered "besotted," but the root there is about stupidity not wetness, which is what I wanted. "Sodden" has a root that means "boiled" -- it goes with "steeped." This was massively intentional.

KCFleming म्हणाले...

What a long strange mess the 60s created.

Really, isn't it about time for the 60s to say, "sorry about last night", and clean up after themselves?

Bissage म्हणाले...

I saw "A Boy and His Dog" at one of those second-run houses (remember those?) for a buck-fifty or two bucks or something. I didn't think it was all that great a movie but I liked the dog and I absolutely howled at that scene where the protagonist-guy thinks he's hit the bigtime only to find himself at the wrong end of a milking machine.

Years later I would become horrified to learn that the "Miami Vice" Don Johnson I loathed was the very same guy I had felt so sorry for.

Go figure.

Ann Althouse म्हणाले...

"What a long strange mess the 60s created..."

Yeah, my entire life.

I don't see as how I get a do over.

Gordon Freece म्हणाले...

Ann,

"To make or become sodden", it says. Yep, transitive and all.

Oops. Mea culpa.

I still find it jarring. But I still don't have another word that'll do the job. Even if "besot" had once connoted wetness, it doesn't now. Maybe "besoddened", which even the OED won't countenance, but what do they know?

"Besmottered" is totally cool, but it's got nothing to do with saturation.

Gordon Freece म्हणाले...

Or beschmatta'd.

XWL म्हणाले...

"its often gaseous rhetoric, its reliance on mahatmas and soothsayers, its endless bail-fund benefits and sometimes dubious appeals to conscience, its thriving population of informers, its contribution to the well-being of lawyers, its candyland expectations and obstinate denials of reality, its fatal avoidance of critical thinking, its squalid death by its own hand."

After reading that bit, I can't help but think that the reviewer inadvertently came up with perfect definition of the left today.

There are still too many folks (especially academic-types) who drink far too deeply from that foul well of wretched ideas.

The other thought I have is what if the reviewer writes in a far better and more engaging style than the original author?

Luc Sante writes well, but just because he found the book engaging and waxes eloquently about the book, doesn't mean the book is eloquent in its own right.

Has anyone out there been convinced to watch a film or read a book based on a dazzling review, only to realize the reviewer displayed more artistry in describing the work than the work itself had?

Beth म्हणाले...

Bissage, Soul Asylum has a song that speaks to our generation, the younger brothers and sisters:

And we were too young to be hippies
Missed out on the love
Turned to a teen in the late 70s
In the summer of the drugs


I never had any reason to care about Leary. By the time I was encountering LSD in my school and community, I think we saw Leary as pretentious, like one of those leering high school teachers who'd try to get us high school girls stoned and play his his Stones albums. And I was reading Baba Rum Raisin in National Lampoon long before I know who Baba Ram Dass was, and why he was worth satirizing. Be Here Now!

Eli Blake म्हणाले...

Palladian: The anti-war movement saved the lives of thousands more American servicemen who were bogged down in an unwinnable guerilla war. Even Richard Nixon could see that, and deserves the credit for getting us out. So I take it that you would have stayed there and lost more troops?

I've always said that I was too young to worry about going to Vietnam (though I very much grew up in the 1960's), but if I'd been old enough, I'd have burned my draft card. Publically announcing today that I'd have done that then is as close as I can come to joining the 1960's anti-war movement.

Also-- those who fail to learn their history are condemned to repeat it. True in life as well as in college. We see the same kind of situation today, with George Bush's urging to 'stay the course' eerily reminiscent of some of the things LBJ said. The best hope for peace in Iraq is something like the amnesty that they are working on now, but one reason for that is because it sets a timetable for the withdrawal of U.S. troops while integrating the insurgents back into the general populace with no retaliation.

Jeff with one 'f' म्हणाले...

For an understanding of 70's childhood, see this.

Gordon Freece म्हणाले...

Eli,

"Condemned to repeat it"? Condemned to repeat which part of it? Whichever part Eli Blake assigns them. That means it has to be something he's familiar with.

But what if (hypothetically, of course) there were a higher authority in the universe than Eli Blake? What then?

Mr. Forward म्हणाले...

I did burn my draft card and consider it one of the most shameful things I ever did. I bet I'm not the only one that feels that way.

KCFleming म्हणाले...

I am surprised no one's yet mentioned the Moody Blues Legend Of A Mind:

Timothy Learys dead.
No, no, no, no, hes outside looking in.
Hell fly his astral plane,
Takes you trips around the bay,
Brings you back the same day
, etc., etc.

Like "Tomorrow Never Knows", it's a song I love to hear every once in awhile. I can't say whether it captures a drug experience, or whether it's better heard during one, but the states of candyland and denial are made most appealing.

Gordon Freece म्हणाले...

"He who forgets all of history but Vietnam is condemned to accuse everybody of repeating it."

Chills me to the very marrow, that does.

Gary F म्हणाले...

I'm not a big anti-drug guy, but if I recall correctly from my college days (having a professor good enough to present all sorts of original source material), Leary was doing some very clever work in personality theory, which he never finished what with becoming a wacko and all.