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This is a sprightly documentary memoir about the way of life and state of mind known a long time ago as bohemia. The bohemians, now as extinct as bimetalists and phrenologists, flourished in the 19th and early 20th centuries in a setting of red wine, turpentine, bawdy songs in beery baritones, long flowing skirts for the women, and a general clamor for free love, free thought and freeloading. Bohemians were a very different tribe from today's subcultural exponents of acid, pot, Zen, odd sex, no-war and not-much-art. The bohemians bellowed defiance at the Establishment...
...still witty private working as a waiter in an officers' mess at a divisional headquarters in Northern Ireland. Here, as in other scenes, the denizens of Powell's world-upper-class intelligentsia with outposts in the City, the aristocracy and in the upper bohemia of the theater, journalism, painting and music-find their highly contoured personalities flattened into military shape...
Most of the new film makers are as far out as their films. Many of them are poets and painters who belong to the New Bohemia and can be found on Manhattan's Lower East Side or in San Francisco's North Beach. They are apt to wear hair to the shoulders and beards to the ears; some smoke grass and turn on frequently with LSD. A few can count on a small, steady income from film rentals. But most under ground moviemakers, though their movies as a rule cost less than $500, feel lucky if they break...
Ramparts began publishing in Menlo Park, Calif., which was, as Hinckle puts it, "a ridiculous place to publish a magazine." So it moved to one of those topless streets in San Francisco's New Left Bohemia. The staffers fill the magazine with clever if sophomoric humor. Public figures distasteful to Ramparts are pictured as various beasts of prey. The latest, Columnist Max Lerner, is shown as a "Common Boar" who would rather be "fed than...
...Soul. In San Francisco's newest bohemia, the Haight-Ashbury district, Al Johnson, an unemployed musician, throws a party every Wednesday night in his basement pad. He serves coffee, invites in an embryo rock group, charges neighbors 50? to drop by-and clears $30 to $40 a week, enough to pay the musicians' carfare and, more important, his rent. In Squaw Valley, half a dozen ski bachelors are renting a cabin for the winter. To pay for it, they are giving mammoth spaghetti-dinner parties every Saturday night. Charging $1.50 to $2 a head, they hope to clear...