The wild communal life

I am fascinated by the image of the wild-n-free communes in the 60s. On the one hand, it seems like such a cool concept. On the other hand, it seems so hopeless, ridiculous, and filthy. I recently rented Easy Rider, which offers an excellent viewpoint from the middle of the era in question. Recently, there were some good articles on Salon about this topic too. Life | Curse of the hippie parents. “Sometimes,” says the author, “your mind can be so open, your brain falls out.”

Also in the same mini-section on Salon there were some reviews of books on the same topic. The consensus? These communes were mostly hopeless, ridiculous, and filthy. Communes that work, and they exist, are not wild-n-free.

The relationship between Dionysus and civilized society is captivating. You can’t be rid of him, but you can’t get too close to him either. It is, by definition almost, the object of desire that cannot be grasped. Check out R. H. Albright’s Apollo and Dionysus bookstore for some background reading.