Dorothea Lasky Likes Weird Ass Hippies
From Gregorian's intro:
There is hope for the person who wants to be a hippie. There is hope for the hippie who remembers not being a hippie. It's haunting to observe hippies and not be one yourself. We can recognize the voice in the poem as the voice of hippies past, hippies future, and the state of equilibrium hippie, which emerges when time stands still. When will we stop being anxious about becoming weird ass hippies? When will weird ass hippies start declaring themselves "not as cool" as people think they are? It is written in the poem that the speaker could, without knowing any better, "carve pictographs into your dress." I want to carve this poem into the desk of the person who wrote it, and say: "Y
Audio, with slideshow of weird ass hippies, here.