Can't Find My Way Home: America in the Great Stoned Age, 1945-2000Simon and Schuster, 2004. máj. 13. - 560 oldal Can't Find My Way Home is a history of illicit drug use in America in the second half of the twentieth century and a personal journey through the drug experience. It's the remarkable story of how America got high, the epic tale of how the American Century transformed into the Great Stoned Age. Martin Torgoff begins with the avant-garde worlds of bebop jazz and the emerging Beat writers, who embraced the consciousness-altering properties of marijuana and other underground drugs. These musicians and writers midwifed the age of marijuana in the 1960s even as Timothy Leary and Richard Alpert (later Ram Dass) discovered the power of LSD, ushering in the psychedelic era. While President John Kennedy proclaimed a New Frontier and NASA journeyed to the moon, millions of young Americans began discovering their own new frontiers on a voyage to inner space. What had been the province of a fringe avant-garde only a decade earlier became a mass movement that affected and altered mainstream America. And so America sped through the century, dropping acid and eating magic mushrooms at home, shooting heroin and ingesting amphetamines in Vietnam, snorting cocaine in the disco era, smoking crack cocaine in the devastated inner cities of the 1980s, discovering MDMA (Ecstasy) in the rave culture of the 1990s. Can't Find My Way Home tells this extraordinary story by weaving together first-person accounts and historical background into a narrative vast in scope yet rich in intimate detail. Among those who describe their experiments with consciousness are Allen Ginsberg, Timothy Leary, Robert Stone, Wavy Gravy, Grace Slick, Oliver Stone, Peter Coyote, David Crosby, and many others from Haight Ashbury to Studio 54 to housing projects and rave warehouses. But Can't Find My Way Home does not neglect the recovery movement, the war on drugs, and the ongoing debate over drug policy. And even as Martin Torgoff tells the story of his own addiction and recovery, he neither romanticizes nor demonizes drugs. If he finds them less dangerous than the moral crusaders say they are, he also finds them less benign than advocates insist. Illegal drugs changed the cultural landscape of America, and they continue to shape our country, with enormous consequences. This ambitious, fascinating book is the story of how that happened. |
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10. oldal
... Heroin appeared on the streets of our town for the first time, and Innie watched helplessly as his sixteen-year-old brother began taking the train to Harlem to cop smack. As unsettling as any of these events might have been, they had no ...
... Heroin appeared on the streets of our town for the first time, and Innie watched helplessly as his sixteen-year-old brother began taking the train to Harlem to cop smack. As unsettling as any of these events might have been, they had no ...
18. oldal
... heroin right across the counter in a cold-cream jar. Imagine that! The Italians got into it later, and when they did, the scene got bigger, heavier, and they started cutting the dope more and more, which changed everything. Eventually ...
... heroin right across the counter in a cold-cream jar. Imagine that! The Italians got into it later, and when they did, the scene got bigger, heavier, and they started cutting the dope more and more, which changed everything. Eventually ...
19. oldal
... “piddling amounts” of heroin she let him taste were enough to ignite his lifelong obsession with the drug. “They used to sell it in decks in those days; instead of glassine bags they'd fold a piece of bop apocalypse • 19.
... “piddling amounts” of heroin she let him taste were enough to ignite his lifelong obsession with the drug. “They used to sell it in decks in those days; instead of glassine bags they'd fold a piece of bop apocalypse • 19.
20. oldal
... heroin, the police dragged Elsie John, Huncke, and his friend Johnny down to the city jail on South State Street. Huncke would always re- member his last glimpse of Elsie John locked up in the bull pen, “cowering in a corner, surrounded ...
... heroin, the police dragged Elsie John, Huncke, and his friend Johnny down to the city jail on South State Street. Huncke would always re- member his last glimpse of Elsie John locked up in the bull pen, “cowering in a corner, surrounded ...
23. oldal
... heroin addiction by the time of the release of her version of the song. When Bird recorded his own cover of the song for Dial, Lady Day's habit had been roaring for several years. She was never without her dope, which she carried in a ...
... heroin addiction by the time of the release of her version of the song. When Bird recorded his own cover of the song for Dial, Lady Day's habit had been roaring for several years. She was never without her dope, which she carried in a ...
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3 Psychedelic Spring | 68 |
4 Everybody Must Get Stoned | 105 |
5 White Light White Heat | 156 |
6 Next Stop Is Vietnam | 174 |
7 Find the Cost of Freedom | 196 |
11 Hangin Bangin and Slangin | 344 |
12 Spiritus Contra Spiritum | 366 |
13 Nouveau Psychedelia | 387 |
14 Just Say Know | 420 |
15 The Temple of Accumulated Error | 456 |
Acknowledgments | 475 |
Notes | 477 |
Bibliography | 509 |
8 The Golden Age of Marijuana | 258 |
9 Out of the Closets and into the Streets | 294 |
10 The Last Dance | 308 |
Index | 525 |
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Can't Find My Way Home: America in the Great Stoned Age, 1945-2000 Martin Torgoff Korlátozott előnézet - 2004 |
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383. oldal - We came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity. 3. We made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.
388. oldal - PRAYER God grant me the serenity To accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can. And the wisdom to know the difference.
48. oldal - I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!
65. oldal - Ginsberg read on to the end of the poem, which left us standing in wonder, or cheering and wondering, but knowing at the deepest level that a barrier had been broken, that a human voice and body had been hurled against the harsh wall of America and its supporting armies and navies and academies and institutions and ownership systems and power-support bases.
29. oldal - Music is your own experience, your thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn.
261. oldal - He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth...
51. oldal - I want to be considered a jazz poet blowing a long blues in an afternoon jam session on Sunday. I take 242 choruses; my ideas vary and sometimes roll from chorus to chorus or from halfway through a chorus to halfway into the next.
64. oldal - Six that night, which was, among other important things, the night of the birth of the San Francisco Poetry Renaissance. Everyone was there. It was a mad night. And I was the one who got things jumping by going around collecting dimes and quarters from the rather stiff audience standing around in the gallery and coming back with three huge gallon jugs of California Burgundy and getting them all piffed so that by eleven o'clock when Alvah Goldbook was reading his, wailing his poem "Wail" drunk with...
68. oldal - Kill the intellectuals who can talk coherently, kill the people who can sit still for five minutes at a time, kill those incomprehensible characters who are capable of getting seriously involved with a woman, a job, a cause.
44. oldal - I am beginning to discover now is something beyond the novel and beyond the arbitrary confines of the story ... into the realms of revealed Picture ... revealed whatever ... revelated prose ... wild form, man, wild form. Wild form's the only form holds what I have to say - my mind is exploding to say something about every Image and every memory in - I have now an irrational lust to set down everything I know...