I thought I’d get this typed up. It is very strange. I’m wasting my time, right?
Introduction
I started to write this book back in 1970. At the time I thought I was creating something quite revolutionary. I was writing a collage of a story incorporating poems, cartoons, spirituality, biology and philosophy.
I eagerly sent it off to publishers who, for some strange reason, did not get the weird counterculture entity I had produced. I think they were looking for something that conformed to a more standard format. I put it down to their lack of ability to understand.
Only with the passing of time, many rewrites, and greater objectivity did I realise that the writing was rubbish and the narrative did not carry the reader.
So why am I bothering to resurrect it now 46 years later?
Well I ask myself that too. But I am attached to it. It was my first foray into writing and I find it fascinating. It is a mass of all the ideas going through the head of a twenty year old veteran of the sixties scene. It’s full of weirdness and naivety. Rewriting it is like communing with the person I used to be forty six years ago. It’s like meeting an old friend. It makes me smile.
I am addressing the writing but I can’t do much about the structure. It’s a sixties thing.
Opher 23.9.2016