The Communication Company
Love is communication.
OUR PLANS & HOPES
+ to provide quick & inexpensive printing service for the hip
+ to print anything the Diggers want printed.
+ to do lots of community service printing.
+ to supplement The Oracle with a more or less daily paper
whenever Haight news justifies one, thereby maybe adding
perspective to The Chronicle's fantasies.
+ to be outrageous pamphleteers.
+ to compete with the Establishment press for public opinion.
+ to revive The Underhound, old North Beach magazine of satire
& commentary that was instrumental in ending a police
harassment routine very like the present one.
+ to function as a Haight/Ashbury propaganda ministry, free lance
if needs be.
+ to publish literature originating within this new minority.
+ to produce occasional incredibilities out of an unnatural
fondness for either outrage or profit, as the case may be.
+ to do what we damn well please.
+ to keep up the payments on
OUR MAGNIFICENT MACHINES
* one brand-new Gestetner 366 silk-screen stencil duplicator.
* one absolutely amazing Gestefax electronic stencil cutter.
WITH WHICH WE CAN
+ print up to 10,000 nearly lithographic quality copies of almost
anything we can wrap around our scanning drum.
+ on any kind of paper up to 8-1/2 by 14 inches (this being
basically an office machine).
* with any kind of art, including half-tones.
* on both sides of the page.
+ in up to four colors with adequate registration (office
* with all manner of outrageous innovations.
* all in a very few hours.
WE NEED ALL THE HELP WE CAN GET! [each word this line
+ printing orders.
+ Haight Street reporters.
* a whole lot of scripts for maybe publication.
+ writers for The Underhound.
claude & chester
[Reprint of a San Francisco Chronicle column, May 19, 1967?:]
Love and the Buck
The most beautiful word in this or any other language is sure
taking a beating in these parts lately. The word is that four
letter sigh and expletive called love.
Love has been around for quite a while, but it was not well
and truly discovered until last year when the hippies, here and
elsewhere, started working it the way the Forty-Niners worked the
The hippies created a very groovy scene out in the
Haight-Ashbury. They kissed cops, gave flowers to drunks, invaded
downtown department stores with lovely bright balloons, and
turned on with strange drugs. Everything they did was brilliantly
merchandised under the name of love.
Whether the hippies know as much about love as, say, St.
Francis of Assisi, is much to be doubted. But likewise, it cannot
be doubted that to think of love is a good thing, and to think of
it often is almost certain to increase the supply of it in this
sorry world. So more power to all lovers, everywhere.
It is the merchants of love who are another matter. These camp
followers of the lovely life are enough to curdle your marrow.
They are debasing the currency of brotherhood. They are the
carnies who follow the missionaries into uncharted land. They
A couple of months back the Diggers and other Haight militants
picketed a "Love Dance" on account of it cost three
bucks fifty to get the body in. A jewelry store called
"Happiness Unlimited" has a window sign: "We love
you; we hope you love us."
About the same time a bar on Haight Street converted itself
into a hot dog and hamburger establishment. The hamburger is
called, naturally, a LOVEburger. The hot dog is a LOVEdog. And
this [c]uddly establishment has applied for permission to change
its name to "THE LOVE CAFE."
Look at that civic cancer, the topless phenomenon of North
Beach. This whole nauseous scene is a direct outgrowth of the
rather engaging nihilism of the beatniks who took over Grant
avenue and its suburbs in the mid-50's. Because Ginsberg and
Kerouac used feelthy words in their efforts, the area got a
faintly orgiastic reputation. The tourists came from Fresno and
Gilroy and dreamed feelthy thoughts as they looked at the beats,
and saw pretty white girls walking arm in arm with black men.
When the landlords, and the beats themselves, wearied of the
North Beach scene, the merchants of love knew they no longer had
the product, but they still had the customers. Ergo, mothers of
eight swinging their nates, and heaving their mammaries, while
the salt of the earth slaver and think those same feelthy
thoughts. (Next week: The First Topless Nun!)
In the end, the punishment of the hippies will be brutal and
biblical. Their own imagination and talent for self-advertising
will do them in. Their love, and their flowers and their balloons
will bring the creeps. The creeps will prove unendurable. And
this too will pass.
[Communication Company commentary:]
Remember the Love Circus?
Remember love for $3.50?
Remember the Banana Rantra?
Remember goons punching our
people to the ground?
Remember those hoods Michael
Bowen threw out of the Psyche
Remember North Beach gangsters
trying to cash in on your scene?
Remember the Mafia?
Revolution for $3.50 is an
Revolution is free because it is yours.
Watch out. Here come the creeps.
for newcomers & others
how to stay alive on Haight Street
classes & discussions conducted by experts, professional men
& experienced street kids
a series of three classes designed to save you from becoming a
psychedelic casualty -- six months' worth of knowledge in a mere
three days, & all free
no cheap moralizing, no bullshit, nothing phoney, no lies, no
beating around the bush, no salestalk, just straight information
you can trust
Every Tuesday night at 8
- Sex Lore
how to avoid gangbangs, rape, VD & pregnancy
- Health & Hygiene
how to stay alive & well
- Street Wisdom
how to avoid beatings & starvation, how to survive
Every Monday night at 8
- The Scene
where it's really at & what it is
- Drug Lore
how to keep from getting killed for kicks
how to avoid getting busted & what to do if you are
Every Wednesday night at 8
- Haight Street Seminar
experienced hippies & others rapping, answering
questions, filling you in, telling it like it is, so you
needn't be a helpless newcomer very long
THE TRIP WITHOUT A TICKET
901 Cole Street
HIPPIES IN FREE!!!!!!
a free movie
A SHORT FEATURE
a show starts every 90 minutes
just say, "Ramparts sent me."
and you'll get in free!!!!!!!!!
the management requests that you refrain from hissing and
booing while the show is in progress.
PREPARE NOW FOR THE POTLATCH
Summer Solstice Potlatch
When San Francisco Will Open Its Golden Gate
[graphic of person carrying many possessions on top of the
[Reprint of article titled, "FBI's List of 'Radical
Subversives'": "The FBI has elaborate plans to deal
with possible subversion during a national disaster..."
Com/Co editorial in right-hand column:]
All in all, dear friends, this promises to be an
interesting summer. Our government is clearly planning to
invade North Viet Nam with an eye toward knocking out Red China.
Certainly, they expect this country to reach a state of drastic
emergency before fall. Probably a full-scale, formally declared
When this happens, the FBI is ready -- ready & eager -- to
take care of all radicals & subversives, right? Round them up
& put them away, & if anything unfortunate happens that's
just unfortunate, ain't it.
You & I, dear brothers, all of us who smoke a little pot
& dig a little peace -- we are high among the radicals &
subversives Curtis O. Lynum is ready to pick up.
Because dope is political, & don't you forget it. Anything
that criticizes the Establishment & its asinine war &
power games is political -- subversive! -- and taking dope is an
act of criticism.
Whether you mean it to be or not.
Motives don't matter. The act, not the reason.
All the heads & hippies, all the black power people, all
the wild & futile reds with their outmoded economic fantasies
& incredibly lovely & naive idealism -- you & I, dear
oh my brothers -- we have all been planned for. Everything is
Have a good trip, but remember
[I Ching hexagrams]
printed as a community service by the communication company,
member of the underground press syndicate.
WHAT PART OF THE DAY DO YOU SPEND RUNNING?
Bright after your breakfast o. j.?
for Tea? or maybe guests for cocktails?
Do you run for the mountain's, head from, for,
taxes, taxis, the draft the Heat the smog, the Valley?
Do you suffer the planes and fear bombing
flailing, failing in the city streets during
rush Hour, powerless mid day traffic, hog-tied
by brief case to the slaughter for the stake
of sheep in Chicago witch hunts
and the pangs, the screaming meemies of the o.d.
wad-e-melons uncle Tom's thumb up your ass
to the non-profit unsolicited tax deductible
chief concern of petrified white America: Bigotry.
Which part of the day do you spend running
to the mirror to check for pimples-acne
and other minor skin irritations to check
for that blemish which might succeed in never
getting you given away, discarded, thrown into
the ash can of institutions (i.e.) compulsory, impulsory
Henry Miller proved you can be a slob and still-born succeed;
Hugh Heffner that you kan't.
So where does that push you? To the post office
the only place a hated hippy cain or is able to get a job?
The Armed forces?
Me? I run to ward (fend off, hospitalize, isolate)
words, woods, to paintings sight to color and/or
drugs, takers, users, to the Sixth Sensation, flee
to flying saucers -- intangibles, tangerines, the insanity
that will force, allow the law, the enforcers to meet
with the inviolable eye and millenial diabolicus, released
by their own Hydrogen bomb (tHreat) Heroin or Hubert H. Humphrey.
printed by the communication company a member of Ups
GOT IT ANYWAY WHO WANTS HAIGHT STREET THIS SUMMER ANY WAY
Health Department wants it ... sterilized ... underarm control
Juvenile Department wants it ... turned in ... parent control
Parks Department wants it ... walked allnight ... sleep control
Police Department wants it ... surrounded ... riot control
Board of Supervisors wants it ... employed ... yankeetourist
STERILIZED / TURNED IN / WALKED ALLNIGHT / SURROUNDED /
& tourists want to ship some back home again in Indiana
& hip merchants only want to sell enough to charge the
& Life wants to kill some
& BBC wants some for the London Zoo
& straight merchants see through one-way mirrors to property
DID YOU COME TO BUY SOMETHING?
DID YOU COME TO SELL SOMETHING?
DID YOU COME TO INTERVIEW SOMEBODY?
DID YOU COME TO BE INTERVIEWED?
who's media-money looney trap is this?
got it anyway who wants haight street this summer any way got it?
(& this summer thousands of un-white un-suburban boppers are
going to want to know why you've given up what they can't get
& how you get away with it & how come you not a faggot
with hair so long & they want haight street one way or the
GOT IT ANYWAY WHO WANTS HAIGHT STREET THIS SUMMER ANY WAY GOT IT?
IF YOU DON'T KNOW,
HAIGHT STREET WILL BE
published by the communication company
a member of the underground press syndicate
"Things are getting a bit out of control"
[Partial reprints of three newspaper articles, along with R
Cobb (?) cartoon:]
A Congressional Call to 'Forget' U.S. Constitution
Members of the House Armed Services Committee demanded yesterday
that the Justice Department disregard the First Amendment right
of freedom of speech and prosecute those who urge young men to
defy its draft law. ...
Bombs Directed At Civilians
The Defense Department said yesterday that small fragmentation
bombs are being dropped over North Vietnam, but denied they are
directed at civilian targets. ...
Police Chief Alarmed by Panthers
"If the Black Panthers can swagger around with loaded
weapons, others will get the idea they can do the same
thing," said Chief Cahill. ...
WAR IS DECOR IN MY CAVERN CAVE.
The wind whirs outside,
within my bone plate tedium.
The wall flicks pictures of wounded meat
I DON'T CARE THAT'S NEAT
I DON'T CARE THAT'S NEAT
War is decor in my cavern cave
where creature howls on beast
within a yeast
of bone plate tedium
Til Cupid smiles
and tears the mass
to a cloud of Bliss
that curls into a molecule
to make my birth!
All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace
by Richard Brautigan
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computors
live together in mutually
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
A MOVING TARGET IS HARD TO HIT
Whatever tribe I am the reincarnated member of, apparently won,
or lost, or survived, as Ishi's TRIBE, simply by fading away,
dispersing, a whisp of fog no one can strike: "a moving
target is hard to hit." This can be the reverse of
cowardice, it takes great courage, at times, to back off from
what is rightly your place to stand.
Therefore, this is not advice for all. Some of you are people
who stand there and take it, as the poles did, the ones who did,
attack the hordes of tanks on horseback, with futile swords.
Beautiful, that is your shot. It is not mine.
When 200,000 folks from places like lima ohio and cleveland
and lompoc and visalia and amsterdam and london and moscow and
lodz suddenly descend, as they will, on the haight-ashbury, the
scene will be burnt down. Some will stay and fight. Some will
prefer to leave. My brief remarks are for the latter. I will
stay. At some distance. Available. But my advice for those who
have a way or ways similar to mine: disperse.
Gather into TRIBES of 15 or less. Communal
"families" of 5 adults (however divided into sexes) and
the natural number of children thereby made, is ideal for nomadic
tribal dispersal action.
More than 3/4 of the state of California is national forest,
national park, or state forest or park. Take your truck or car
and make your camp in the part of the state you like most. Most
parks require that you move in two weeks. Some places require
moving every two days. This is only fair. The idea is, no one has
the right to hog one campsite for the summer.
Choose unfamous forests. Avoid yosemite. Work, honestly, with
the forest ranger. Write the state of california for their
booklet. I think the feds have a similar campsite guide.
Also, volunteer for summer fire fighting work. It's good work,
well paid, and necessary. When the fire starts they come to your
camp and take you to the scene of disaster.
Another thing, as I was once quoted: "sometimes you only
have to step 3 feet to the left and the whole insane machine goes
roaring by." Or something like that.
The point is, for those who have this kind of way, not out of
cowardice, but as WAY, that sitting in the haight-ashbury in all
that heat and the terrible crowd you cannot help anyway (maybe),
is simple insanity.
Disperse. Gather into smaller tribes. Use the beautiful public
land your state and national governments have already set up for
you, free. If you want to.
Most Indians are nomads. The haight-ashbury is not where it's
at -- it's in your head and hands. Take it anywhere.
Church of One
March 29, 1967 San Francisco
Gestetnered by The Communication Company (UPS) 3/27/67
M.G.M. cameramen, here to film RIOT ON HAIGHT STREET, reputed
to be PASSING OUT FREE ACID to make the action more
"Authentic." It's a bribe, but I'm an easy lay for free
Considering the kind of cats they are & where they're at
&c, it probably isn't even true. A cheap rumor calculated to
produce a picturesque crowd.
I'll find out.
Haight Street Movie
Cameras MGM LSD Acid?
this rumor gestetnered for what it's worth by the
communication company (ups) 4/8/67. Free acid? Be advised. It's
probably a lie. (When's the last time MGM did anything free for
what can you lose by asking?
Carte De Venue
- 1 P.M.
- Dance of the Sorcerer's Apprentices (brooms
- Haight & Ashbury
- 2 P.M.
- Street Dance
- Music by the Dead
- 3 P.M.
- World Salad Balling Bowl
- (bring vegetables for the salad)
- 5 P.M.
- Rites of Passage through Artificial Barriers
- up Ashbury to Haight
- 6 P.M.
- Light Show of Human Auras
- (mirrors & foil)
- Haight Street
- 7 P.M.
- Free Time
- EVERYTHING IS FREE
Confrontations with the police don't seem to work out any
better than meetings with the proper authorities. None of
the above is worth getting busted for. If The Man blows
his cool again, why not add to his embarrassment by
splitting? Laughing as you go. If I were a cop who had
been called away from whatever I was doing to play filth
with a bunch of hippies, I'd be pretty bugged if they did
me out of my fun by obeying my orders.
abetted by the communication company (ups) 4/9/67