by Rick Davidson | December 1, 1968 The history of urban man is punctuated by his inhumanity to his fellow man which began, I imagine, when he first kicked his brother from the cave. The only difference between then and now seems to be that the cave has grown in size and complexity. Man is...
by John Haag Would you believe dancing in our Venice streets? Non-violent police? An art festival the length of Ocean Front Walk? A Venice radio station? Cooperative, low-cost housing? An art cinema and sidewalk coffee house? Experimental theater in the Pavilion? Schools that could teach what the kids wanted to learn? Venice planned and run...
by Carol Fondiller | December 1, 1968 The following is a first-hand report of a true incident. The narrator prefers to remain anonymous. Hey, man, what the hell can you do? I mean like the police come down here and bust. Like it’s their thing, man. And I’m not political. I’m not going to get...
by Jane Gordon | Dec 1, 1968 Next time you’re in the Post Office — standing in line at 10 of 5, right? With half of Venice lined up ahead of you, like you’re sure they’ll clang the window shut just as it’s about your turn, the hand clutching the unstamped letter narrowly escaping the...
