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By Jack Joseph Smith

Moving out of the kitchen we go through a large room with a turn of the century piano, several large leather rocking chairs, and a record player spinning the Gordon Lightfoot album with "Alberta Bound" on it. The South sun is lovely through the huge San Franciscan bay windows. The ceilings are high with a brass chandelier. The big planked wooden walls are stained, but the ceiling and the window trim is of a bright white. Pictures of Indians hang in the light. Now we have reached the voices of the men in a smaller room. It is of the same design, but with a fireplace and a large round oak table that almost fills the room. Kerosene lamps line the mantle. There is a picture of the bust of Beethoven appearing like a ghost in what appears to be an eighteenth century opium den. The men around the table are older than the women. This is not a commune, but a gathering place for farmers and artists that are hell raisers. Their ages range from thirty to eighty, and the table is filled with bottles and glasses of red wine. Marijuana fills a large fruit bowl. The oldest man speaks in a Scottish tongue taking a flask of whiskey from his coat saying how he missed it in the mountains when his first wife died of snake bite. From there he takes his violin off his lap and a joint is passed around in solemn humor while he plays softly. "Alberta Bound" has finished on the record player as a young girl just out of childhood parades around the room coming into the violin with an elegant flute. There is enjoyment at the table and the wine is lifted above the eyes. A middleaged Frenchmen makes a joke about going to Pittsburgh to write poetry. A big black haired black eyed man with a San Francisco look asks about money. And a heavy set man of fifty or so who is obviously a meat cutter by his uniform lays $200.00 on the table. It is followed by a man in his early seventy's with a Gary Cooper understanding who doubles the amount with WHILE ASKING IF THE WOUNDED KNEE BUST HAS BEEN TAKEN CARE OF - his throw. When the San Francisco man shells out a thousand; a man of about thirty five says, "that's enough, and thanks." Still he persists with, "how about the drugs and the draft dodger?" "that's fine too," the man answers.

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The camera-like movement enters a music room and then a men's gathering around wine, marijuana, whiskey, music, money, Pittsburgh, Wounded Knee, drugs, and a draft dodger.

The page turns domestic abundance into a charged social table. Music and intoxicants make the room communal, while the money exchange, Pittsburgh joke, and Wounded Knee question expose how art, obligation, class, and counterculture politics circulate together.

Claude

A richly furnished prose scene of a gathering room full of older men, music, wine, and marijuana, where money is casually laid on a table amid talk of drugs, a draft dodger, and Wounded Knee.

The passage layers sensory detail - Gordon Lightfoot on the record player, a fiddle and flute, kerosene light - to build a bohemian communal warmth, then lets political undercurrents surface through the interjected line about Wounded Knee and the casual transactions of cash.