{"id":5070,"date":"2016-09-03T14:11:00","date_gmt":"2016-09-03T14:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/?p=5070"},"modified":"2026-01-15T18:20:33","modified_gmt":"2026-01-15T18:20:33","slug":"city-lights-a-book-store-and-a-way-of-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/?p=5070","title":{"rendered":"City Lights, a book store and a way of life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I do like bright lights and a big city. After all, I was born very close to the downtown area of Toronto and although you may be able to take the person out of the city, I don&#8217;t think that you can ever take the city out of the person.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps this is why I gravitate towards crowds. Although, I&#8217;m not a gregarious person, I do like the hustle and bustle of crowded cafes, restaurants, streets, and shops. Give me the chaos of a market and I&#8217;m at home!!<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\">\n<a href=\"http:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/citylights1.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em;margin-right: 1em\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"213\" src=\"http:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/citylights1.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>Every once in a while, though, I like to retreat to a quiet book store, perhaps or leafy park. City Lights Book Store, in San Francisco, was one of these retreats. Jutting into the throng of Columbus Street, City Lights offered a hushed silence within a myriad of small rooms all insulated from the fray by walls of books. Co-founded by the poet, Lawrence Ferlinghetti and frequented by Ginsberg and Kerouac, to name a few, City Lights was the womb, so to speak, of the beat generation &#8211; poetry, its mother tongue and antiestablishment, its guiding philosophy. I went in to feed my soul!!<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\">\n<a href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEi6Esh7wusTTVyv3IwNOXNMwBw0iiy3kZwojxN3wUxpP4dUpvq_8U27Y-zadXJEr_XKrASHzaxJvlqIPb1RsIRkB1qdYQKEGIteYSdcNQKExUJIpKrhKTL5P-jZFNjm15YAJ_jlwA\/s320\/city+lights.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em;margin-right: 1em\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"237\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEi6Esh7wusTTVyv3IwNOXNMwBw0iiy3kZwojxN3wUxpP4dUpvq_8U27Y-zadXJEr_XKrASHzaxJvlqIPb1RsIRkB1qdYQKEGIteYSdcNQKExUJIpKrhKTL5P-jZFNjm15YAJ_jlwA\/s320\/city+lights.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>\nI bought &#8220;Aimless Love&#8221; by Billy Collins, a poet I read often and have even posted poems of his in this blog, from time to time. The title of the book, I thought, was appropriate, as a comment on the beat generation, which had rejected the establishment and created their own society based on Peace and Love.<\/p>\n<table align=\"center\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto;text-align: center\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEgtwRXvCypIUyGmmqRMoJEcHhywHIpcYmWozHBi1tWyFG67QkB4CC3lySkbnU1t5SIZYp3GEDESCdz6ZPNXwVKtfWkvYmzCzTAYA73e-0mzckPm-pwAc_7OcooVbgBGxVy8rbSHWA\/s320\/flower+power.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"188\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEgtwRXvCypIUyGmmqRMoJEcHhywHIpcYmWozHBi1tWyFG67QkB4CC3lySkbnU1t5SIZYp3GEDESCdz6ZPNXwVKtfWkvYmzCzTAYA73e-0mzckPm-pwAc_7OcooVbgBGxVy8rbSHWA\/s320\/flower+power.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center\">Flower Power in San Francisco<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>\nAlthough the &#8220;summer of love&#8221; happened almost fifty years ago, there are still too many leftover hippies, remnants of the beat generation, sleeping in the streets of SF. &nbsp;I saw them walking aimlessly though alleys or idling on street corners, wondering, perhaps, what has happened. These were the ones who believed that a person could live on love alone. That if they just thought Peace and Freedom, everything would work out. I know, though, looking into their faded eyes, their mangled grey beards and tattered clothing that everything has not worked out for them.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s very sad to think that all their high hopes and lofty ideals have come to nothing. Unfortunately the freedom to just &#8220;be&#8221; is not &#8220;free.&#8221; It comes at the price of discipline, focus, and a lot of hard work, directed towards a goal. Love, I think, should never be aimless &#8211; more on Billy Collins poems later.<\/p>\n<p>Have a focused day!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I do like bright lights and a big city. After all, I was born very close to the downtown area of Toronto and although you may be able to take the person out of the city, I don&#8217;t think that you can ever take the city out of the person. 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