The most alive but least viable (lasted about four months) member of the Underground Press Syndicate WAS San Francisco’s Communication Company. Channeling announcements, news, poems, tidbits, sweet nothings and political provocations into the Haight-Ashbury early this year the CC, more than any other group, made it happen.
It was just what it said it was: communications. Instantaneous. Or nearly so. If the Diggers secured some food, the CC’s Gestetner printed up an announcement and got it on the street half hour later; if Brautigan, Lenore or Liza wrote a poem, people were reading it thirty minutes later; if there was trouble in Haight everyone knew about it immediately. It was truly fantastic & responsible journalism in the fantastic & short-lived experiment of Haight-Ashbury. The scene in H-A has faded, the Communication Company has gone, but both memories linger on sweetly in our imagination.
So here with a tribute to Chester, Claude, Helene, Dawson, Allan, Fred, Richard, Clain and everyone who made the Communications Company make the scene in Haight.
Open City, November 23-29, 1967