Lee Harris celebrated in 'NOTES FROM A STREET LEVEL UNDERGROUND' poem by David Erdos

Humbled to feature in this excerpt from David Erdos’ poem inspired by an event I helped organise in Portobello Road. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did. Such an honour. Lee

NOTES FROM A STREET LEVEL UNDERGROUND

Beneath Brexit’s scarred face, unruly chemicals mingle;

The Portobello vein feeds the headspace as any good drug dealer

Knows. Running from its Notting Hill peak to the lowest

Ladbroke Grove basement, the famed antique market is a sinus

Stream to art’s nose. One can smell the ganja and gage, barbecued

Meat and the incense: as you walk down this road its time travel,

From Rachman’s first tenants down to the exiles that the blessed

Heathcote Williams housed; although smeared by bland film,

It still has a touch of the Donald Cammells about it;

There is something between shade and sunlight that means

Each precious new thing is allowed. This was the oppositions HQ;

From Hawkwind and Moorcock, to Greg Sam’s vegan

Innovations and Lee Harris’ shop, Alchemy, Portobello Road

Pumps strong blood; it was Camden well before Camden;

Scale its heights, find strange glamour, as Jagger reclines in his tub.

Traces then still remain and these are magicked back

In a moment as Youth launches his new record label

At the Mau Mau Bar, love is leased.

Over two days, years appear, from Euro tyros, The Gulps

– one of the new great bands in the making – to Nik Turner,

Lee Harris and Brian Barritt’s newly sourced frequencies.

Cecile, Eno’s niece, daughter of the exquisite Roger, Youth himself,

Gaudi, spinning frenzied discs, Flinton Chalk; Steve Hillage

Appears through bright sun, in his DJ guise, toning midnight,

As Indotransceltic fuse nations, mirroring this multi-cultural road

And time walk. This is to be a festival of the mind, finding its feet

Through dance music. As urban blues echoes and the spirits transcend

Painting breath. In this enclave, this sound cave, and in these

Saving graces, the lessons of the past find the future.

But it is the present they’re after, the present that remains out of step.

Youth and Alex Patterson of the Orb overture with their

Cosmic Oddysey soundscape, before Mycal One Dread infiltrates pulse

And groove. Greg Sams then reveals, interviewed that this shadowed

Road was once the founding path of the future, as he sourced

And created London’s first health food eaterie doors away.

This need to return to the pure has only recently become

The new lifestyle, ironically adopted by others, who after years

Of killing the planet have decided their own state is the first natural

Thing they should save. Mixmaster Morris furrows before heralding

Youth’s guru, Lee Harris, Poet and playwright, south African seminalist,

Mind, unlike those decades younger, still fuelled by vision,

Defining what it truly means to be free. Harris worked

With Jim Haynes, founding the Arts Lab in the 60s,

He arranged dates for Ginsburg and wrote and reviewed for IT;

He ran his shop, close to Sams, shielding the vapours

Before vapists, he was the first to publish Bryan Talbot

And counter cultural bible Home Grown.

Harris is the psychedelic Beatnik whose lessons on love and art’s

Understanding took him from working with Orson Welles to Frank Zappa,

After being one of the first Whites in Jo’burg to join the ANC:

Minds are blown. They do not make lives like this, not anymore;

That’s what’s missing. Harris reflects, each thought kissing

Some of the particular glories he’s held. He recants. He recounts,

He reveals, then sings poems that restore those lost moments

When this road and this city shone with potentials to which everyone

Of worth was compelled. He calls for questions. None come.

And that is one of the event’s only issues; that it takes place in a conclave,

That liked minded or not, avoids search. Where minds were blown,

Now they’re blocked by the constraints of appearance. Trends breed the trendy,

Something that’s exemplified by the road. People hang, but ghosts

Haunt and do their best to remind them, that some are still living,

And wish to remind the new of what’s owed; acts of proper Independence

And faith that fought to resist tightened systems and which sought

True communion through the thorough respect of each self.

Harris glowed like a gem on the dim-lit stage, I could see it.

With his psychedelic T-Shirt as totem, his shining spirit

Granted language dimension, adding fresh flavour to the food outside,

And placing in both ear and pocket the positive exchange

Of mind wealth. But we do not know what to prize; Brexit’s other

Great danger: do we deserve the confusion and the disasters to come,

As All falls? Maybe Samuel Beckett was right, only a handful

Of stones has true value. The currencies we engender will burn us

Through our pockets along with the wracked market stalls.

Lee Harris’ life and work created our counter culture.

Along with Brian Barritt, Tim Leary, Ginsberg and Burroughs,

Heathcote; they all ventured here. It was on this street they held

Congress, just as Youth does in the sunlight, as he gives thanks

And praise to Spring spirits: in the middle of the day; starred input.

Something is happening here, beyond the launch and introduction

Of music.

Homegrown celebrated on Vice

The hard work and tireless activism of Lee Harris and Homegrown was recently celebrated in a recent article on Vice.com looking at how cannabis campaigning has morphed from real world boots on the streets type stuff to clicks in an echo chamber.

It was part of a feature on the excellent work of our friends at Youth Club Archive are doing, saving and preserving an archive of art, photographs of youth culture throughout the ages. In this increasingly digitised world they are the guardians some real gems. I was lucky enough to visit the team there and got to have a peak at just some of their vast library.

We are excited to announce that Youth Club are finalising plans for a pop-up Homegrown exhibition which we’re stoked about so watch this space. They are also in the final stage of their kickstarter campaign to raise funds to find a permanent home for their archive. Please support them by donating your hard earned or sharing the link.

Dr Gail Bradbrook - Extinction Rebellion and the role of psychedelics @ Breaking Convention 19

It was the annual Breaking Convention recently in London. We weren’t able to attend but loved catching the brilliant talk below by Dr Gail Bradbrook. Gail, a co-founder of XR shares her stories and thinking on the use of psychedelics to support social and personal change and how those two issues interlink.

Extinction Rebellion, the social movement launched in October 2018 which rapidly spread across the UK and internationally. It is based on the idea of telling the truth about the extent of the ecological crisis and asking people to act accordingly. The movement focusses on mass civil disobedience, rapid decarbonisation and lowering of consumption and the establishment of a Citizen Assembly as a response to the democratic deficit. Filmed at Breaking Convention 2019

Jim Haynes, Citizen of the World documentary

Jim Haynes was, and still is, a counter culture legend. A friend and longterm collaborator Homegrown’s very own, Lee Harris, a documentary has been released on BBC iPlayer and really is worth a watch. Below is some more blurb on the film and a link. Enjoy.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/m0007vk1/meet-jim-citizen-of-the-world

The captivating story of Jim Haynes, an extraordinary 83-year-old man who grabbed with heart and soul the spirit of the 60s and continued to carry it throughout his life.

He dined with The Beatles and shacked up with the Rolling Stones. He rubbed shoulders with soul diva Mama Cass, folk troubadour Leonard Cohen and a fledgling Pink Floyd. He was a figurehead for a new generation of playwrights. After he was stopped at Munich airport with a bag full of blank ‘world passports’, he lectured bewildered German border police about the virtues of 'world government'. 

Today, at 83, Jim Haynes just won’t slow down. This ‘godfather of social networking’ organises open dinners every Sunday night in the Parisian artist studio that has been his home for the past 50 years. Total strangers, unknown both to him and to each other, meet in his living room and Jim’s friends show up to cook cheerfully for crowds of 60 or more. It’s simple: you sign up, you come over, you meet Jim. As he once said: 'My home is a world government embassy that never closes'. 

Meeting Jim composes an impressionistic portrait of Jim Haynes the man and the cultural phenomenon, as seen by the many and diverse people whose lives have been touched by his. The film is a hymn to the lasting spirit of the 60s, an inspirational living proof of how we can all choose to live on the bright side. To Jim, the choice is ready-made: 'Life is short. We have a duty to enjoy ourselves'.