This is a cracker of a poster.
Wes Wilson was hitting his stride as this very rare poster demonstrates.
It has a small tear in the middle that can be repaired completely
by a competent framer, otherwise it's perfect. Never displayed,
but kept with the collection.
20" (36cm X 51cm)
Before I joined the Marines,
I met a wonderful character at Foothill College in Los Altos (Silicone
Valley) named Bob Knickerbocker, who was a total renegade and
a great photographer, bringing his unique view of the world into
Bob met Ken Kesey and hung out
with him and the Merry Pranksters in Palo Alto while keeping me
sane in the Marines with his insane letters that let me know there
really was a crazy, artistic world out there! Bob got hold of
some LSD and moved to the Haight-Ashbury about the same time I
got out of the Marines. We met up in mid-1965 at his pad on Frederick
and Stanyan which used to be the bakery my dad would frequent
38 years earlier on his way to Poly High School, just across the
Bob smiled at me curiously and
asked, "Have you ever heard of LSD?"
NoI hadn't. What was it, a university
"Paul, come here,"
and Bob walked to his fridge (the only piece of furniture in the
place besides his couch and his mattress), opened it up and pointed
to a Mason Jar full of little cream-colored capsules. The only
other occupant of the fridge was a mangy-looking carrot.
He opened the jar, reached in
for a handful of capsules and plonked them in my hand, looked
at me quizzically, smiled, and said, "Here, take one before
I wasn't getting it....I had
never taken an aspirin....why did I need this?
"Just do it," he said.