Ageism launched the year we were born—literally. That was the year they dispatched us and a supercharged word into a no-so-straight-arrowed world. Who knew we would be accompanied by others, bonytongued innuendo, like chronobiology, blind trust, break point, marginalized, and decriminalized? And then, there’s the actual history: “To Be Young, Gifted & Black” premiered in NYC, while James Earl Ray finally plead guilty to the murder of MLK. The Viet Nam war was nuked with blazing protests, gay rights made a dissidentital entrance at The Stonewall Rebellion, and that’s the tip of the iceberg. Birth control pills came legally into the country, while Manson, Woodstock, and Nixon fought over every front page. This is what we were bottle fed in infancy, while Merriam Webster addendumed the dictionary with expression after idiom, headhunting new vocabulary to define a radical age. How many articulate others learned early the jawboning progression of rip-off, high tech, superconglomerate, sexual harassment, confidentiality agreement, microchip, and fuzzy logic? Yet it’s odd—at this marginalized Gen X juncture, we’re apparently old and unknowledgeable. Or perhaps we all have a mood disorder. I suppose we could power forward, get our lives together. Practice passive restraint. Maybe hire a life coach. Or vinify a garden of disinterested greenery. Yech. Thanks but no thanks—not a parton of interest. We’d prefer to punctuate the market with zappy brown outs and revolution. Better watch your step. We first walked the moon. Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright April 2, 2024, all rights reserved Author's note: Sources are here and here. And yes, I took creative license with some words. If Merriam can do it, so can I.
Posted in Poetry Month 2024