That statement has never been truer than it is today. I was born at the tail end of the baby boomer years and remember well the clean thrill in my childhood of seeing thousands of people ten or twelve years older than me marching to protest against war and its brother evils of patriachal capitalism.
We didn’t call it that in those days, but now we can see it for what it is. Patriarchal capitalism. It’s three or four thousand years old, and I believe we’re now seeing its end stage.
Thank goodness. Not that it will die without a fight. It’s vicious, aggressive, snide, and self-deceiving. It will go down destroying as many of its opponents as it possibly can.
But go down it will, eventually, and I truly believe the youth of today will be the generation that conquers it. I watch the anti-gun kids talking on TV in the USA, and read accounts by kids in many countries who are striking from school to save our planet, and I believe them.
I believe not only that they are right, but also that they won’t sell out to consumerism the way the baby boomer protester generation did. I believe these kids of today will save our world. I won’t be around to see it, but my grandchildren will, and I’m grateful for that. I’m grateful to the kids of today.
Dear Hive Mind,
my encouraging news today is that I might be surfacing from the ME relapse that followed inevitably after two weeks of unbearable pain. Might be, although I know enough to never take anything health-related as a guarantee. But the happy thing is that since the middle of last night I’ve been considering titles for my WIP.
Have four contenders and decided to ask for your thoughts.
It’s a literary novel involving two ageing and estranged sisters, professors of ancient history at rival universities, and the long ago lover of one of them who may or may not be the goddess Aphrodite. Its theme – well, one of its themes – is reconciliation.
What I’ve been doing since the middle of last night is reading Sappho’s poems and lifting from them some phrases that I think might make interesting titles. Have whittled them down to four:
Awed By Her Splendour
You May Forget But
Where The Grove Is
I’ve played with them for too many hours now and don’t know if they’re intriguing or not. What do you think? Any of them jump out at you? Anything else you think might work better?