RonPrice Posted January 26, 2005 Report Share Posted January 26, 2005 THE SIXTIES Maybe it’s been dizzying for centuries, but I think the pace quickened in the sixties. There was a deadening of language, a thousand new gadgets, an obsession with criminality and cancer in the body politic, a popularization of confessional poetry, drugs, protesting and rock music, even assassination.. Turning on, tuning in and dropping out was all the rage and I went as far away from it all as I could get, in the Canadian Arctic and the few scattered Baha’is in the Eastern Arctic at the time. -Ron Price with thanks to Godfrey A. Kearns, “United States of America”, Literature of Europe and America in the 1960s, editors: Spencer Pearce and Don Piper, Manchester UP, NY, pp.10-43. There was nightmare and wonder, then, in the tragedy, the trivia and the farce of those catch-221 days when we got better and better at consuming even if, like me, you ate a lot of chilli concarne el cheapo to help you get through university. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest2 warned you of things to come as everyone seemed to be worried about sanity and imprisonment. Easy Rider’s3 celebration of rock music and psychedelic drugs only told you what you saw on the streets when you went out to the movies or a restaurant: try a little of this man? And Betty Friedan told everyone about the conditioning of women in The Feminine Mystique4. Things seemed to settle in your life as the seventies opened and you headed to Australia and a second marriage and, what was it, your fourth job? Not really consolidating yet, still on the rise, going places, or so you thought, but you did, and you will, but where? And you watched Watergate5 from ten thousand miles away as it confirmed what you already knew: the political bankruptcy of western civilization. But you had your own bankruptcy to worry about as you flew to yet another state in the big, wide world not thinking about going home anymore, downunder now, to stay, for as long as the eye could see, maybe forever, getting ready for green, maybe greener, pastures on the edge of the Apple Isle at the end of the Antipodes. 1 Joseph Heller, Catch-22, NY, 1961. 2 Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, 1962. 3 Easy Rider, a film, NY, 1967. 4 Betty Friedan, The Feminine Mistique, NY, 1963. 5 Nixon resigned in November 1974 setting in motion yet another period of disillusionment, perhaps permanent, with American politics. 26 July 1997 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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