Eric's posting of the re-writing of "Dover Beach," brought to mind
this awful term. I spent some passing moments today thinking about
the whole "dirty weekend" thing, as it is described in books: the
checking into a hotel or B and B under false names, the compression
of fun, squeezing every last drop out of the lemon...I don't know. I
realized how happy I was that my generation took on the challenge of
abolishing all that, of trying for a different relationship between
men and women. Before we are assigned to that slot my students think
is rightly ours--post hippies and before Ronald Reagan, I'd like to
claim at least this one sliver of social merit. It was we who killed
off the sad relationship described in this poem.
David Ritchie Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html
