Thursday, 28 September 2017

when truth was all the rage


back in the time, when a hot mug of bouillon cube broth … at the end
of a breathy huff-and-puff winter trudge home from university …
was bliss … we lived in the semi-cloistered shelter of simplicity …

too poor to be hounded by the vexations of money, and given the freedom
to ‘find’ ourselves … by virtue of our middle class parentage … we set about
blowing-the-whistle on every lie and every cruel stereotype we could expose …

pillars of hypocrisy fell like statues of deposed despots … truth was all the rage …

the sun rose and the sun set, on winds of change …  yet, those turbulent
bygone days, were bathed in a simple certainty … that there was ‘right’ and
there was ‘wrong’ … many … most, it seemed, tried to tread a righteous path … 

it was a stirring promise of hope ... so close ...  a beautiful, harmonious world …
new and wonderful words and music … soared … wise old friends beckoned from library bookshelves ... and good people ... really believed ... we were on to something

photo:  When Truth Was All The Rage - W. Bourke

 © 2017 Wendy Bourke

26 comments:

  1. Ah, such wonderful nostalgia. Those simple times were good times. And so true - with each discovery we made we thought 'we were on to something.' I loved those hopeful years!

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  2. This made think if we really have been bribed our whole lives to forget those days. To have what we need and not much more we can find luxury in other things - we were onto something

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  3. Oh! What it is to be young and believe we are onto something again! And trust that the world and people in it are basically good or trying to do good..

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  4. I think there are still moments in our lives that we are hopeful. Ah simple life, I can still remember mine. Thanks for this Wendy.

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  5. We all thought we were on the right track but didn't see the multinationals creep up behind us and steal all our hopes away. Perhaps it is time for another uprising? But there again too many head are now bent over other devices to worry!

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  6. This is such an incredibly passionate write, Wendy!💕 I love the nostalgia and hope that lingers in "the sun rose and the sun set, on winds of change yet, those turbulent bygone days, were bathed in a simple certainty".. sigh beautifully executed!💕

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  7. The let-down of the last stanza is heartbreaking

    A Happy Hopeful Sunday Wendy

    much love...

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  8. The great thing about nostalgia is its otherworldly fondness for silver things no longer found in the age of lead. It's like a wine, and you've distilled a fine one here and it made me savor the warm interiors of my own college days. Nicely done.

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  9. "Too poor to be hounded by the vexations of money..."

    I believe you. Money is the root of all stress and anxiety. But nowadays it may be the unit for survival in this age of computers and technology. I love your sincerity. Blessed day my friend.

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  10. I love your nostalgia and it resonates.
    I accept that the good old days were not good for some and good times were something to dream of.
    Nevertheless for many of us, life held a wonderful simplicity, where gratitude abounded if gaining something we needed rather than something we wanted.
    In this respect I still exist in those days and my needs are simple and my wants are few, if any.
    Anna :o]

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  11. We thought we would change the world, and we came so close. Then all the assassinations drove us into stunned retreat. I look at the world we have now and cant believe what i see. Loved this poem, Wendy. I hope the young ones hang onto their dreams and idealism, for there are a lot of wrongs to right today.

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  12. Thanks for the trip down memory lane, Wendy. Oh, for the return of those days when things seemed so simple and straight-forward!

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  13. I want to live there again, in times when uncertainty and fear and unnecessary loss were just words I read somewhere.

    I love the title.

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  14. and the times they are a changin' - the poets dreamed to a musician's tune..I think music has changed so much, gone are the voices of justice.

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  15. Perhaps we thought we knew, who the "good" people were? It seemed we were on the same merry-go-round in our thinking, a little bit? Today there is such confusion, with fake news and such. Oh, for the good old days! A simpler time?

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  16. The certainty that there was right and wrong... think now people just accept a certain convenient grey... nice touch there of the idealism of youth.

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  17. Love, love, love this....we were onto something when truth was all the rage...how did it get all turned around and so many are OK with the deceit of the day?

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  18. I'm not one of those who reminisce about by-gone days and idealize them. Yet, your poem has made me consider that now. I do miss those days when truth was admired.

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  19. Yes, things have changed, and they always will, but I believe there is still hope.

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  20. Yep, that was me too. Magical times, great to be alive, and we really did believe the better world was just around the corner. Then came Altamont, AIDS, the rise of the multinationals ... and disillusion. Yet somehow, having lived that idealistic dream, one never quite loses it.

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  21. It's the close that got me. Powerful stuff.

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  22. My goodness! Power in irony and then power in "simple certainty." I lived quite a similar experience. Love.

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  23. So true! We have such hope when younger. Old age is hard enough we should be able to stay that innocent. Not in today's world.

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  24. I think we still are "on to something," even though the path is rough today. Can't give up hope. And truth. Especially truth.

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