Colleagues Across the Curriculum,
days, Sam?” my dialecticians
ask, dreaming of Hegel and
his diachronic oppositions
“Were we always dedicated
to the Triad plus 2? “
NOSTALGIA
Literally: “agony for the home”
Paradigm Lost.
Olden days with a bar on campus
and a shared buzz generated every
fall & spring festival: staff, faculty,
students, administration & campus
brats hippity-hopping out the doors,
conga-kicking around Glad, coeds
pausing to hurl into in the holly,
gracefully pulling back their long
shiny hair while cross-cultural
trombones & trumpets, banjos,
kazoos & snare-drums hammered
a line of hippie forbears precursor
to 2nd & 3rd generations of SUV
Trustafarians & our sustainable
collective conscience: boom lay
boom lay boom lay
boom..
No one wore bicycle helmets in
those days, nor carried water
bottles or hoisted back packs
like camels. Smoking was a
1940’s movieland set: part of
a cultural body language &
gesture, snapping Zippos
galore;
Bubbas sold T-shirts to support
their habit; jogging was not yet
addictive, vegans hadn’t been
created nor was sexual assault
considered a campus wide
phenomena with its own infra-
structure. Citizen’s Band radios
& 8-track players cut the edge
of media savvy in such as
Dean Kahl’s blue
60's Camaro.
We were happy hypocrites saying
one thing and doing other stuff,
who’s got a problem with that?
Small but very large, we
contained multitudes nestled
in our tiny blue ridge. Contra-
dictions made good sense, and
paradox: but of course.
xxxooo, Presbyter
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