Nameless

my sign for a protest a couple days ago. grateful to be there— and won't stop for nothin!

The Millennium will always be Not That Long Ago. Everything since the Millennium will always be, in some sense, ‘new’.

You can listen to a Top 40 station now and hear a song from 10 years ago easily, even songs from the 80s or 90s on special occasions (which might just be the Nineties at Noon or whatever every single day).

A Top 40 station in the 80s? Played the current fucking Top 40 and that was it. You were lucky if you heard a song that was one year old, definitely never ten. I was born in 1979 and heard almost no music from before I was born until high school or college. If you wanted to hear anything older than a year, you had to listen to a classic rock (late 60s to 70s) or oldies (50s to early 60s) station. There was nothing earlier than that on the radio.

A restaurant was playing What a Feeling, from 1983. 28 years before my son was born. That’s the equivalent of hearing a song from 1951 in the late 80s, which just did not happen. Even for an oldies station, it was hard to find anything that old.

VCRs were just getting big in the mid-80s, but there was a limited selection of videos you could buy (or even rent) for them. Most video rental stores didn’t bother to stock TV shows, it just wasn’t worth it. (Few shows were even released on VHS.)

So you could generally watch recent movies and “classics” but if you were looking for some random movie from the mid-70s - that’s only ten years previous - you were mostly out of luck. Imagine looking for a movie from 2006 right now, and you can find maybe the top-grossing ones and a few that won Oscars, but Night at the Museum? The Devil Wears Prada? You’re shit outta luck. That’s what it would have been like looking for movies from 1976 in 1989.

So for those of us who grew up in the 80s and early 90s, pop culture had a hard limit of about a decade, if that. By the late 90s, the internet was good enough that music was starting to stretch that, but you still couldn’t really get video through the internet and DVDs were still catching up in terms of what was available. You didn’t really get entire seasons of TV on DVD until the early 00s - the first season of The Simpsons, which aired in 1989, wasn’t released on DVD until 2001.

ineffable — indescribable, unspeakable

eudaemonia — the state of consummate happiness

sumptuous — extremely costly, luxurious, magnificent

nadir — the lowest point (of something abstract)

lassitude —tiredness, lack of energy

scintilla — a spark or a trace of something

aurora — the dawn

quintessential — perfectly typical or representative of a particular kind of person or thing

renaissance — revival

bodacious — remarkable, admirable

Here are some borrowed words,

Since I have an empty stock.

I saw her, alone in the twilight.

Her golden locks, rocking in the

Wind cradle,

Lips parted, giving way to a

Sugar breath,

She stared at the horizon.

Birds flew twittering by,

Leaving the leaves trembling.

Sun plunged where sight refused to go.

She dropped her eyelids,

Flooding the crystal lakes beneath,

Two pearlsome teardrops

Fell on me; I blushed a bit.

I tried to retain those

Those precious containers of anecdotes.

Twinkling at me, they started

Moving down.

I beheld two rolling bioscopes

Of diamond skies,

Since they mirrored all they faced

Through their roundy surface.

I shouted desperately

"Hey, don't rush my delicate friends,

You will be scattered to thousands!

Tell me the tale why did she cry.

Where did she fail, how did she try."

One of them played me false,

Scattered to droplets,down on my stems.

Another ceased my brink anigh

With stars inscribed countless.

It questioned me crossed what I sought.

Why I hindered its demise

Though I thrive, why I strive

To see its mistress' eyes?

I replied,

She is not only yours

But also mine, mine beloved too.

She planted my soul;

Regarded my growth.

So, I did her adore.

So, I cared, what if I stared?

So, I fostered her delight.

When in the night, my princess cried,

Her broken heart so teared.

I being, her broken heart darling,

I garnish her garden yard.

Garnish her mind, garnish her soul;

Garnish her euphoric years.

All on a sudden, the evening star

Dazzled my eyes through the tear drop

Which followed its friend

Dispersed to fragments

Down on my stems, a salty scar.

It kept untold that anecdote old

Which made my mistress cry.

I abode her Broken heart dear

Following her footsteps to far from near.

Grief is just love with no place to go.