ANNUS MIRABILIS (Philip Larkin):

Sexual intercourse began

In nineteen sixty-three

(which was rather late for me) —

Between the end of the “Chatterley” ban

And the Beatles’ first LP.

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Well, I was never convinced that anyone hit that particular zeitgeist just quite right (and if you really want to know, ask the women…). But I was reminded of this poem by CalPundit’s post, asking when history ended. I’m uberboring–history ended, for me, on the day Challenger blew. And the Punky Brewster episode dedicated thereunto. (Charles Murtaugh is classier than me, and, just maybe, more relevant.) One can only become what one is; and what I am, apparently, is a creature of the reality TV age. Love me, little lamb, or leave me.