Lunatic Generation

I wrote this poem by singing the words into the voice memo app on my phone while taking a walk on the beach one night, just before the lunar eclipse. I plucked the term “lunatic generation” from a biography of Joni Mitchell I’ve been reading called   Reckless Daughter  , written by David Yaffe. In the book, Joni refers to her youthful peers of the 1960s as the “lunatic generation,” as they’ve begun to embark on unconventional life paths with an “anything is possible” attitude. Be it lunacy or enlightenment, I relate to this commitment to going against the grain, as I’m sure many in my generation do.

I wrote this poem by singing the words into the voice memo app on my phone while taking a walk on the beach one night, just before the lunar eclipse. I plucked the term “lunatic generation” from a biography of Joni Mitchell I’ve been reading called Reckless Daughter, written by David Yaffe. In the book, Joni refers to her youthful peers of the 1960s as the “lunatic generation,” as they’ve begun to embark on unconventional life paths with an “anything is possible” attitude. Be it lunacy or enlightenment, I relate to this commitment to going against the grain, as I’m sure many in my generation do.

She was born in the lunatic generation

They told her she could be

An astronaut or a painter

Or a starlet on TV

Writing letters from California

Musings for every meal

Satiate an endless appetite 

For bohemian appeal

She was born in the lunatic generation

Andromeda and Mars

Celestial habitation

Wiping counters at the bar

She was born in the lunatic generation

They told her she could be

A singer or a poet 

Swaying in the reeds

Quiet those painful voices

That tell her she’s a seed

Not the tall stalk of a sunflower

Growing ‘mongst the weeds

So she’s writing her letter from California

To tell them she’s got leads

While she’s bussing at the Coconut

Soon she’ll be on the wide screen