Di Prima

I can't say I ever paid much attention to my own generation, known as "the silent generation." It was a great generation in which to be a white man in America, perhaps the best ever. The destructions of World War Two had swept the ground of world competition. America was the last prosperous place on earth. Jobs went begging. 

This was also the time of the Beat Generation, and I saw this morning that mother and poet Diane Di Prima had died. So she hasn't quite been forgotten. In writing about how women get broken, she was the one who asked, "How did we come to be contained/ in rooms?"