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The album

BB+TBWe will never be this young again

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We always knew that, but didn’t

Believe it, until one day, looking

At pictures of how we were, when

 

We were that young, smiling photos,

The happiness blended with youth,

We had to confess that time had

Passed, happily and with the stealth

 

Of time slipping by, unnoticed and

Quieter than the images of those young

Happy people looking back at us

 

#history · #living · #loss · #observation · education · theater

Je ne regrette rien

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Lost in thought?

It is a challenge to live life without remorse. There is always something you should have said, or could have done differently, better to remind you that you are merely mortal.

Nonetheless, I have so few regrets, at least of things I failed to do. One big one is not having had georgraphy classes while attending a school with a world-class program. Taking the opportunity to learn more about urban planning reminds me also of some of my failings in predicting Tony winners. (See my 2014, If/Then expectations, for instance. The play is about an urban planner, so I am not digressing too far afield. It is also about regrets, or paths not taken and choices made.)

The misguided Tony picks, however, are sins of commission that I do not really rue. I enjoy placing my annual bet (as I did this year at The Wright Wreport and for several years before that as well, almost always with less than a perfect score.) I also truly love the theater and the opportunities I get to be in the audience.

Not having had a shot at a career which shapes cities is a genuine lament. The college I attended, Clark University, set a terrific path for those wishing to pursue it. It never occurred to me to do so. I think I associated Geography with something very boring, like reciting the names of capital cities. (The latter is now the name of a pop duo, apparently. Times change.) There is something for which to pay penance and act in contrition.

In four years of sometimes lackadaisical, occassionally rigorous intellectual pursuit, I never set foot in any of the classes this academic discipline offered.  In fact, I doubt that I even set foot in that department’s building. I temper this regret with my memories of a very fine education and a grand gregarious experience. To make up for my own inattention to the Geo. Dept., I always tell the perspective students I interview about Clark’s excellent reputation in Geography. If I steer one of them in the direction of this line of study,  then I will feel absolution for overlooking the chance of a lifetime.

#living · #observation · #poem · #poetry

Portrait of Pan (II) in bronze

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A man with horns and snout, half-goat,

The man-half standing on spindly legs,

Frisky, yet demoralized, holding a pipe

In a crooked arm, immortalized, yet

Cheerful in his false schema, a strategem

To make him neither nor does not make

Him self-conscious or affect his affect or

Alter his true being, impish and affable

#life-is-short · #living

Winding down

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“Awaken Mac” by cb2k – [1]. Licensed under GPL via Wikimedia Commons – https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Awaken_Mac.png#/media/File:Awaken_Mac.png
Time is ticking by and may be,

May be it’s running out, it

Goes faster than I can move,

Faster than I want to go, slow down,

Slow down, let me catch up

#beauty · #life-is-short · #living · #memento_mori · #remember · #roses

Roses in my window

Are cut flowers a memento mori?

A reminder that all things pass?

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via Wikimedia Commons

A token of the ephemeral in life?

Do we need to remember that nothing will last?

How could we ever forget?

Humans are doomed to know that life is short.
Inevitability is our heritage and our burden.

Beauty flourishes than dies, withering

Dropping like the petals of a rose

Crumbling and turning to dust

Vanished like our ancestors from this earth
To be no more

This is not a gloomy fact– it just is.
Not a complaint, but a privilege of the living

Yes, we do need to remember. To know that all is finite and one day will end.

This is not a gloomy fact– it just is.
Not a complaint, but a privilege that comes with the glories of life.

© 2015 Tamara Beck.