Maybe, it’s not enough

When could love possibly not be enough?

There is, of course, that star-crossed motif Shakespeare pulled out of medieval Italian lore.

Sometimes, the stars do not align. There is no serendipitous circumstance that brings lovers together when other circumstances have pushed them apart.

This, too, can be very romantic. (See Romeo and Juliet ref. above.) It will certainly elicit sighs and tears.

The very sappy and enduring Love Story and its sequel Oliver’s Story are possibly exemplars of the sadly romantic in film.

Terms of Endearment, on our previous rom-com list, has a component of loss, and actually fits this list better. Place it next to Steel Magnolias as a hearty instance of romantic but sorrowful.

Of course, these two and the previous ones are not strictly in the mode of star-crossed, but rather love found and lost (the.. Story pix) or love tinged with tragedy (Terms.. and Steel.. .)

In a more light-hearted vein in which love is a stage and is 
intentionally given up, we have (among others, of course), the superb and memorable Dirty Dancing. In this genre of rom-com, love is not so much meant to be, or a cosmically missed experience. Instead, it is a fond memory.

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Hope, hate, and disruption

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Lest we forget in the haze of all the disinformation we hear.

When we lost hope, we also abandoned principles of decency and justice.

The banners of hate, complicity and racism are cynically being held up to wave over the new US of A.

We are so used to strong-arming and speech that incites to anger that we have become compliant. The abundance of disinformation from the top keeps us off kilter.

The truth, that we have lost our way, is glaringly evident. Can we find it, after the disruptions pile up?

The leadership we have allowed to lead us down this rabbit hole is leaving permanent scars on the democracy. We need greater vigilance to steer us through this maze and the mayhem. You might say, “but look at the stock market,” and ignore the things you have given up.

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Arthur Szyk (1894-1951). Thomas_Jefferson’s Oath (1951), New Canaan, CT

A rich country with some 10% of our population likely to not be covered in a health crisis. Health insurance is important and not just for those who are insured. We all pay a toll. There are too many of us too many of us likely to not be able to pay for our children’s illnesses , and living in poverty

The tariff war that has been started will hit you personally in the pocket book, but it will not bring steel manufacturing back to Pittsburgh. It may even make it impossible for cars to be made in our Southern states because the automobile industry depends on imported steel. And cars are not the only item in your budget that will become more expensive.

There are plenty of circuses meant to keep us off guard. The Korean Summit with promises of peace and assurances of success is just one of these trompe l’oeil. A scheduled meeting with Putin is another. Assurances that anyone disagreeing with the administration is pandering so called fake news is a third ring in this circus. Tweets are the messengers, billboards for the disrupt.

The rule of law is being eroded. We, each of us, is being made over into an American less than the person conceived by our Constitution. Democracy is in threat.

Beware, and be wary!

 

So close…Can’t wait…Here it goes…

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Here. at midnight on the 31st of December, the ball will drop and you–even from your couch at home– will join the throngs in yelling out Happy New Year! Photo © Tamara Beck

via Daily Prompt: Finally

You waited 364 days for this one. Or is it 363 this year? Whichever it is, finally the anticipated New Year is upon us.

Well, in truth, in some locales around the globe it has already peaked, but here in NYC we await the balldrop some 13 plus hours from now, and counting.

One two three … midnight and happy new year.

Fall

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Central Park 1970 (Tamara Beck, photographer)

As the weather turns from sultry to sublime,/

The leaves blush with the pleasure of the/

new season and in anticipation of a/

frosty sleep to come. In the Fall,/

time is their friend and ours.

 

Reflections

 

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Photo © Tamara Beck

Upside down and waterlogged

So that they are hard to read,

Almost as indecipherable as the

Mind of the pigeon that landed

On the path in front of us

Do you remember this?

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Time and the river wait for noone. Photos © Tamara Beck.

I have expunged so much and so many from my recollection

When they come creeping in, it’s on ghost feet

Sometimes I welcome the newly remembered

Sometimes I dread the associations they bring me

Some memories amuse, others confuse, some

Simply disabuse me of my moral superiority, I

Have not served truth or justice, not always,

Just sometimes; glory is not mine to strut or savor,

Not always, just sometimes, Who were you? Who was I?

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