Time & Stance…

August91969-CieloDrive-SharonTate 1 It’s not a matter of either really, is it?
Time…goes by….
Circumstances…never change….
Politics, methods, agendas might change….
For most of us, the day, that night, just stays the same….
Where was I?
I was securely tucked into a California bed that night, no doubt the window screen fully open, why not, there’s nothing to fear from window screens on August 9, 1969, is there?
Yes, the 60s were raging, if you pretended to take notice, Middle America didn’t much…I don’t think….
Knives, guns, sure, in the news, Vietnam, far off…not here, not of any real significance…anyways…..
Not to 10050 Cielo Drive anyways….
Not to any of us………..anyways….
Nancy Pitman COULD have been making sand castles on Malibu Beach…if she had chose to do so….
Malibu Barbie, after all, was patterned after Sharon Tate, who could have been her iconic idol, but wasn’t, in the end, Sharon became her enemy, a target she knew nothing about, but for the empty hatred she felt through The Soul…Charlie…and as we all know, Charlie then, nor now, just don’t surf…
How can so much go so wrong on just one summer night in one year…way back when….when we all thought nothing counted…when every little thing just did….
Sand castles, screened in windows…southern heat, ocean breezes, hot, humid oppressive coastal haze…it all seemed so natural that night, something we all could relate to, yet, the morning after, was anything but….
How many nights like that one have we all fell asleep, sound asleep…how many nights like that have we had a glass of wine with a close friend, talking on everything, and nothing…forgetting to lock the front door or shutting that dining room window…it happens, we happen…stuff happens….
Yet, we are not slashed and stabbed beyond repair, are we?
There is a time and stance for everything in Life, is there not?
But where, in all the photos of the beautiful Sharon Tate, am I supposed to fit a dirty, slimy image of a skeleton draped coffin? Where?
If beauty like that could exist and not exist now, then where am I?
Where am I?
Beauty as in innocence, beauty as in naiveté, beauty as in the face of God….
Only matched by the pure unadulterated evil in this world….
And the evil still breathes…while the dead innocent…don’t.
Maybe too maudlin tonight, maybe too much booze, maybe….
But the hurt is real.

Comments

CarolMR said…
MsBurb, how ironic that I am reading your post just after watching a news story on TV about a murder trial in Connecticut where the crime began as a home invastion in 2007 and ended with a mother and her two daughters killed and set on fire. The father, badly beaten, managed to escape. A Connecticut neighborhood where this just isn't supposed to happen. Just like the carnage on Cielo Drive just wasn't supposed to happen there. And as you write about the face of innocence, I just saw the innocent faces of the young mother and her two daughters, just as I can picture the innocent faces of the TLB victims. I'm rambling now and not making any sense, but your post is so timely while this Connecticut murder trial is taking place. Not the same publicity as TLB, but the evil and the hurt are the same.
MsBurb said…
Yes, know now about that home invasion crime, Carol...didn't know of it when i wrote this...BUT I have this weird habit of feeling things at the right time...freaks people out...giggle...

But yes, for me, this Greek Tragedy of sorts may be long gone for TLB but can and WILL replay itself out in our countries, continually, especially if history isn't talked about so present day won't have history repeat its ugly self...:(

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