The USSR has a history of crushing dissent, in the spring. One need only think of Prague. And, tanks sent from Moscow rolled into Budapest too. In both cities, in both countries, proud rebels opposed the moves. But the tanks crushed in the end. Russia is not the USSR, as I have been arguing, but since its Winter Games it has been playing a very aggressive sort of game with geo-politics. I think the reason is the Black Sea Fleet, and the emotive, and real, linguistic and ethnic ties between Russia proper and Crimea. President Putin, playing to the home crowd, would become a great iron man if he took back the Crimea. I fear he may just try. I am not sure what could or would stop him, short of thermo-nuclear threat, or severe economic sanctions. This is the closest the world has been on the brink of world war since before 1989 - in a quarter century. I don't think it is time to duck and dive just yet. But this is serious.
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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