Rocky Balboa

Whether or not you get it, whether or not you ever got it;

the chief idea @ the nucleus of this epic story, …that

which resides in the cellar of the fictional gent

called “Rock”, …is not put to rest here.

The tide is turning (…play like u

couldn’t really care less ~~ 

chic & apropos of a dismal 

Twenty-first Century pathos

gone blank with angst or ire’s

apathetic rank & file contempt

if you must, but it’s false.)

…Silvester.

The heart of humanity…

is bubbling there beneath the surface,

like a pressured fissure with an

outlook of inferno passion.

This iz a noteworthy little flick. 

M’ hat’s off to ya, Sylvester Stalone.

What an honorable way to send-off

The Greatest Fighter who never lived....

[...Saw Rocky Balboa with my kid today; he’s just two years older than I was when I saw the opening of Rocky (’76) with my dad.  It was (believe-it-or-not) the first flick I’d seen in an indoor movie theater, …& it made a powerful impression on me.  So did today’s retrospective renaissance of parallel good energies with m’ son…who dug it thisssssssssssssssss much.  Lampoon the story or not, it celebrates humanity.]

Happy Christmas [if applicable] & an Inspired New Year