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    dots Submission Name: there is no spoondots

    Author: blueorchids
    ASL Info:    30/F/California
    Elite Ratio:    6.43 - 1096/928/91
    Words: 77
    Class/Type: Random Thoughts/Serious
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       if you think about most of this poem, it defies logic, and thereby also defies reality. if you remember "there is no spoon" from somewhere, you just may get the connection.

    also, i separated it into 2 stanzas because to me, they feel like 2 different poems with the same title.

    a lot of people wonder what this piece means. to me, they were both observational epiphanies. to you they may be anything you like, which is the great thing about writing about a place outside of reality. =]

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    dotsthere is no spoondots

    unbreaking grey taints the skies
    though a desert sun burdens the land.
    the heat wilts the slow dying foliage
    but does not warm the coolness from the glass.
    clouds are intangible collective wind
    but no breeze adds to the chill in the air.

    dig deep enough and water will meet shovel.
    but if water holds up the ground
    and the earth is what we walk upon
    why is it not also possible to run on water?

    Submitted on 2004-06-22 14:26:19     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      you painted a very surreal picture here. i loved the last stanza, about the water and how if this is true, indeed, why can't we run on water? interesting observation! i didn't get the "there is no spoon" reference, but i don't think it matters. this is a bit left field, and i like it!

    | Posted on 2005-01-18 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]
      I must be on some sort of strong halucinogen. everything I read seems brilliant. This is such a great enigmatic piece (and you journal was great too by the way, publish it just the way it is). I love the second stanza about water holding up the earth, there is more truth in this than many scientists will believe. I think we may need just a little more explanation thoug in case we miss the full intent of this...please.
    | Posted on 2004-06-26 00:00:00 | by Lelik | [ Reply to This ]
      The question at the end seems rhetorical enough. The piece is haunting me. I read it yesterday and have come back for more, but alas, I don't get it.
    I'm not even sure why the question troubles you.
    Would you be so nice as to just give me a point or piece of the puzzle so I can continue? Thanks
    | Posted on 2004-06-25 00:00:00 | by Sandburg | [ Reply to This ]
      Descartes' eternal fear was that life could be just a dream.
    I don't know why that worried him, but this is MC Escher in words and reassuringly abstract whilst still holding some sort of landscape.
    So I like it because it's unsettling.
    | Posted on 2004-06-25 00:00:00 | by Awkward | [ Reply to This ]
      ha... i love the second stanza... i love it when ppl out loud voice their wonders about things that plague me at mental hours of the morning but ill never wonder them outloud... anyways... if you can follow that well done. awesome write girl! as for the spoon line... i dont know where it is from... i said it randomly the other day and it was a PRIMO line and ppl just looked at me like id flipped but yeah... wheres it from..?
    | Posted on 2004-06-24 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
      whoa i like the second one...sounds zen. both are cool but I don't know the spoon line but reading Naked Lunch made me think of heroin! my bad:)
    | Posted on 2004-06-22 00:00:00 | by joe quinn | [ Reply to This ]
      the last stanza kinda hits home...only because I've thought of similar things...but you know why we cant run on water?..because there is no water...heh...sry...liked the matrix reference though...
    | Posted on 2004-06-22 00:00:00 | by LadyChaos | [ Reply to This ]
      Boy, you don't understand physics very well do you? Sheesh. I hope this piece is meant to be fecetious. If not, then you REALLY need to open a physics book. I like some of the lines in this poem, but I don't understand quite why it ended the way it did.
    | Posted on 2004-06-22 00:00:00 | by Black Rock Tractor | [ Reply to This ]
      ah, the matrix?

    ah, ADORED the last line. a bit of alexander pope seemed to be sprinkled into that one. yeah, they do feel like 2 different poems, but they connect, so it's alright.

    *grins* as always, love your writing.
    | Posted on 2004-06-22 00:00:00 | by EmeraldJealousy | [ Reply to This ]
      Hm, I don't know what to say to this. I agree with the observations, but for right now i can only think of this on a really concrete rationalist level - ill suited for such things...
    | Posted on 2004-06-22 00:00:00 | by particularshard | [ Reply to This ]
      ^.^ I really liked this... like you said it does defy all logic and all reality but that's ok ^.^ I actually liked the 2nd stanza better because I believe I have had thoughts about that along the same line I don't feel so crazy anymore?! Hah... anyways... good job on writing this piece ^.^
    | Posted on 2004-06-22 00:00:00 | by Childoutspoken | [ Reply to This ]
      Illusions are a part of each individual's reality, yet for some certain ilusions are part of their reality, and there are even those who live almost entirely in a surreal world of their own making. Mirrors, smoke, matrices, shadows --and dreams reflect images that
    we pigeon-hole as real or not---but reality is based on belief--consciously accepting unconditionally what
    logic might refute.or cast aside as fantasy.
    Sometimes these images manifest as angels, faeries, aliens,chimeras---or as scientific or mathematical concepts ---or even aesthetically as concertos, masterpieces of art, prose or poetry.Your poem(s) are evocative of all of those--and none of those.
    I love the enigma, the riddle of this piece, but most I like the inspiration to transcend the concrete world for a few moments and dally in the surreal realm of unconscious thought.
    Is there any soup?
    | Posted on 2004-07-12 00:00:00 | by Silverdog | [ Reply to This ]

    Never seen the Matrix so I wouldn't really understand about the there is no spoon part. Sorry. I am a little out of the way of things. . . .

    It seems that this is just you wanting to break free of the way things "have" to be. . . such as gravity, the fact that you will break through water's surface if you attempt to step on it, etc. The first one seems more to be talking about how that's impossible. . . . I dunno. Since you're defying logic, maybe a more e e cummings approach to this would be better, just so that it would look like you were defying that sort of logic too. Dunno, once again. Good write, though.
    | Posted on 2005-01-11 00:00:00 | by secret moon | [ Reply to This ]

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