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    dots Submission Name: Beijing - for Nandots
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    Author: rws
    ASL Info:    57/m/ohio
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 2777/1297/258
    Words: 97
    Class/Type: Random Thoughts/Misc
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    dotsBeijing - for Nandots
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    Caught in the glorious
    majesty of visuals

    we tell ourselves
    such pleasures aren't real

    how can colors dance
    like drapery in glazed porcelain

    and how can a spool of sprinters
    weave themselves into spun gold

    how have the ancient whispers
    spoken through both screen and stone

    and earthairfirewater found another element
    lodged in narrow caves of muscle and bone

    when all the colors melt into one kingdom
    as if they found a single vein below
    the decadence we've come to call illusion;
    will fiery torches herald us toward home?




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    I never understood the politics that threatened to ruin the essence of the Olympics. Why people set themselves on fire, why people were so hell-bent on boycotting the Olympics because it was held in China. None of it made sense--the Games and the essence behind the ceremonies should not be coated with the vile taste of politics, or evil.

    The opening ceremony was surreal. It was art. I cried like a baby watching the beauty of it all.

    I want to know when people will appreciate that which is human. People created those fantastic visuals.

    There is hope for us yet.

    I like this poem. I prefer this over your humor.

    Alia
    | Posted on 2009-02-02 00:00:00 | by O | [ Reply to This ]
      RWS
    I think you did a fantastic job with this
    You touched on what I believe is the True meaning of the Olympics
    As I believe you know I am a very firm believer that World Peace is going to be Reality
    The Olmpics is the closest we are going to get to this until World Peace is a reality
    Its amazing to me that more people dont realize just how Beautiful it is to see such unity at the Olmpics when so many countries are right now at war
    Thank You for sharing what I Believe is an extremely important write
    Please keep in touch!!!!
    God Bless
    Ron
    | Posted on 2008-08-17 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
      let me ramble (not like i ever have, mind you. ha):
    what has all this free tibet, free tibet, free tibet you orwellian mind-controlling guinea pigs theatrics come to? i'm not sure. all i know is that politics and the spirit of the olympics should never rub shoulders against each other, that the whole point was to embrace the spirit of belonging and friendly competition and ignore the spaces in between occupied by deception and suffering and poverty and everything else. i mean, isn't that what the greeks did during frequent wars with each other? they'd stop warring so that they could send their best athletes to compete. and i've always thought that was a supergroovalicious thing to do. if war-torn hoplite swordfreaks can do it, then i'm not sure why we can't, either.

    but it's happened in munich and moscow and los angeles, i believe, boycotted by the opposing powers to be with a certain beef to roast/baste/fry/grill/insert other culinary idiom here.

    what you propose to me seems to be in the true spirit of what it's meant to be about. but in saying that, i've always perceived sport to be civilised warfare underneath... just look at every contact sport involving balls and points: replace that with uzi's/bazookas and casualty rates/statistics and it's only marginally different.

    but i guess all you need to do is dress it differently and people will be appeased.


    i'm not sure if this comment has anything to do with pavlova or kiwifruit. or the cream you spatula all over... i'm feeling loopy, i am.

    yep.
    *wink*
    | Posted on 2008-08-16 00:00:00 | by discombobulated | [ Reply to This ]
       I think you might name the fire as torch somehow to clarify what you're speaking of. Sorry I didn't catch that.

    will fire's torch herald us a better home?

    and I like the idea of single vein in it's own couplet
    so the last two strophes would look like this:



    when all the colors melt into one kingdom
    as if they found a single vein below

    and earthairfirewater found another element
    lodged in narrow caves of muscle and bone
    the decadence we've come to call illusion;
    will torch's fire herald us a better home?

    I really love this poem!


    | Posted on 2008-08-15 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]
      Thanks for the fave, Nan. The third line is a continuation of the second and implies getting beneath the surface to the vein that absorbs/accepts all color. The last line is the stand alone that asks if the 'torch' will cleanse of everything but pure enjoyment of living. Some compete to win, some compete for the pleasure of participation. Do you think I should divide that last section differently? I'm not sure...
    | Posted on 2008-08-15 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]
      This is just glorious and captures the feel of the opening of a single vein that is us. Unison. it's what we've been waiting for.

    I think the artistic vision of the opening was perfect even if it did not reflect the ideas of its leaders.

    But I detect a bit of rejection concerning ancient religions and beliefs. Even the fits over winning wouldn't be seen as sacred.

    balance, beauty, belief they 're the B's that buzz around my lotus flower, so why are all of us burning up in your mind?

    or at least that's what I see in the last two lines

    Nan
    | Posted on 2008-08-15 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]


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