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    dots Submission Name: Mud Pie Visiondots
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    Author: Blue Monk
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 1556/457/118
    Words: 152
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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       Reverting to childhood basics, I suppose.


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    dotsMud Pie Visiondots
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    Looking down I see it round
    and brown seeded by a
    slight to right, sinistral blight
    a concept wrought of power fought
    with blurry top

    maybe it's a volcano, someday
    to build it up, that's the way
    mud or clay?
    of which was Adam made?
    I forget it's been so long...

    the magic lay in making
    something out of nothing
    (if you don't count the clay)
    but there's no nothing left at all
    no more nothing...

    making a mountain... pyramid or tower
    out of something then, anyway
    patting, patting, form it round
    build it up from solid ground
    make it pay, form it hard, firm and round
    let it bake as though a cake
    but no volcano still, a dead molehill
    smash it bash it start again

    not for now, not alone
    lucky beasts
    perhaps next time
    some rip and flow
    volcano!






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      I see a lot of wisdom here even though somewhat inscrutably stated . "A slight to right , sinistral blight" ; what a way to express the basic raw animal impetus on our root clod . And translucent opulence doesn't necessarily preclude opacity on the transcendentally lucent aimed lucid . I know it may be blaspheme to you but not even God sees us clearly (free will to surprise him) nor do we really see ourselves clearly , or at least thats what I get out of "fought with blurry top" .

    Then again am I really capable of manufacturing a volcano in my own self defense , after all I'm only made of clay , right ?

    Although we are corporeally preternatural we really have almost no impartible magic prowess , consequentially "the magic lay in making something out of nothing" . "but there's no nothing left at all no more nothing" , this is inscrutable to me perhaps you could explain .

    I really like this verse . It brings to mind the earnestly industrious endeavoring mankind has made in attempting to relate metaphysical sooth , and that unsettling feeling you can get when the hawk owls of clairaudience are observing you , but again no volcano in our own self defense . Oh well .

    And this last verse is a positively raconteurial little anecdote with a try try again on the side .

    Seriously Lloyd I just love this . Keep it up .

    Bruce
    | Posted on 2011-12-18 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
      Your title made me think of the phrase 'mud pies of the mind'...and reading ended up being just that for me.

    I thought of how wonderful it was to be a child and unaware of all the definitions of things; to be able to impose my vision on my surroundings and construct my own little world.

    I thought of how lucky I was to have been born before the advent of video (anything) and toys that make their own sound effects. It was truly character building to be forced to create much of my entertainment with my imagination. Mud is incredibly versatile, and I baked many pies on the driveway, and great castles and roadways in the muddy beginnings of new houses coming up in our subdivision.

    I also love the smashing and bashing and starting over again. Mud (and playdough) are ideal for proving the simple facts that we ~can~ start over...we can disassemble what we've got (and arent happy with) and reshape it into something else. The unmaking is as important as the making...and sometimes something needs to become nothing before it can become something else.
    It's all nothing until we make it something anyhow. Ask Schrodinger's cat.


    Glad to read new words from you...
    | Posted on 2011-12-16 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ]
      This is murky goodness. I like that we don't know and can't know and that we build it up and smash it down.

    I like that it comes from nothing if we don't count the clay. But of course we have to count the clay, don't we?

    No. Because the rules are only what we make up as we go along smashing and building, building and smashing.

    Yes. I like this very much. You deserve a pat, pat, pat.

    Jane
    | Posted on 2011-12-16 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ]
      I guess children are gods in a sense. Without rhyme or reason they just build. It doesn't have to make sense; it doesn't have to work.
    If for some reason they want to build a mountain the spews lava, so be it.

    A very interesting concept..

    Matt
    | Posted on 2011-12-15 00:00:00 | by OneDarkFlame92 | [ Reply to This ]
      there is something about making something from nothing, and nothing can take away from that something.


    it all starts somewhere...the smallest dreams can erupt into the best realities...we just have to build them into it.

    and when it comes out wrong, smash it bash it and start all over again....

    yes, i rather like that concept....rather do.

    even adults can dream like children...and those dreams can come true...even if we don't wish upon a star.



    jacob
    | Posted on 2011-12-15 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]


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