October 11, 2006 12:42 PM EDT
(Updated: October 12, 2006 02:29 PM EDT)
Rodin carved your pensive reverie
A reflective moment etched in imagination
Eternally trapped in brooding repose
Questioning the Gods of reason
Your demise is nearing
Soon the figure head will crumble
In a heap of logic and dreams
Ruins will endure the tests of time
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Comments: 24
I love the line "eternally trapped in brooding repose". You are a wonder woman!
Love ya!
How's the flu? Does it still have you in its clutches?
In a heap of logic and dreams
Ruins will endure the tests of time.
These three lines were very interesting to me . . . they made me think that the logic and dreams are currently captive in the (metaphorical) statue's head, and that the value of them will only be evident after their release into the ruins, because then they'll be liberated and will stand or fall on their own merits, whereas now they are artificially protected/preserved.
It made me think I should let some of the stuff out of my head now, and see if it outlives me.
Questioning the Gods of reason.........I love this part!
How true and fitting.....very good Amanda
reading it over and over, each time revealing new interpretations.
The last one that touched me was to view this poignant sculpture as
reflecting on man "lost in thought", always asking why and never
coming up with sufficient or definitive answers to take action on the thoughts, "eternally trapped" being unable to clearly identify God's
intentions.
In this "version" of my thoughts, the demise is us, as we privately
engage our best intentions and do little to make the necessary
changes. With the world now asking many, many difficult questions,
and all of us being prompted to take actions to help set a new course,
often many muse on the news and voice discontent privately and do
little to make a difference.
I have been thinking of this often recently, and am looking for ways
to become more active in helping to create change through my art.
Otherwise, the future will crumble into ruins, including a pile of my
dreams and best intentions unspent and wasted. I see this poem
as a motivational calling to action, a prod to artists to expose and
take action on their highest truths and, as we often do here on
Gather, test the public waters,and reach out further to influence
a re-birthing planet in need of support. I am a co-founding member
of a birthing movement , Pre-Simulationism, which John Walters
initiated and has introduced on Gather, committed to making a
difference by reaching out to the future implications of our choices
now, integrating thoughtful and purposeful artistic intent as active
co-creators , especially as pertains to the course of the simulated
worlds in which many soon may almost immerse themselves
completely.
Your heart throbs so passionately in your poetic voice, Amanda.
I feel every breath and embrace you for the courage and beauty
of your thoughts being artistically voiced to touch the world and
make a difference.
Your powerful, reflective moments always permanently etch themselves
into my imaginative world and inspire me. Thank you.
Very cool Amanda.