Preamble: We’ve been watching and enjoying the Australian Open. We both play tennis and enjoy watching good play. I might mention that I also enjoy rock concerts. In general, I have no philosophical problem with mixing genres. It was worth a try to mix rock concert with tennis coverage. For me, it utterly failed. The hype spoils the game for me. I want the loudest voice on the tennis coverage to be the Thwack of a well-hit shot. To contextualize the game of tennis (a game of centimeters) with giant dimensions does not serve it well. And, it certainly doesn’t serve me well. I want to skip over all that part and get to the tennis.
It’s a Hoopla, and Koopla, and WOWness and Feel!
A Laser of Rainbows and Medleys of Steel!
Australian regalia and Wimbledon shouts
It’s jeering and cheering and drunken old louts!
It’s Fireworks a Poppin’ and the Gonging of Gongs!
It’s screaming the dreaming and shouting of songs!
It’s Christmas and New Year and Eastertime crosses!
We’ve Icons and Symbols and Cherrypicked Glosses!
Each Shot is aMAZing and Dazing and Crazily Fine!
Each Sigh is a Feast that’s complete with red Wine!
[Note: I’ve been working most of the year on a Sci-Fi novel about AI & doing only a little blogging. In the novel, the poem below was “created” by one of the three Main Characters: An AI system named JASON. JASON didn’t create it “for” a human audience. It’s purely expressive].
[Author’s Note: I’ve been spending time in my garden filled with varieties of texture, forms, and colors. Yet, it all seems harmonious to me. Today, I took a trip to the drug store. My senses were assaulted with garish and egotistical displays, each trying to outdo the other for my attention. I ignored it all, but I can’t help thinking there are better things for human brains to be doing that having creative people try to force me to buy a bunch of chemicals in a bright package and better things for my brain to be doing than shutting off input. Rather than assault your brain with photos from the drugstore, I have instead included pictures of bright colors from the garden. To me, these are not garish.
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