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[title] => The Black and White Picture
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[bodytext] => I am constantly reminded of the feeling that I am in a lonely playground I feel Fingers brush the glassy cherry red that covers giggling monkey bars and the banisters of a bridge-like structure painted a daffodil yellow and the purple swings, colourful rhythm in a colourful breeze but I am in a black and white film it seems black and white makes everything simple to the audience or the naked eye or an eye seeing anything for the first time at all the colours in between only complicate things they bring in emotion and feeling when all that is intended to be seen is the lonely metal and the little girl swinging on the swings an eerie happiness in black and white, she is ghostlike with a ghostlike laugh perhaps the girl is me and I am watching the younger me while smiling or frowning Was an accurate picture painted? Because - it’s supposed to be a metaphor a deeper meaning – a revelation (finally!) that will show me the Big Picture the Big Picture – people keep talking about it I’m convinced they’re waxing philosophers until the three words pop out of their mouth The scene is a metaphor and here’s the never ending analysis: It’s to show that we're all alone and only feel the cold metal but - if we're all alone than loneliness itself becomes an obsolete term - does it not? I am constantly reminded of the surgeons whose pagers squeak to them And it’s like the calling of a deity Within seconds… fingers brushing scalpels and medical knives that dive into the glassy cherry red that churns through us, uniting us all and separating us all and the souls of expressionless face of the unconscious relation lying on the cold steel but it is a black and white film it seems directed by Tarantino most likely where the glassy cherry red is the only colour seen (or the only colour shown?) It’s a metaphor that leaks out and branches to different meanings From the corrupt society, to history, to friendship, to all the things that complicate life All these interpretations are problematical – so we return to the black and white and the soul of the bleeding patient looks down on it's body salty drops of liquid soul fall from the opalescent figure They’re tears of joy, incomprehension, anger, woe or pain it's supposed to be a metaphor for what we find in complex things but what do we find in complex things? who would know? The tears only fall in black and white [comments] => 1 [counter] => 233 [topic] => 43 [informant] => historykat [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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