The camera flashes stop. Burning afterimages into our retinas. Memories of excitement strobing when we close our eyes. But that image fades and we are left with inaccuracy, embellishments, and no one to share them with.
SO this is kind of about Lebron and all of the hype for the .500 Heat, but it's also about how nothing that is that exciting and wonderful lasts and oftentimes it screws you up. Think Lenny Dykstra.
The Heat look impressive to me, sir; although, they may suffer from what the Cavs did: a regular season team that doesn't have the depth or size for a championship birth. I like the notion of fleeting moments though, and unrealized hype. Your poem reminds me of the final scene in Six Feet Under's final episode: how, once we filter reality through a lense and try to capture a moment, we've already lost it.
It also works with the idiomatic expression "all flash and no substance". Yeah they're good, but every good thing fades eventually. That's the point. Plus I wrote this 2 games into the season.
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SO this is kind of about Lebron and all of the hype for the .500 Heat, but it's also about how nothing that is that exciting and wonderful lasts and oftentimes it screws you up. Think Lenny Dykstra.
The Heat look impressive to me, sir; although, they may suffer from what the Cavs did: a regular season team that doesn't have the depth or size for a championship birth. I like the notion of fleeting moments though, and unrealized hype. Your poem reminds me of the final scene in Six Feet Under's final episode: how, once we filter reality through a lense and try to capture a moment, we've already lost it.
It also works with the idiomatic expression "all flash and no substance". Yeah they're good, but every good thing fades eventually. That's the point. Plus I wrote this 2 games into the season.
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