Bring
me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring
me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I
will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my
hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and
pleasant land.
It
looked as if someone used my blog for the opening ceremony.
An overspilling and overmixed bag that hasn't decided which it wants more: to do serious or funny. I know that life can be like that, but an opening of the olympic games should be a bit more focused than life.
An overspilling and overmixed bag that hasn't decided which it wants more: to do serious or funny. I know that life can be like that, but an opening of the olympic games should be a bit more focused than life.
All
in all, even though it wasn't as bad as the Materna&Wojewódzki
disaster that 'celebrated' Poland's taking over of the EU
'presidency', it was a flop, too.
An
unexpected bonus is that the event was a great illustration of
Europe's demise and partly an illustration of the reasons. One couldn't help, but think
of what and why went wrong with the continent as the lengthy show
moved from quaint, inspired and elevated through mixed-up, flashy and
decadent to empty, materialistic and messed-up.
The
saving grace may have been the fact that it started and ended (the main show, before the parade of national teams) on a
religious note.
More soon.
More soon.
Hold
Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and
point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain
shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
