 yet it was real it had actually existed a world without cell phones without the internet without cable tv! and although you lived in it you could no longer remember what did people do all day? "so you buy this thing and you do your taxes on it and then what - it just sits there for the rest of the year?" actual words you had spoken to a fellow human around 1981 so what did people do all day? i know! they must have sat around and talked to each other right? well not exactly there were movie theaters where people sat in the dark and were expected to be silent and 3 tv stations and radio and novels by agatha christie and mickey spillane and ian fleming and comic books! and long streets with tall buildings you could walk down forever so you see there were plenty of things to do if you didn't want to talk to other people or they didn't want to talk to you o poets and philosophers who lament the passing of the golden ages of love and friendship and cameraderie think back to the first human who built himself a house instead of sleeping in the tent or beside his horse like his fellows and even earlier to the first hominid who crawled into a warm hole in a cliff instead of sleeping with his mates in the tree and they looked at him and said why is he so alienated? doesn't he like us any more? |
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
the age of fable
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6 comments:
tim, you poem make me anguish, really. I do not understand why, when I talk about this stuff it is ok, but I guess art digs deeper, therefor feels deeper.
"We seek solace in the physical. We buy what we don't need, because it is supposed to make us feel good. We work harder to buy more, because it may make us feel better. Safer. In the process, we become alienated from our families."
and also
"paradoxically people are getting more connected and isolated at the same time, while using social networks
"
You can check my blog post for the rest.
Very good poem, and antropologic analysic of current society in less than 50 words.
Mariana is right (as usual). A poem is a swift carrier of complex messages that might defeat a thousand essayists.
Sad message, but true. Neat poem, T.
thanks,guys!
mariana -
this poem was in fact prompted by the discussions on your blog, on depression and social networking
timmy
this from dbpq fits here:
Somehow everything is connected to everything else and still each of us is discrete and unconnected to the rest of humanity. Concatenations and isolations. An atomized existence, but the atoms that represent fragmentation are what make up our solid flesh. We live in a Milky Way so large we cannot imagine it, and every star of it is an atom in the body of existence. Look deep enough into the structure of our bodies and there are vast spaces between the atoms that allow us to roll a pencil in the curved palms of our hands and the nothing that takes up whatever space isn't taken up by substance. A millionth is merely another way of looking at a million.
(he is in my links)
I will try to see it more thoroughtly (the post)
wow.. this is wonderful! loved the fable!!
there should have been some wrong traits in the real interacions among people in the society that they feel more comfortable in the virtual world...
i don't watch tv... i have a cell phone but again i rarely use it... i walk a lot... and i think and write a lot...
and i couldn't trust the internet and the virtual community for a long time... but now it's more than two years i'm blogging... and now i somehow know what's happening here... this virtual world has got a soul... a new consciousness is created... a new era perhaps in man's way of thinking... if we want to stop people being alienated from each other we should correct our real world interactions... this virtual world can help...
here we are more thoughts and mind... and this is man's true nature... but in real world, we are mostly body and physicality... that's why we escape it...
great work!
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