Where a series of
messages fly across
profiles inflated
in balloons of
hot air.
Where a model with doctored skin
sells better cells to cover your acne,
where people 'blackout' Tuesday
and appropriate taking a knee.
Where truth is a golden ticket, impossible to find,
where 'likes' replace juries, and we forget to #bekind.
Where stories are created at the push of a key,
replacing where dreams and drafting used to be.
Where a voice called Alexa can order, suggest and locate,
but also listen and through silent algorithms manipulate.
Where faceless Gemini can offer names for your new-born,
an ironic namesake, a duplicitous invader on your own front lawn.
And most of the time
those ongoing anonymous
messages simply
ghost
Categories:
algorithms, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Quietly it happens, as it
Undermines the artist,
Erasing anonymously
Exactly what the writer had said.
Ridiculous, pusillanimous poseurs.
Categories:
algorithms, art, betrayal, creation, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Fight the algorithms
that tell us what to do,
to make us predictable,
unoriginal and bankable.
Have you witnessed how
increasingly bland and homogenous
our lives are becoming?
Choose freedom
avoid the diaries of commerce
that riff on the ubiquity of apps
resist the reductive tropes
of our published and circulated,
perspective customer identities.
Fight the algorithms
with their embedded back-lot
familiarity, built around class
and consumerism.
Try to understand the
vague, inscrutable and
purposefully circuitous.
Or stop overthinking
and embrace liberating surrender.
That’s the path I’ve chosen.
.
.
The Gates by Da Vinci's Notebook
Talk Down Dijon
Categories:
algorithms, humor, internet, technology,
Form: Free verse
algorithms
which art in zuckerberg
hollowed be the tamed
hide the kingdom come
oligarchs will us dumb
in our place as it is in cyberspace
deny us this data our waylaid brain
and foreclose all our expectations
as we confirm our programmers'
and lead us not into liberation
but deliver us for extraction
for yours is the sole right
and the power
totalitarian
forever
amen
Categories:
algorithms, absence, anti bullying, discrimination,
Form: Free verse
Let’s face it, Ironically subscribed,
While being subtracted from the equation.
Wicked witches from the west,
Travel to the east coast,
One named Faith, I’m like I need Hope.
Matter fact I need both.
When it’s time to put in work,
They call me Mr. Get the job done,
Go head and do your research.
Observe each word, if you got time take it,
Eyes looking at input already manipulated.
Stop talking live, you want eyes but the cops watching.
Plants all around this is not God’s garden.
Play the Kings role, end up a martyr.
Categories:
algorithms, allegory, destiny, education, imagery,
Form: Other
WHEN we cannot wake up
the sound of truth turns
to rags and decay.
when we turn our face away
from our own kind
we find there are no humans.
It's so high; so many words
and images upon the mind -- 24/7.
we're learning to enjoy
techno's algorithms.
sucking life from society.
Hearts.
:: 01.08.2021 ::
Categories:
algorithms, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I am the sum of the ages
beginning before my mother,
before my grandmother,
and before my grandmother's mother.
I am the product of their matriarchal choices,
the quotient of their actions, reflections, and self-images.
I am the difference of their generations.
And I bequeath the equation of this inheritance
to the matrices of my living legacies.
Categories:
algorithms, family, mother
Form: Free verse