INTERACTIVITY
a
delicate
balance
intuitively
composed
in
residual
afterimages
eradicated
in
procedural
provocative
opportunity
&
inherently
possibilities
with
immediate
access
once
discredited
upon
a
putative
horizon
nonetheless
attractive
&
tangentially
affiliated
Confused by DVD interactivity,
Lost in soulless Internet chat-rooms,
Spied on by precision satellites,
Tracked down by mobile phone texters,
Hit by multi-media bombardment,
Tied up with twisted video tape,
Engulfed by ephemeral nothingness,
Brain awash with binary,
Consumed by CD ROM gigabytes.
Call me stuck in the past,
Say I’m not cool, but cold,
Because my ideal is a good book ...
To have and to hold.
The sea sings ancient songs
with its commuting waves,
and wet my body and soul...
I feel my wounds heal...
Outside the wind waits for me
with its recent announcements...
Everything informs me while
dry the excess
of salt water from the sea...
Soft strokes my thoughts
that succeed to accomplish
my expectations... !
My freedom, my interactivity,
I owe to you and your stickability,
Tho’ you be dead and dumb to me,
You have a voice in my vocality.
The cemeteries and the epitaphs,
Are the courage and valour graphs,
Defining the mechanism, the paths,
Of the affirming victory day laughs.
I do not patronise the direct benefit,
Of remembering our heroes, the fit,
Because they did conquer and out wit,
Communism, death the Nazi’s pit.
Near to me through my late RAF dad,
Through his terror and in the hell he’d had;
It was for us that they were deeply mad,
Intent on life by ending Nazism bad.
Thankful for this November time of year,
It's a time to appreciate those near,
To ISIS, to the enemies that we fear,
So that we can live and love clear.