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we’ll be parasocial (enjoy one-sided emotional relationships).
practice ineffective communication
swim the algorithmic swamp
speak insurance language
soak in social exhaustion
trigger and be triggered
relish anti-affordability
do the bare minimum
embrace a conspiracy
manage our topics
accrue aura points
enjoy resenteeism
take the rage-bait
overuse backlash
seem authentic
explore AI sex
digitally clash
be bias blind
scroll away
rage-farm
deepfake
Job hugg
glow up
buy gas
ick date
go viral
resist
drip
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Songs for this:
NOT CUTE ANYMORE by ILLIT
Who Knows by Daniel Caesar
I was gratefully listening
to a theologian musician
repeat a rabbinic tradition
of four levels of resonant soul:
individual (egosystemic),
communal (local),
social (cultural, national identity)
global (Earth,ecosystemic).
A mature musician,
like a wise theologian,
sees these four soul identities
as circular
double-binding octaves,
mutually informing up
and down,
in
and out.
As EarthMother's original staging womb
organically recreates
using the fractal language of DNA inscription,
prediction,
predication,
to recreate yet another individual soul,
as BrahmanEarth outside soul
is to AtmanEgo inside spirit
of dynamic resonance,
preferring regeneration as positive
as more power-indwelling
than degeneration as negative.
So, it was jarring
when this musical theologian
referred to human bodies
as machines,
rather than organisms.
Machines seem to be left-brain dominant
power reductions
as compared with
Left with Right-balancing organisms.
For robotic machines,
punishing or rewarding communities,
leviathan bureaucratic
autocratic societies,
lifeless planetary spheres,
power is either on or off,
energy is positive or negative.
For living organisms,
individual through holonically Earth-wombed,
power is both regenerative
and degenerative,
positive and negative;
Not digitally governed by our either/or switch
but analogically healed, developed
and wounded, decomposing
with both/and holistic interdependent consciousness.
Human nature
sounds like a robotic analogy
and hopelessly predictable,
dully rational
as a LeftBrain dominant machine.
Humane nature/spirits
feel organically metaphoric
polyphonic
polypathically rounded
theo/eco-logical music composed
and decomposed,
marvelously trans-rational
as left with right hemispheric balance,
rhythm, communal
pitch, cultural
resonance, EarthWomb global
Soul,
ZeroZone regenerative
more powerful than degenerative,
Yet organic cycles
and recycles,
purpose
and repurposes of life
decomposing death
require both
to recreate
recompose
recologize
recognize
theologize
musical soul
as powerful
resonant
both-thought/and-felt structure.
But, when we started singing together
I knew
for sure
he, as we,
feels more and better
as metaphoric musicians
than analogical machines.
The future
In Japan, an island where old people live
there is a push for euthanasia
after a good meal
watching spring flowers on a screen and resting
on a bed of scented roses.
To qualify, one has to be 75.
Contrast this with Harrison Ford, who at eighty
plays a hero fighting the Nazis.
Ok, close-ups are digitally advanced till he looks
35-five, smooth and wrinkle-free.
I remember a Beetle song: will you love me
When I’m 65?
To think Paul, of the Beetles, is over eighty.
My advice is: don’t go West, young man, go
East and seek your fortune.
Alas, doomed to live till I die, reflecting that
I’m eighty-five and have a newspaper round to
Pay for the medicine keeping me alive.
We live in a pluralistic world and society,
Where there's many diverse groups:
Different communities and religions -
About that you can't go through any hoops.
The web should enable all to function,
Free, empower and give identity;
Speech and spoken language are not certified,
So why restrain those who kindle controversy?
A healthy web promotes the blogosphere,
Says that social networking is a right,
That your email address is your privilege,
And that google has ethical height.
But some countries ban them all,
For fear of opinions, taunts and passions;
Governments prohibit gabbers and critics,
And large companies drive at their own visions.
However, freedom of speech and expression,
Stay golden even when trivialised or put down,
And are enabled by privacy, by no observation,
Whether there’s pleasure, distress or frown.
Every belief should be upheld:
Religious, atheist, humanist or crank;
And this premise should be written,
Such that arguments will not mark.
The first Magna Carta liberated,
The individual in society,
So a second Magna Carta is needed,
To free the user digitally.
The web should be cheap for all to use,
And user data should be private strictly;
An open infrastructure should be decentralised,
By having foreign servers for every country.
Whistleblowers keep abuse levels low,
And ethical hackers hold governments to account;
GCHQ should not be above the law,
To tap the publics digital footprints, shouts.
We need to discuss a new Magna Carta,
For the internet, with certain net neutrality,
To keep high quality content affordable,
And state internet law for all in unanimity.
Glad iPad so capable that you just can’t dismiss it,
And it’s your best buddy as it’s always near, around;
Thin lightweight, you have the power of a sys, the kit,
As it can do anything which a computer does hound.
You can buy and download apps to place them too,
On any desktop: third, fourth, fifth or even the sixth,
But you need to remember to move your long queue,
Of iBooks onto your iCloud to make space xenolith.
It’s beautiful to look at as it’s pleasing to the eye,
Full 9.7” display with 2048x1536 resolution clarity,
Which is 3.1 million pixels or 3145728 dots to cry,
Out your every screen call and your vids in lucidity.
6.1mm thin and you can fill at ease a 64 bit memory,
It’s dynamic graphics provide A8X chip performance,
An M8 motion coprocessor for your gaming allegory,
And you can sit on it for 10 hours, no charger glance.
The first desktop, the opening screen gives a space,
Of so many different apps for your fine enjoyment:
Photos, the iBooks, mags, Notes and the clock face,
Calendar, Maps, Games, and the Settings cement.
And lets not forget about the necessities at the base,
Email, Safari and iTunes to give instant access, grab,
And the App Store as well - blue - does deftly encase,
Infinite games, word processors and sports apps fab.
Passcode mandatory, nobody invited or to be let in,
Your close relationships can’t render you violated,
Because your private messages are your own bin,
And your own elevation is by your pith proliferated.
And now the Pro Pencil for budding artists, painters,
Who want to digitally sketch, draft or paint portrait:
You can rest your hand on the screen without errors,
And it draws lines, if you pressure, of any weight.
This world of ours will it survive?
one thousand years more
it takes a real visionary mind for this
looking for correct key to open the door
Consider life way back in 1000ad
how much has changed in that time
so how will it be affected by 3000ad?
maybe man won't work not for a dime
Robots could be doing all that's manual
money may not exist just pay by code
computers be so tiny just a little chip
transport be digitally controlled on the road
The speed of sound take us on holiday
wherever our destination may be
to the moon or whatever planet
nothing to stop anything to see
But there again the world may end
long before that time would come
Jesus may return to reign as king
all then must bow before Him numb
(Just some thoughts on what the world may be like by 3018.)
I find myself currently rented out
by the mystery
Of a a so called smart watch
Digitally imposed hand's rocking
around it's clock
Strapped around a fair maiden's
dainty wrist
Which simultaneously both performs the
functionality of a phone and cardiac
monitor as well
Be still my beating heart as my soul mate is on the other line with the specific intention of inviting me to dine
And I need not worry about where that place be or is
Because all I need to do in order to find said destination is to follow the simple directions being transmitted on my wrist
And as long as our satellite connection isn't interupted unexpectedly
For that would surely throw a spanner into the works
And Hannibal's wearying elephant's under roof
May then not be able to solve this most puzzling of mysteries
Of what in perticular ingredients one did use to bake this fine here splendid cake
And further more are you willing to explain your secret recipe to me
I promise I will never tell or share it with another living soul
My only want and wish tis to try and emulate what you alone seem capable of doing
And if I should fall I will have to live with it
But at least I can I will be able to know at least I had and gave it a go
Question is it better to know
Than endlessly ponder the ifs and buts
That never seem to go away and haunt you till the day you die
In the process never allowing you a single moments peace
Wordsmith's Veneration...
Aye willy nilly understate (trying 2)
tantalize, hypnotize, galvanize...
with "FAKE" trumpeting
spellbinding, rambling, quivering...
intoxicating, hallucinating, gyrating,
stop to take a breather...
English Language vocabulary, a
fascination, intoxication, provocation...
upon me ocular, neurological, mental...
faculties of this nattering nabob
from outer limits of twilight zone
i.e. literary krazy Jewish jabberwocky
issuing haphazard global toll till
fallout exacting deserved damn
cratering nascent (inchoate) career
digitally/electronically bi:
ne'er re: carpet bombing
away upon modus operandi, sans
sesquipedalian shrapnel strafes wrought
realization literary scaffolding
complex edifice thought
out in mind of yours truly,
not popularly sought
opportunity to experience
rush of excitement,
asper choice winner equals naught
inexorable effort to cobble innovative
linkedin words disappointment fraught
submissions witness polite declinations
attesting, lamenting, regarding poetic
expansive glommed language, unlikely
success tubby brought
adulation, commendation, enunciation...
fades into afterthought.
Ablest adept adroit aficionado
applauded aspiring authors accorded
absolute badge because
brevity brews brilliant burnished
bravado bubbling budding bulwark
captivatingly collates, communicates,
constitutes conveys avast literary
Grand Canyon chiseled, sans scribe's
Colorado devoid, asper driven desperado
contrariwise, through prevalent
persistent pinterest proclivity,
plus plethora pronounced propensity
resoundingly regaling readers
re: raffish ridiculous rumination
renders endeavor incommunicado
diligent doggedness ironically -
dampens dueling dynamic dud
dutifully dramatically diminishing
divine dream deemed darling
distinguished doodling I sip
prose poe hit tick drafter
equally or exceeding
prospects envisioning El Dorado,
thus this Neanderthal sites his lumbering
lugubrious trademark, an
immediate attribute sensing
missive heading directly
to Davy Jones locker
dead reckoning deep virtual
waters of cyber sea!
I turn off damn ringer,
nonetheless...
telephone still buzzes
twenty four seven
eight days a week
automated telephone calls
digitally recorded message
perfectly spoken English
differentiation to distinguish
"FAKE" simulation
all bot impossible
totally immune to escape
gagging hospitable invective
electronic jawboning immunized
against antipathy, cruelty, enemy,
hostility, insecurity, pleasantry
Yukon run to tallest mountain
dive into Mariana Trench
get catapulted into
outer limits of twilight zone,
yet NEVER be free and clear
getting wirelessly zapped
with visual ad audiological
offal dregs and spam
oh... , yes even after life,
while weightlessly
pinwheeling in limbo,
particularly during eternal sleep,
when dead souls repose
six feet deep
or corpse undergoes cremation...
yepper, infiltration into atomic core
blithely battered, jimmied,
cherry lee pitted, tweaked,
worse fate than return of Zombies
electrical essential existential
incorporeal surreal auditory ordeal
spurs indiscriminate human
to relish golden silence
spawning best selling novel
to flesh out fiction
Utopian treasured island story
winning unknown author
instant acclaim and glory
describing village people
livingsocial, free and clear
without annoyingly,
egregiously, infuriatingly,
maddeningly, quaveringly
vexing, nauseating, disrupting
blitzkrieg courtesy aggravating
trumpeting autonomous programs
hijacking brainstorming concentration
thwarting aim tug get back on target
(even when carrying on camping)
sundering coalescence
regarding colonizing black screen
aborted doomed genesis
of brilliant fleeting idea,
thus one smart
generic garden variety
longfellow forced to
grovel along boulevard
of broken dreams.
Any resemblance between above
hyperbole and living persons
purely coincidental!
PUBLICATION
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Our
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bonded
together,
though ever apart
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