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A little screed against progress

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A little screed against progress

New car plays no CDs
camera has no download cord
it’s all Bluetooth and Wi-fi
and I’m feeling pushed toward

a world controlled by passwords
where music’s streamed, not owned
photos float on virtual clouds
and my attention’s honed:

delete the fake-bill email
ignore the mystery link
report the phishing trial
and with suspicion think

of all my cookie fragments
drifting through the air
as a trail of bread crumbs
for the thugs of ransom-ware,

increasingly uneasy
that someday I’ll be hacked…
The internet-less past
was safer—that’s a fact!

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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It’s not that I don’t like progress. The internet has brought many positive changes to my life which  would be very different if I suddenly found myself wi-fi-less.  However, in our rush to do everything online I sometimes get the uneasy feeling, especially on days when news of another mass hack circulates, that we’re all rushing toward a cliff.

PF-2This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Carol at Carol’s Corner.

 
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Posted by on June 17, 2016 in Light, Personal, Poetry Friday

 

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The Great Civilizations (NPM ’16-Day 15)

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“New parts for old–magic materials…” (Image: pixabay.com)

The Great Civilizations

New parts for old—magic materials
eyes and ears do dance steps on the stage.

Print spreads the word on horseback, the book
finding the way, measuring the world, making music.

Every room in the house—the bedroom, the bathroom
dining out on teaching and learning, the world of work.

In the kitchen preserving sweets and treats
body and mind, familiar fruits next to the skin.

On the water washday and cleaning chores
improvising on nature, using nature’s materials.

Instruments generating power, lighting
new and synthetic foods—marvels and wonders.

Making things from metal, practical chemicals.
The car is born on two wheels!

Bringing up baby, dressing up, dressing down
in pulses, nuts and oils, fine fabrics, essential fabrics.

Instant riches in playing fields, board games,
gadgets for the home—alternative treatments.

Water and waste in harmony, harvesting the water,
sending messages of Spring and Summer, Autumn and Winter.

In the beginning—signs and symbols. The computer
revolution making and mending ancient games.

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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The prompt was to write an index poem. This is a Table of Contents poem — a poem whose title and lines are cobbled together from lines in the table of contents of the book  The Origins of Everyday Things. Words in italics are my additions.

The final poem reminds me of surrealism in art. Found poems often strike me that way.

 
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Posted by on April 15, 2016 in Found

 

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