Sep 2012
Echoing inside
empty buildings bolted with
fall-ed trees, hollowed stones, were reverberating
hand pats. Clapping will go
on.
Mourning cries,
tears won’t echo as well; rather, staring
hand, clasping
shriveled hand
shaking and bouncing
off wooden panels,
fake storefronts.
Acts
incited
feigned appreciation;
palms crashing, esophagi grumbling,
bodies jostling
for view.
As a species, we watched our own performance.
There, bursts from imagined forces
generated sounds, echoing
an otherwise empty darkness--
a yet empty darkness--
through purview.
Voices and people:
gone.
Objects, unacknowledged.
Thoughts, acted on.
Contained by walls
illuminating anything there was
with echoes from voices
and fingers, flapping on impact,
hitting corridor materials.
Below trap doors, no surprises are
waiting.
Everything that could have been said
is permeating,
blissful
nothingness.
empty buildings bolted with
fall-ed trees, hollowed stones, were reverberating
hand pats. Clapping will go
on.
Mourning cries,
tears won’t echo as well; rather, staring
hand, clasping
shriveled hand
shaking and bouncing
off wooden panels,
fake storefronts.
Acts
incited
feigned appreciation;
palms crashing, esophagi grumbling,
bodies jostling
for view.
As a species, we watched our own performance.
There, bursts from imagined forces
generated sounds, echoing
an otherwise empty darkness--
a yet empty darkness--
through purview.
Voices and people:
gone.
Objects, unacknowledged.
Thoughts, acted on.
Contained by walls
illuminating anything there was
with echoes from voices
and fingers, flapping on impact,
hitting corridor materials.
Below trap doors, no surprises are
waiting.
Everything that could have been said
is permeating,
blissful
nothingness.
MMXII
TED is an echo-chamber of self-congratulating neo-liberal (in the conventional, non-American sense of the term) elites.
I am juxtaposing this description with Adorno's "Jargon of Authenticity" in saying that their words are meaningless because they have a pre-arranged, synthetic value.
Oh, and, by the way, all of language is convention, so it's all jargon and it's all meaningless and poetry is kind of silly and that's just how I feel today living in the 21st century.
The end.
TED is an echo-chamber of self-congratulating neo-liberal (in the conventional, non-American sense of the term) elites.
I am juxtaposing this description with Adorno's "Jargon of Authenticity" in saying that their words are meaningless because they have a pre-arranged, synthetic value.
Oh, and, by the way, all of language is convention, so it's all jargon and it's all meaningless and poetry is kind of silly and that's just how I feel today living in the 21st century.
The end.
