Specialism, electro mechanical circuits,
moving parts yet move, you see, but when we read we bring our senses
inside
privacy can become a public mind, if one is connected, in a giving way,
taking thought,
as the original medium we found message in,
thought takes form
in words,
words take form in things. Right. Check.
Blake feared the objective world was being walled in,
and all the people screamed, amen.
Again
Build the wall, from icons demoted to mites of no more
weight than a tinker's think,
phe-nomenal noment-ation, if we may
Hot and cool both bubbled up as burps, perhaps from the babes
booming through the lies told before the great war.
No future? You allow that thought in your culture?
And shame and blame?
No wonder you choose to lie.
Bear with me a while, share my load, it's light.
There is a hopeful object,
we can go easy into that good night,
the world is round.
Free from Ra and Isis and all, in one fell sweep of the besom.
Broom, besom, means broom, but the effect of an e,
e-lectrix
you give us the fire we'll give em hell a game ad in the middle of the massage
Call of duty, black ops.
they
You use you eyes to see, it's a with-spiracy,
a hair of the dog that bit you. Eh?
live in bonanza land, 1965.
and so it goes, Dresden, every minute of every day
the walls of your home are coming down,
unless you were born with a cell phone in your father's pocket.
Privacy is calling for walls from the fenced in time after Bonanza.
Ah, too late, ours is an all new world of all at onceness, a global village, happening simultaneous.
extreme with everybody else's business, huge in
volvement in every body's business
we know too much to be strangers
walls fall down, not go up,
the wallbuilding never workded, did it Grandpa?
Nineteenth century student could believe
the factory system
would use the knowledge, hard-won
from books and chalkboards,
to keep him outa the mine.
Now, the information age,
are we the leisure class? Ever learning,
never knowing everything,
but knowing walls and wars do not perform as advertised.
The safety car, that was one with seat belts, 1965.
Our body percept, it changes,
this image of which you are un
aware.
The disconnected minded man, alienated
artist living edgewise to
cattywompus.
My life is my art, eh, not the other way.
Global village information age McLuhan named these things
from Canada.
More expert than my teacher,
Pop art is not a pun, it was a bubble,
that's a fact. The-joke-with-no-story-line-conundrums,
elephant jokes, blonde jokes
Those tests, Turing would approve,
any old A.I. can play chess,
just remember every response to every move ever made in any game in the system,
like the amygdala, your lizard thought-speed brain,
at the top of your spine.
But humans can make funny seem.
Humor comes from a world of un happiness and gripes,
Jose Jimenez was the example they made. Racist, right?
The guy was a jew.
William Szathmary, Googled it.
From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Dana>
Communicating with the logo-label-designer you wear,
messaging the world what? Exactly,
any un thought thought goes unsaid,
but T-shirts and body art, henna's the best,
those send a message with no thought whatsoever.
Same as Redcoats in bearskin hats, what's being said,
same as the judge with a wig?
What is the role?
Why the ongoing act?
It must have changed into that wigged judge from something.
Theater of everywhere, accept allatonce, or die asking y not.
Inward directed seeking
deep meaning
a role that changes
some outside
the future of the future started, a while back. not too far.
No inevitability.
An act of high poetry
envisioning,
the future was friendly
metaphysical value, brilliant, incomprehensible
a man, a thinker,
storytellers the experts say,
need some mud behind 'em. and some snow.
a mother never satisfied with her life,
brittley self confident,
the whole approach to knowing is old.
Diogenes's search for a good poem, with
shifting levels of imagery,
never shall you know,
they work
the way a word works,
the effect.
effect. fect from Latin facere,
sistere mechanically deus
The oracle of the information age
Ah,whatvoiceisheardaroundtheworld,
oh,mine.2018 Mr. McLuhan,
you'd likely lighten up a little.
Toejammspredder was mcluhan I heard on the grapevine.
Hey, mom, I'm on TV.
Up to doctrine, then destination syndrome a hopebubble
He had brain surgery and returned to Catholicism, a safe place.
But he left his vision to television's offspring.
That's about all I know of his work.
Some things shape us for our future, if we allow the time and let patience have her perfect work.
