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It’s a terribly unwieldy medium this written stuff

 It’s a terribly unwieldy medium this written stuff

 

It’s a terribly unwieldy medium this written stuff

 

I’ve talked about it several times already on the dance parrot bandcamp site verbally but wanted it on record in ink (if virtual)

 

Enough

 

This:

 

Today,

When we meet strangers on the street

We are no longer meeting ‘people’

But avatars of algorithms

 

Designed by multinational tech companies

Decked out in fashion

Hair

& flesh & blood

 

The death of the social

As a theatre of human activity

 

People are advised to ‘compartmentalize’

The life coaches call it

What one of those Frankfurt School types

(Erich Fromm I believe)

Called the schizophrenia of modern man

Meaning schizoid

 

So where lies ‘the person’

Now?

 

On the street you’ll never pick the misogynist

The facist

The Communist

The racist

 

They’ll more likely

Outwardly conform

To normative retail exchanges

 

Maybe even a ‘please’ or thank you’

Or ‘sorry’ if they need to push past you

For a tub of yoghurt

 

The ‘real person’ saved for extra curricular activities

 

This latter

Apparently ‘the true self’

 

Like the hermeneutics of suspicion

Gown wings

 

Oh!

How I long to meet the person

Not

ON social media

 

With an underdeveloped

Internet ‘identity’

 

Someone who sees the ‘god’ in me

& I ‘god’ in she

 

 

Love Wisdom Overstanding

 

Riddim

Stippin

 

Tet

 

 

©Malachi Doyle 2023.

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