Monday, December 26, 2016
Stalking Rest
I chose an aerial view of a flanking
neighborhood, mostly because of
the Suicide’s Cottage in its little cove.
Hallmark card with a twist. Anyway,
a local legend.
Fine, except she continuously walked
into the water, white flowing nightgown,
billows.
Through my programs at times.
To purge this ghost, I changed to snow and
solid New England spires.
There, she stepped through drifts white as
her nightgown. Absurd.
No use, then, regardless of wallpaper.
Finally, though, still tried sombre abstraction.
Yet, In front of pillows of rusts and browns
she wades in and whitely breasts the first
black wave consisting of felt bolsters.
Turn off computer, go for a walk…to get there.
The cutting wind sweeps away the last remnants
of storm-smell.
Stride into the woods to discover ample brush .
To fashion a wreath.
Place it on the rise and fall of black-gray Lampey’s Cove.
Say nothing, just watch, and can’t feel my fingers.
Much noise re-entering house, since the computer has turned itself on to Western brilliance.
Dashing rivers, red rocks, and cottonwoods.
Some fluff actually blows round the den.
Square dance calls and whoops! I tap the
speaker icon to mute the horrible distortion.
Labels: computer, computer ghosts, ghost, suicide, wallpaper
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Checking Up
-Whoa! I'm not Bucksey!
-Of course not! Fellow with same last name
as yours insists we call him that. But, don't
worry, because it's your voluminous medical
file I have before me.
-No nicknames in my family. Ever! The children
addressed by first and middle always. With,
naturally, Father, Father, and Mother, Mother!
-Did you get a sense of structure, order?
-Might have if it wasn't daily chaos.
-Well, everybody tried.
-No semblance of order until Father died.
Then my mother married another woman.
-How did that make you feel?
-That's the psychiatrist's question!
-We borrow liberally.
-Why isn’t this stuff digital?
-We tried, but were immediately sued.
-Epidemic around here.
Labels: computer, doctor, gay marriage, Law, litigious, medical, medical records
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Art in the Modern World...
or something
-I’m Literature here!
Thus proclaims Clance.
-Well you better figure out what the fuck you’re doing?
All mixed up with bits and megs, and wondering where
to pander--if just TV.
-A confusing time, of course, but read my poems.
-Why?
-Cuz you can’t stop asking what is it,
instead of just making a visit.
-We ain’t got time!
Labels: art, artist, computer, Literature, poet, poetry, TV
Thursday, April 02, 2015
Fruitful Dialog
-We have become massively precise. I can tell you
when Eskimos shit, thus when not to send our
commercials though the frozen ether.
-Of course! Since a Cray spins at HQ. Plus each minion
possesses desktop, laptop, tablet, smartphone...on and on!
-The result being? By your cynical lights?
-We have become massively INCOMPETENT!
-You exaggerate.
-It’s an Art Form presently!
-Avant Garde or highly ritualized?
-Yes.
Labels: art form, computer, Cray, efficiency, laptop, smartphone, tablet, TV
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Losing Bits
Knowing Our Time
“Are you sure you want Glomohs and not Wixters?”
“Yeah, what the fuck!” So Rip had ticked Glomohs.
Everybody went nuts on his Board after!
“We can’t get on! It’s jump though hoop after hoop! Did you change anything?”
“No.”
“Come on! You bastard!”
So he confessed, and had to change it back, not ever knowing what the terms meant.
In a year, he knew what nothing meant.
“I been trained,” he joked.
Labels: computer, computer games, confusion, Discussion Board, losing memory, lost definition, mixed-up time
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Asking a Machine
Two Friends and a Computer
“The mistake people make is not using the model
for personal matters. You can feed into it for
business stuff and it's infallible. I'd like to think
it's the same for...”
“Well, let me try it. I just really met Jeanne, and her
birthday’s at the end of the week. Should I get
her anything?”
The program asks for more information about
both of them. He, of course, can’t supply
much about her. ‘Funny’ and ‘Wry’ seem to
set up cautions.
“Get her nothing,” concludes the machine.
But he forgot to say what he had been
considering, and does so now.
“Been looking at this ceramic thing, coffee mug
with a mermaid for handle?”
“Nothing.”
“But this program rules out anything that's
wifty and funny and light and spontaneous!”
he complains.
“For the very good reason that those things
can turn into pain!” friend reminds.
“Well, I'll take my chances.”
“1 in 7!” stresses the computer.
“Glad to know that. Better than most.”
Labels: artificial intelligence, computer, flirtation, gift, Romance
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Cyber-Liars’ Hall of Fame
“Just plug the device in
and the computer will rec-
ognize it. You’ll be required
to do nothing else.”
“Just plug the device in
and the computer will rec-
ognize it. You’ll be required
to do nothing else.”
Labels: computer
