The machines are silent for the moment;
but their chips could be plotting in the dark,
communicating bluetooth to firewire to
AI central, somwhere out there where we
cannot see or hear: above, beyond comprehension
beneath awareness, inside alien algorithms of
our own invention . . . .
I cannot dream; I can only wait and wonder —
it is the silence broken by a solitary click:
that stops my breath.
The gleaming blue light in the dark room
cogitation scheming formulation action
We bought them on warranty on time
But time has gone: there is no warranty;
we are on our own.
Again a click
or was it a tick?
I roll over.
The covers are damp.
first stanza seemed like densely layered with crazy possibilities, or realities.. i like it, very solid
that spoken allegory you have was beautiful.. it really put into scope how experienced you really are. i loved the lawn chairs and the part before it, i loved it all. very glad to have listened to this.
Drew: I am still trying to to find time to give your work the consideration it deserves.
Just last evening attended monthly meeting of a local writers’ group I had not been aware of, introduced to me by a local writer who commented in platinum river: fifteen very interesting people from all walks of life, all levels of experience, from long-time professional journalists and technical writers who want finally to write for fun, to first-time people with stories to tell, to published writers with drafts that need opinions. What a bonanza! Everyone either read something or told us his or her background.
About the podcast: glad you liked it. It is a really fun experiment; Odeo makes it easy, even though the instructions are not clear, and require a fair amount of experimentation to get through. It is in the end quite satisfying. I am going to add another bunch of poems gradually as I have time.