If I Only Had a Heart
FinsburyParkCarrots
Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
I would waste too many hours
conversing with those showers
of internetting farts
I'd write reams of dodgy poesy
singing "Oh me lone and woe -sy"
If I only had a heart
I would write of my verruca
and the joys of playing soccer
and the day I cut my chin
I'd be counting all my scratches
I'd be lighting all your matches
If I had a heart within
But IIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm a sarky whore
I'm sure you knew that long before
With a heart perhaps I'd fill your silly core:
Write what you like, and write some more
I would play the great messiah
But my name is just McGuire
so I'll write what's cold and real
and what's hot I'll give my lover
and we'll keep it undercover
And so keep my cool appeal.
conversing with those showers
of internetting farts
I'd write reams of dodgy poesy
singing "Oh me lone and woe -sy"
If I only had a heart
I would write of my verruca
and the joys of playing soccer
and the day I cut my chin
I'd be counting all my scratches
I'd be lighting all your matches
If I had a heart within
But IIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm a sarky whore
I'm sure you knew that long before
With a heart perhaps I'd fill your silly core:
Write what you like, and write some more
I would play the great messiah
But my name is just McGuire
so I'll write what's cold and real
and what's hot I'll give my lover
and we'll keep it undercover
And so keep my cool appeal.
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I'm left to write my varied poems....all for your whoriness....;)
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
And that would make me a whore.
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
spite coupled with extreme pride, is an under-rated emotion
quite
I remember what writing poetry was like before 126 people read what i'd done. It is, for many, just telling SOMEONE how their day went. Or how their life is. And glory be... someone's listening? It's drunkifying in our personal hells. Our isolations.
always a problem of mine, lol
sorry
Yes. I'm sure it serves a purpose.
September 1, 1939
By WH Auden
I sit in one of the dives
Of Fifty-Second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low, dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.
Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk,
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.
Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism's face
And the international wrong.
Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire&
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.
The windiest militant trash;
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.
From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow,
"I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,''
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the deaf,
Who can speak for the dumb?
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
Is it in Brave New World, or in 1984, where the government gets suspicious if people don't run both their radios and their TV's at the same time? Not that I believe the government has their shit together enough to actualize a social experiment of this magnitude... but, you know... if you feed and support isolation, you can pretty much guarantee folks will need beyond need to be a part of something. The government may not have initialized the experiment, but to be certain, there is much data to collect and interpret.
and... waxing in another direction, completely...
I hypothesize that the evolution of our species will primarily follow communicative paths. That is to say, our communicative ability will increase and therefore, our collective intelligence. I think this internet business is an important step along that way, because it transcends all that non-verbal stuff that can be so hard to read, and so easy to ignore most of the time. It's like a "line-in" to our brains ~ without any real social accountability. Which, overall, might not increase our empathy ~ but it is at least an expansion.
So yeah. Those are some greater purposes, imo.
what do you think?
my little flame
so much hope in such a small small thing
can't we just make a war for love?
beat it's necessity into all the bastards heads?
(kidding... kidding... lol. nice poem. glad to have read it)
Um, I think people need to get on the streets where whispers don't need peerguardian.
God, I hope not. I don't naturalise the evolution of technological culture as an exact science: more of a social psychopathology. That doesn't mean I'm not willingly complicit in this though. But as for the future? We'd all be solipsists virtually circle jerking to the strains of solitariness. Maybe I'm getting suspicious of the Internet these days. The revolution will not be televised, neither will it happen through ethernet cables.
You have to understand I'm a benign antagonist. I mean to press buttons but to a good end. I'm just getting responses and hopefully provoking good debate about art, society and expression. Thanks for replying.
Peer-guardian comes with our social packaging, and not as some additional softward to install that blankets everyone, regardless of heart or experience.
And you can get far closer to enlightenment when you get your head out of your own butt! Hard to do sitting at the PC... speaking for me, of course.
As for that other stuff? It's sci-fi. Any hope I might have for the human race is ruined by time and a body's limitation. I still need to read those articles you put up in that other thread about time-space... but fuggit... we're doomed.
ever watch star trek?
"I bid 40 quatlooms"...
nah...
god, i hope we don't lose our bodies. i've occasion to enjoy mine immensely, from time to time. what'd be the f'n point without that?
:eek:, indeed
i'd DIE without music
i'd also die if the only music i had was performed by miss morrisette, but jeeze... i'd friggin die...
thank god i've got an accoustic guitar
gotta get
ciaocito
I'm thinking that we often use the metaphor of an organism to describe the fluid, pulsing, evolving nature of the Internet. Do we forget that this is a figurative view of the Internet? Do we think that our real flesh and blood makes up the beast, when the beast is only a way of homogenising a set of much more random and chaotic interactions and activities? Have we as a technological society gone a bit bonkers in overestimating the powers of an online community?
http://www.myspace.com/brain_of_c
nor eat Walmart burgers neither
nor go shirtless in the rain
I would rise and dig my garden
and ignore my morning h___on
if I only had a brain