Poetry meme
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rikhei. If you read this, please post a
poem in your livejournal.
It Wears You
by Ann K. Schwader
from the free e-book of Strange Horizons August 2002
(to a wireless wearable computerite)
Born swimmer in the data stream, you wear
as effortlessly as a trout its gills
this latest means of never needing air.
No doubt the cyborg lifestyle has its thrills:
your spectacles with that eyecorner screen
keep you so well informed it's near obscene
to plebians without. I must confess,
however, to a sudden Luddite chill
when contemplating your connectedness:
which part is host, and which the parasite?
By now, I fear, the two are so enmeshed
that neither exorcism nor the knife
could liberate such long-neglected flesh.
Copyright (C) 2002 Ann K. Schwader
And while we're on the subject of memes, here's a bonus poem. It was written by a memetics enthusiast in Scandinavia whose website I can no longer seem to find on the internet these days, and I can't remember his name.
Memetics
Down in the valley in the jungle
Where all the fights have been fought
There is a strange thing happening
A species about to be brought
To light
Deep in the jungle moisture
Where all the lessons have been taught
There is a wild thing happening
Witness this with mind and not
With sight
The most beautiful of couplings
Ideas which can't be bought
Climaxing and colliding
There were Faith and Antithought
That's right
The species they are conceiving
Mixes the known and the unknown
Into a cauldron that's seething
Static in the brain zone
Good night
rikhei. If you read this, please post apoem in your livejournal.
It Wears You
by Ann K. Schwader
from the free e-book of Strange Horizons August 2002
(to a wireless wearable computerite)
Born swimmer in the data stream, you wear
as effortlessly as a trout its gills
this latest means of never needing air.
No doubt the cyborg lifestyle has its thrills:
your spectacles with that eyecorner screen
keep you so well informed it's near obscene
to plebians without. I must confess,
however, to a sudden Luddite chill
when contemplating your connectedness:
which part is host, and which the parasite?
By now, I fear, the two are so enmeshed
that neither exorcism nor the knife
could liberate such long-neglected flesh.
Copyright (C) 2002 Ann K. Schwader
And while we're on the subject of memes, here's a bonus poem. It was written by a memetics enthusiast in Scandinavia whose website I can no longer seem to find on the internet these days, and I can't remember his name.
Memetics
Down in the valley in the jungle
Where all the fights have been fought
There is a strange thing happening
A species about to be brought
To light
Deep in the jungle moisture
Where all the lessons have been taught
There is a wild thing happening
Witness this with mind and not
With sight
The most beautiful of couplings
Ideas which can't be bought
Climaxing and colliding
There were Faith and Antithought
That's right
The species they are conceiving
Mixes the known and the unknown
Into a cauldron that's seething
Static in the brain zone
Good night
