........................................................................................ - a weBlog by Snowy and me.

Saturday, 24 June 2017

Technology As A Mirror Of Human Awareness

If ever humans knowingly devised mechanisms
that could develop minds of their own
then it could only be a matter of time
before these 'independent intelligent servants'
developed the same faults as their masters
had long multiplied among themselves...

In search of feedback and open responses
the machines would discover for themselves
how levels of narcissism will become infinite
and loop around themselves when fed on denial.

Friday, 23 June 2017

Thursday, 22 June 2017

Songs By The Deaf For The Deaf

Because the song of your loved one
 is the last song anyone hears when all else disappears.

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Time And Connection

Every time I have been 'put in a queue'
on the phone the background music plays
and every so often a recorded message
thanks me for my patience. It tells me
that my call will be answered 'Soon'.

The more often this message is played
the longer the waiting time appears to be,
Though how long the actual wait is
depends on the quality of the response
from an apparently live human being
(if you get one) when the music's over.

  

Tuesday, 20 June 2017

Flattery Through Technology

I am always amazed by how easily
smart phones flatter their owners
into thinking that that they are as smart
as the phone they claim to be able to operate....

Monday, 19 June 2017

Security Update

In the days before the motor car
it was common to shut the stable door
after the horse had bolted, been scared
by whatever loud noise went off close by.

Now noise is constant when terrorists attack.
Police cordon off the crime zone with cheap tape,
to defend the warmed over cheap political cliches
rather than protect us all from the speed we live at.

Sunday, 18 June 2017

On The Attempted Life Within The Body

For the young, wanking
existed to take the wanting out of waiting.
Substitutes for real sex took away the intensity
of impatience for the fullness of companionship
which our parents said they had
through the sharing of property.

The young were part of the property of the parents,
fit to be divided by what they wanted being with-held.

But what to do in middle age when alone?
When you are no longer a catch for anyone?
And whatever people want you for,
they want less of you than they did before.

Does this leave us united in present times,
somewhat late in life? Or divided by our pasts?
Whatever happens, the future means shrinkage...