chipped away,
left crumbled
under the pressure
of ones and zeros.
its residue
dissolved
in the whirl
in the heat
of harddrives
clicking
computing
what to break next.
a daily poetry blog (minus weekends) and a nice way to not be a procrastinator...
1 comments:
This poem reminds me a lot of the poem "Sharpener" that I wrote a while ago. You take it a step further in that you show how technology is slowly making the visceral functions of chalk, pencil, paper, etc. into obsolescence. There's a certain disconnect with using a computer.
For example, I was at the Getty today and they have a section of drafts of painters works. I thought that in the future that artists from the computer age won't have viewable drafts because it was probably deleted during the process of composition. Technology is eradicating art.
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