Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Chalk

this rock
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.

1 comments:

Brent Vogelman said...

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.