So this is Friday Night at 8. And as our digital dictator would say “Here I Am!”
Wrote a poem and recorded it at Gabcast as well. This one is also untitled.
Here’s the poem:
of course there’s
a big search for
a new language
for new times
maybe a kind of
esperanto of the soula word appears
here and there
but it is immediately
devoured in
pacmans of
orgiastic
marketrygibsonian wetware
epiphanies
as we merge
with our
great
machinescaravans of
digital wagons
carrying
strange new loads!Avatars exploding
in infinite number
while wizards
laugh
over their
strange new
dominions.
And below is the gabcast thingy to click.
Gabcast! Auld Manhattoe #7
Hope that link works. It’s episode #7.
Happy Friday, docudharmaniacs!
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Thanks for poem and audio. Also docuDHARMA.
vein-like fissures crackling neural crystals
pathways full of juice
retinas sparking light
fires being lit
ideas thundering, pulsing,
hissing down pathways
life’s elements
all small explosions
caught in soft receiving blankets
I’ll always love you for that. 🙂
poetry is so subjective.
Like the animal picture.
Keep trying to reach us.
I really liked it, I’ll have to go back and listen through the older ones. The intro and extended ending were perfect. The audio format on the internet talking about old radio shows really compliments the poem I think. If that made sense :p
So great hearing you read it, a whole different experience. More Gabcasts, please!!
It was kinda’ quirky — I like it!!
The injection of a semi-chanted “Docudharma” put it over the top!!
Kudos!
“DocuDHARMA!” thank you, thank you, thank you. deep bow perfect voice!