Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
At the beginning of C-Moon, after
some McCartney-clowning, a woman,
presumably Linda, half-laughs easily
at the 5-second mark. This I played
for a girl half my life ago, at sundown,
in the apartment I shared. She heard
what I heard in that laugh, and that was fire,
friends, that felt smokeless, a shaft of light
leading a multitude through the wastes.
You exhort your people for years on end,
you codify the words that come to you
in a finger of smoke smoting stone
at the peaks of mountains, and you die
for a mysterious infraction.
Water from a stone evaporates, joins
its brethren in the wreath around the world,
is breathed in, keeping sky blue, rotting
a body even while giving it life to shake
that tambourine. Linda couldn’t sing,
was the common story, and I, too, laughed
cruelly at the tape going round. But the girl
in the apartment could. She was the promised land
glimpsed in sound slipping away, or dead:
The laugh’s gone as it’s being registered,
cannot here be fixed. Macca loved his wife
to the end, the blessed sentimentalist. There:
There’s a figure walking by the window
doesn’t know me, doesn’t know I’m here.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
No one imagines that we’d wind up with a world that looks like this on the basis of the technology that’s emerged in the last hundred years. Emergent technology is the most powerful single driver of change in the world, and it has been forever. Technology trumps politics. Technology trumps religion. It just does. And that’s why we are where we are now. It seems so self-evident to me that I can never go to that Technology: threat or menace? position. Okay, well, if we don’t do this, what are we going to do? This is not only what we do, it’s literally who we are as a species. We’ve become something other than what our ancestors were.
I’m sitting here at age 52 with almost all of my own teeth. That didn’t used to happen. I’m a cyborg. I’m immune to any number of lethal diseases by virtue of technology. I’m sitting on top of this enormous pyramid of technology that starts with flint hand-axes and finds me in a hotel in Austin, Texas, talking to someone thousands of miles away on a telephone and that’s just what we do. At this point, we don’t have the option of not being technological creatures.