Sunday, February 28, 2010
All watched over by machines of loving grace
Hahah I have been posting quite a lot these days!
It's meant to be a form of stress relief, I guess, from stuff like PT and the likes. Or maybe I just feel like pouring everything out somewhere where I don't care if people see it or not. Like my random icon shaped pictures. Example on the right.
I don't care if people see this!
I don't care if they care!
I just feel like typing it out to ... something! Something that won't refute me! I'm tired of weird random answers whenever I try telling people about myself. Or something related. Or, say, music. Many people aren't interested/don't want to know. Which makes me feel like I'm talking to a piece of wood or something.
I just want to talk about something I'm interested in. And not, say, something that people are telling me about and I don't understand what they are talking about at all. Which is probably how they feel when I talk to them about music, so in order to not make both myself and whoever I'm talking to feel bad, I'm going to type it all on my blog. And I don't care if anyone's interested, I am, so it doesn't matter. It's not really meant for anyone in particular to see, really.
Sometimes I just want to say stuff out where people don't see it. Which is really restricting cos then I'll need to privatize my blog and I don't want to cos then it'll be evil of me ): Until then I'll just stop myself from doing that and write everything in my notebooks.
I don't want to care anymore.
Suddenly I think of random poems. By Richard Brautigan, no less.
Like,
Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4
1. Get enough food to eat,
and eat it.
2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet,
and sleep there.
3. Reduce intellectual activity and emotional noise
until you arrive at the silence of yourself,
and listen to it.
4.
Yeah, four is a blank.
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
It's such a beautiful poem. I mean, the imagery is really awesome. In a "cybernetic ecology", machines will be our guardians. Rather interesting, don't you think?
Also it uses images of both nature and technology! Which is really bizarre cos normally most clichés are about how they conflict. In fact, the speaker in this poem seems sort of eager for this to happen. It's a special viewpoint, no?
You know what? I don't care if you don't care.
I really don't. It doesn't matter anymore. I know you know who you are.
Stop putting me down cos it's really irritating. I can't stand it anymore.
Posted at 8:29 PM
