My first EP [if I were to be an editor] would honor your creativity and artistry! rAted!

Mr. M, your heart is as big as Texas, and I revere you for this, and for your perennial and constant kindness toward me and my poetic turns.

I just posted again regarding the ads - thanks for the inspiration!

A, did you see the synch below, with hotels,com over yr hotel piece? i love it...

my time on cyberspace is drawing to a close...i have kicked up enough trouble for one day....it seems like a new kind of world i...us...have created...anyway...


i'm liking these ads....they challenge my poetically challenged (but healing, thanks to you ) mind...

to get some kind of ...gestalt out of it all...anyway...

my mind's eye is starting to see these images, in a procession...then Sweet Reason takes over, and , defying
aristotelian logic ( a is a, a is NEVER a AND b) and drifting off into dialectical Hegelian Logic...(christ...ever tried his "encyclopedia of logic"? talk about everything being everything else...)

i interpret...the dialectic tells me:

latch onto any image....the moonbeams in the monitor...it is night....add another image...but it in the Kaleidescope & watch it flow...
the surgeon's breath and the steamy innards' efflux mingling...the computer is off, the porn is gone....daily doses of explicit pornooographic eye-violence feeding into the technician's soul...he doesn t feed his soul the good healthy stuff...


well...the systems are frozen....the applications are fragmented...it's not healthy for the Child, where it all quivers on his lip, affecting his very speech....a very stark medical world you present...sanitary in the physical sense but

polluted by pornof every stripe in the noospheric sense...

a mirror of blank...the eyes are the mirror of the soul....a world where dirty men do the most "clean" things...like harvest children's delicate innards to deep the meat factory going....

almost dinner time here!
jim

I tried to make sense of all of it to get an overall sense of what you are saying, but this stood out "this, I thought, is what happens when blankness equals a mirror". We cannot see ourselves for who we are anymore, perhaps this happens when we've become too self righteous, too preoccupied by the faults of others, that we cease to live ourselves. Let ye who is without sin cast the first stone.

I love this poem. I feel sad to post a comment under the oppresive ad, since your poem deserves so much more than I can say.
keep writing - I'll keep reading.

Thanks, AIM - but ALL is not lost - See James E. comment regarding synchronicity - A hotel ad above my Vertical Systems poem!

Newton - That comment will keep me musing for some time to come.


James E. - As always...Always! This poem also oddly incorporates "Object-Relations" theory (taken from the Psychological Universe) - Know it?