What a piece of work is a man?
Master of the
An education in complexity
An icy blast
Freezing winters meeting
bright autumn skies
Matter and fiery signs
star in an age of noise
Part of the series of collages and found poetry I created in my journal over the winter break, this poem was a testament to how, as humans, we are both the spectators, and the spectacles, of our modern existence, through social media sharing.
One of the most common occurrences of modern daily life is the constant bombardment we humans face, of facts, listicles, photographs, inspirational posts, and art, as we plow through mundane routines, expecting routine in all except for what we encounter on the roads, in our paths to get there.
As we rummage through our favorite procrastinating sites, ranging from Buzzfeed to Facebook to Twitter and Salon via Slate and the Onion and back to our readings on Proust or poetry, we find that while we ponder about what the world is becoming now that Mark Zuckerberg has bought Whatsapp, there is always something out there, waiting to grab our attention.
I can’t help but be reminded of the fact that even though we humans seem to have made “progress” as far as technological outbreaks, we are still quite a long way away from taking significant steps to address why it is that we kill, torture, rape, throttle, etc.
This poem was supposed to be an examination of the boundaries of bestiality and civilization, of progress and stagnancy.
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