Imagine us all copper-headed and in a grid of the present interactions of the day.
The technological word is reverberating.
There wouldn’t be altercations or inter-textualizations, just pure derailment from the day. (it isn’t all derailments – technology chugs us into the world)
Climb the social ladder of being electronic. Stop putzing and futzing around on there and we can eagerly elevate ourselves to a national symbol of Present as in:
“I am present in this inter-space.”
Sexism still exists – check the internets. Culture wars; gender wars; there are still cliques – electronic greasers; electronic socs.
(watch out Ponyboy –– technology advances)
Children are learning how to talk electronically through trial and error or CTRL + V. They cut and paste their ways into the world. They are making themselves modern with every clickity-click.
Modern is as Modern does.
It is electric-education. The edification of our electronic nuances. The industrialization of technological-talk. All to be alpha-smart. The head honcho. The big brother himself.
We are walking blocks of HTML. We follow and we like; we tag and we comment. We upload and overload ourselves with feeds. We are socially overanalyzing the visual.
It is redefining us. As we say, “this is my experience in this world.” It is a wonderland; or wondershop (some might say the “wrong shop”), but we are producing new communications. New connections. New mementos. New trades and trails. New footprints.
Don’t you want to get a bite (or bit?)
My feelings might change, but my history; my history is permanent.
This, too, is permanent.
©Umansky 2011
blog of poet, leah umansky 
wow! love “just pure derailment from the world.”