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This is where we are now and the audience participates     

We throw apples, oranges, bananas and pears. (Knives, sometimes, too)

We aren’t really starting fires; if we are, they aren’t real fires.

 

We villainize others, at times, but it’s usually in jest. Do you know those   

villains were really just country-folk and that our intentions then sour?

This is where we are now and the audience participates.

 

The way the flames start is through niceties and like-ings and

the things that empower our spirit like sparkings and spunk.

(we aren’t really starting fires; if we are, they aren’t real)

 

When we participate it’s a given-charity, like lamplight or sky.

The agency is good and the activity is fresh. Life moves. Be ready.

This is where we are and the audience packs their bags and hops on.

 

They can enter any car to any destination, screaming choo choo with the rest.

It is gingering and relieving and near-ambulatory to say what you mean,

how you mean it. These aren’t real fires; it’s just private campgrounds.

 

And sometimes others interfere. They want to join your pack;

they want to add to your ghost-story; throw shadows into the

campfire and put the fire out before dawn. This is where we are

now and you don’t want to be left out. Gather round, here.

                                                                                                            Now.

© Umansky 2012

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On a scale of 1- 10 where do you fall in your ways with the world:

                                   

                                    1 = a  [like]

                                    3 = a [follow] of a blog or tumblr

                                    5 =  an exchange of digits or emails

                                    10 = physical contact: a kiss, a hug (or more )

 

What side of the spectrum are you ? Are we really that hard to read?  I’m so sincere: it’s like I could just open up my vein and say, here, take.

 

All the messages I send are accurate: I don’t need the alliterations or jargon.

 

We are all just blood and guts;

[except the web.]

 

My heart runs around in its own operating system of attentiveness.

 

Love has become a cross-cultural signature. I sometimes opt for the as I only use “Love” when I mean it.  It’s complicated and we Xerox the hell out of our expressions.  I don’t want it to lose its signifying grace.

 

Watch me climb to the top of this social tower. I dig my feet into all the titillating rituals we have; I grab on with the meat of my hands and I push off.

 

                                                                                                                The reining-in is all mine,

so who cares about the social network.

 

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                                                 “Why aren’t they friending me?”

                                                “Women tweet more than men;”

                                                “Technology is killing intimacy”

                                                “The Internet breeds predators”

 

 

Yes, nothing comes from nothing, so realize that no thing is to blame. If you think this intimacy is false, then enjoy that chip on your shoulder; you can get “off the line” anytime you want

                        [step aside people; step aside]

 

            but I; I feel heightened.  I love what has become. 

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Once upon a time there was a light that wasn’t

an ordinary light, but a machine that brought

this all together in unimaginable ways

and brought units of meaning to everyone

through a set of code.  It carried people

from one place to another in a “non-space”

called The Internet. People developed their

sharps and dulls and delighted in the distance.

 

©Umansky 2012

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