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They say in 100 years, the little things won't matter
so don't worry about your bank account
or the car you drive, or if your house is messy...
The only thing that will matter is how much time
you spent looking good, because photographs
are forever, especially in this cyber age.
History rewards the narcissists who make themselves
So, build a pyramid
or a weird-shaped house,
take spectacular photo's
with or without clothes,
and write something important
to keep your name
on the lips of generations to come
because the secret of immortality
is simply to be remembered.
| I would have to disagree with bruce (the first bit), and I do think it boils down to a question of perspective. To me, the trite tripe to which you refer is just the unoriginal usage of a quite magnificent kind of technology. I don't think it was much different in the medieval period: throw a big party, show off your fancy wares, and your most exotic clothes. And yet nobody really lived with dignity, being literal slaves to the king, dying for causes everyone else insisted on but nobody really benefited from. I shudder to think of a single face that belonged to a peasant back then, muddied from difficult labour, likely killed in the streets on a whim, face down in the week's sewage.|
I do think things have gotten better, vis-a-vis dignified living and such, but we've still a lot of work to do. And I think technology is this great tool which forces this inescapable kind of introspection. We are getting to know ourselves like never before -- and yes, latent in our deepest beings, is not necessarily the prettiest of things. We are vain, ephemeral (fickle), and wasteful like none other. Hopefully we'll learn our lesson and move on, or be faced with the consequences.
In any case, I'd suggest you review the poem. There are a few typos. That aside, I think the "voice" or "tone" of the poem is a bit unfocused, or rather unclear. I can't tell if you're trying to approach me matter-of-factly, or sarcastically. Like the contrast in the first strophe might need to be stressed a bit more (What's the real difference between your bank account and your good looks? Don't the two kind of go hand in hand).
Sorry about the rant. I get distracted at such a late hour.
|| Posted on 2017-04-11 00:00:00 | by Outlaw | [ Reply to This ] || The thought of such fruitless and shallow social contiguity. I like to think the futurity fatidic I purvey has more depth and human realism. I hope that this is not truly what you expect because villains are remembered better than most.|
|| Posted on 2017-03-26 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] |