Drawing a Diagram (for v2.0)
I want to draw you a diagram, soon to be historical
document, with teaching strands emerging from
viscid entanglements of our, failed prototype v1.0’s,
reign. Toxic dew condenses, has us trapped in
compulsively terminal decisions with 10,000 things.
Holy Coder’s beta testing of v1.0’s repurposed clay,
envy-clawed souls, and wonky circuitry began with
big banged hangover after partying all night with
(pre-castout) Satan, then heady head of “elevated
life form” (ELF) research & development department.
Imminent panangulations have reached v1.0’s end.
Concluding evaluation report, with recommendations:
Species hastened, yet also slowed, to a tick, tick,
tick of timer set to blow some to hell, where heavy
metal Adams will sink, screaming, to be boiled clean
in magma’s core, combusting souls forevermore.
Remaining prototypes will flash to fine powder ash,
better serving as fertilizer to restore balance to Earth,
supple, meant to re-garden once peaceable kingdom
to be rehoused in a kinder, sturdier, gentler v2.0.
Holy Coder’s new Head ELF, Mother Gaia, paradox
of altruistic self-serving, will balance home to rest easy.
She, a being worthy of the name Goddess, serves all.
Rebooted – if project isn’t wholly discarded – will see
neutralized “higher functions.” True, we will miss pretty
poems and other creative things, but, the 2.0 “we”
will never know. We’ll abide, satisfied with being.
Björn is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night. Thanks for the encouragement on submitting.
Tao Talk 
I find that the artificial being has taken over, ridding ourselves of both life and poetry…. shiver I do
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What a scary scenario and what an excellent write!
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Punam, thank you very much <3
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My pleasure, Li. 🙂
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Wow, Lisa! I had to read your poem several times. The ‘repurposed clay, envy-clawed souls’ grabbed my attention, and I’m seriously concerned about the ‘imminent panangulations’. I hope someone will save the ‘pretty poems and other creative things’.
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Kim, me too <3
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This is exquisitely drawn, Lisa! Wow! I like; “Remaining prototypes will flash to fine powder ash, better serving as fertilizer to restore balance to Earth.”
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Sanaa thanks much. It’s all I can see on the horizon :(
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One doesn’t know what is real anymore! Excellent write Lisa.
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Petru, so true, probably the scariest thing of all. Why family and loved ones are more important than ever.
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It’s the lack of emotional connection that is really chilling. (K)
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I’m listening to lectures on Orwell and am haunted by the end of 1984. I think that will be the real end of humanity, when all emotions have been sterilized.
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Yes, we are not human without them.
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A wild write! I love it!
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Thanks, Shaun :)
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beautifull
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Thank you, Neeraj!
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So well written Li. A scary scenario
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Many thanks, Sadje. I had to link it up to dVerse in order to submit for consideration for the anthology.
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I’m sure it will be accepted. You’re most welcome my friend
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An interesting poem, Lisa. It appears we are headed for another big bang… perhaps it will be a digital one, with a reset back to nature once more! Well done my friend.
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Dwight, thank you for your thoughtful comment. It is what I see on the horizon.
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You are very welcome, my friend. It does look grim at times. …Don’t look too far ahead. Life is too short to worry it away! Enjoy it all while you can!
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<3
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Ooooch, Lisa, after that terse pre-release documentation I didn’t dare to listern to REM. I have to take my darkness in small doses these days, and to lick up the humour in your writing when I can.
Of course, I welcomed the lady Gaia on the scene – while believing that even she gets discouraged, and welcomes the sound of innocent laughter and joy to restore her faith in the Project and the Process
Sending love x
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Kathy, understandable. The REM title’s bark is worse than its bite. I like what you see in lady Gaia’s character and also hope she may let us hang around (in some form or another.) Maybe sentient earthworms? ;)
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Sentient earthworms would do me fine. In my pre-student days we very tenderly dissected earthworms to learn their structure and I was fascinated by their distributed brains – a silvery patch of nerve cells in each segment. So sentient already, and also”not as we know it”… ~
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Very cool and very fascinating.
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if I could find it I would send you a wiggle 🪱Yay!
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Li, to make you smile, here’s what I posted to the gratitude feed of Wildmind Meditation Community:
Grateful I was awake early enough to catch my train to Inverness in good time, having taken all my medication in the right order.
Grateful for two cyclists from mid-Wales who verified the brief appearance of two Red Kites circling high, high up over Brora station, enjoying the thermals. Red Kite is my Spirit Bird.
Grateful for a US friend called Lisa in dVerse Poets community. We had a delightful conversation about the sentience of worms and I successfully posted an earthworm emoticon on WordPress. For me that is Advanced Level Smartphone.
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Kathy, I thought you were talking about human-constructed red kites at first lol! Just googled the real feathered ones. What a gorgeous being to be your Spirit Bird! Good to know they are near, watching over you.
You touch my heart at the mention of our conversation about worms <3 I have yet to figure out how to use emoticons on WP on the PC.
Hope you are enjoying your Saturday. I just got in from watering the plants. A beautiful sight yesterday was seeing a hummingbird visiting chive blossoms. First time ever!
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Himmingbird such a sign of sweet hope for you, feeding on the piquancy of chive nectar – what a delight for both you and her/ him 💮🐦
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<3
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You brought me back to a previous life as a technical writer!
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Nolcha not sure if that’s good or bad. The poem is mechanistic for sure. Thanks for reading!
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Not many will abide or be satisfied and that’s when there’ll be a change-
There’ll be new games & also artists drawing diagrams out of range!
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Poetry, Anita:
Not many will abide
or be satisfied
and that’s when…
there’ll be change
There’ll be new games
& also artists drawing
diagrams out of range.
I love it!
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A chilling poem, Li!
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Merril, I’ve been watching a series of lectures on George Orwell, which certainly influenced the poem. Thanks very much.
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You’re welcome, Li.
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Woah! This made me shiver in my boots Lisa. I cannot imagine being satisfied with just being. I want pretty poems ☺️❤️ You are a very talented writer my friend.
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Christine, thank you so much for reading and your kind words. Hoping we can keep the pretty poems in v2.0 <3
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This is the next generation of urging that is needed to get people thinking about how we are actively and passively killing our only home.
Well done, Lisa. And as usual, an apt song choice.
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Steve, thank you and I hope it does.
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🙏🏼
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So much at stake, so little time and we play at living through tech, a distraction to the real events before us. A timely poem, but chilling and sobering.
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Paul, so true. It may be our power to act has even been short-circuited by it.
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Yes, I wonder that tech, in one context, is opium for the masses.
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You went in hard, with dystopian gusto — I wonder if you composed in stream of consciousness, letting thoughts and keyboard run wild, or fought hard to hit in the right dosage…I suspect a bit of the former. Very interesting write, you really went for it, and got there, definitely…a grim, cold world.
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Ayn, I just finished a 24-lecture stint of learning about George Orwell. He would love your term, “dystopian gusto.” The idea poured out as stream of consciousness but then had to get whipped into the right form. It’s funny how the actors pop out in the tweaking process. Satan as the pre-fall head of R&D for v1.0 was unexpected. Thank you for really reading the poem.
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NIce Lisa…sorry it took me so long! You told me you were posting something…I’ve been in and out of the blog…hope you are doing well!
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Hey Max! No worries, you know that. I’m back for a minute but headed out to GR in a short while. Will be easing myself back in.
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Great to talk to you! I’ll be back either Thursday or Friday for sure!
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Awesome, Max. I’ve been listening to some really good music and I know you have also.
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Oh yes! I’ll tell you about the concert soon…it was great. Have fun in GR!
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Ooh yeah! Can’t wait to hear all the deets, esp. if you know who showed up :)
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No he didn’t but Sheryl Crowe did at the very end…but the surprise to me were Nathaniel Rateliff & the Night Sweats….great band. Willie and Bob were great as I expected…
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Sheryl is even more thrilling! She’s an icon. Never heard of the other band. Have you done a write-up yet? Looking forward to reading it.
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I wrote up a little on that band I told you about and I said what happened…it was boiling that day… around 95 and humidity.
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OK will look for it. The weather sounds so punishing!
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