COMPU-PU-PU-PU-PU-PU-PU-TER GAMES
COMPU-PU-PU-PU-PU-PU-PU-TER GAMES
Beyond
the fictive
scrim of numbers and codes as
logical
as
Latin,
a myriad desires, an androgynous
genie.
Sit
down, move the
mouse over here, log on – don’t
be nervous,
you
can’t break it.
It’s not a real thing. Don’t let
it overwhelm
you,
though this net
closes in around you. It is
liberation
though
a billion
lives press in. Be virtual
information for
just
a little
while, free of human concerns –
after all
a
net is nothing
but framed empty space, Windows
to the soul,
trillions
of voids
tied together, so many Gates to
otherwhere.
By
stroking the
sacrificial mouse, your cyclopean
oracle
will show
you the universe through its
flawed omniscience.
Faster
than thought,
streaking through telephone
fibre-optics.
Faustian
pact
with YouThis, FaceThat, Goggle
and Wiki the other.
Email
anyone
who might be listening. Remember
Odysseus
slashing
a sheep’s throat on the Cimmerian
shore
– the Bronze Age
way of filling out an on-line
profile.
Click
ENTER
and watch the querulous shades
gather.
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