Machine
They argue the controversy:
that once there was an “outside”
of the machine. That once you
could tell flesh from metal, that
there were fingers among spindles
and spur gears, soft fists and faces
beside the wheels and splines.
.
There are discussions about
makers and mechanisms. It
is said the machine was small.
It had a beginning, was small
and grew. It needed fuel and
attention so we moved in. We
made our homes in the forest
of needles and electrodes.
.
They look for evidence of
non-mercurial blood, language
that’s not pulsing light but
circles of sound in surrounding
air.
.
Some write about fondled
bodies, a sense of water,
drunkenness. Fables of regret.
They say we forget, that we
ended our forgetting. But I
know. We were always objects.
June 25, 2008 at 3:46 pm
life has evolved into such a set of rules and consequences,, sometimes i feel we are indeed becoming flesh machines,, and have lost,, or are losing,, all sense of self…..
this was particularly evocative….
June 25, 2008 at 7:07 pm
This is wonderful! And yes I think we are losing our humanity. Pills to make us all feel the same way, plastic surgery to make us all look the same way.
Ever increasing gulf between the haves and have nots.
For some reason, books like Brave New World or movies like Metropolis don’t seem so far-fetched.