My Madness III

Happy Friday, Will! I see you've already found a way to work your new gadget into your post here. Hopefully you won't be too shackled to it. Nice poem, although I don't see the level of Will madness that I'm used to. Must be the ice cream :).

Am I the first poet/pre-Simulationist to incorporate and riff off their bourgeoning relationship with their BlackBerry? Here's to a whole new territory as yet unmapped. BlackBerry Poems.

Something about Blackberries and their vibrations...

I have mine strapped between my thighs.

See, I'm not the only one that read about the Dolphin! Right on, Liz :).

Well, this is awesome too, and the three now form a rather substantial tryptych... I can see salient parts of your life here, Will, but then, I know all about you from the files I stole from the government. Seriously though, this does reveal a lot of what you're going through now, love, language, work... and of course, connectivity (Blackberry Hell)

Wow - I remember, Laurie - I need to go over to our resident bad-boy Rushmore's page and check out Dolphin, see what connections you guys are making.

Yeah - so, and then sorry it took so long to finish this.

If it weren't for the hyperlinks you inserted, I would say that you wrote this on your Blackberry, so prescient you have become in linking meme spaces that are under survelliance by corporate watchdogs, the ferrets of the globalizing and totalizing Traumgeist that is produced when thought control becomes axiomatic through a "bottom line" oversight to maximize profitability that has replaced the Calvinist and Zwinglian elders in the modified Puritanism & Rise of Capitalism meme.

You've taken proxemics into head space; move over, Max Headroom, since your operating metaphor seems not only cartoonish but inaccurate compared to Evans' terrifying re-visioning/re-visiting of the "semiosphere." This is a much better metaphorical use of the Benthamite Panopticon security blueprint/metaphor than Foucault and Derrida came up with through clever spurious use of language as agent of control, because Evans' poem--like my CRUISE MISSILE IN THE PANOPTICON, addresses time, space, and the asynchrony that is erased when the phatic element of mandatory communication is thoroughly examined-- it can occur on a Blackberry or through subliminal fantasy to hook you into seeing a movie's sequel, Mission Impossible ad infinitum till Tom Cruise gets replaced!--and PAX is made into fear, the stuff of nightmares fueling the aforementioned Traumgeist (a bogeyman inserted into your nightly REM waste products, perhaps, if we don't find a way to stop Them, to keep your color coded threat level active even in slumber.)

Brilliant use of the access consciousness/latent phenomenology model of consciousness analogically to mimic/mirror actual ways of cognitive processing in this poem, where we can read on the surface or in depth, depending on one's capacity to understand and willingness to become aware.

It seems your 'time travel' to the future during your "bifurcation point" last month resulted in a post-Prigogean dissipative energy structure transformation in your own consciousness, Will, because you have leaped into a new integration, and you are taking the pre-Simulationist meme along with you for the ride.

Just make sure your Crackberry conversations aren't being wiretapped, voice-recognized and transcribed: TOP SECRET can also be license to jail and kill in today's inconstitutional corporate controlled micro-managed America.

And contrary to what Baudrillard thinks, your life is not a "sign of an impossible exchange without value in the hyperreal. " It is very real, it is of great value....in fact, it's priceless.