Disrupting The Signal

[carahmellow]

Disrupting The Signal

The rage bait
worked on me,
doused me with anxiety—
the force of fear atop my head
weighed me down,
but instead
of succumbing to blindness,
melting softly into submission,
my psyche grew strong.
As the robots around me
pressed their alarms,
I shut mine off
and fully disarmed.
With skepticism as my only weapon,
I took control of my own cognition
and peered among the talking heads,
that spewed fury
and incited dread—
with tales of elusive wolves,
hungry and lurking
among the colorful wildflowers,
blowing gently in the open breeze.

A little ditty I worked on today after feeling a little irritated. lol. Sometimes... you just have to let it out in a poem. 

[dukealien]

So true - what was once clickbait truly is rage bait (for the susceptible).

Good recovery.  Personally, I like bluebonnets and wrens... but wolves and wildflowers have their points.

The thing to worry about is detailed behavior tracking - when clickbait becomes scrollbait, and eventually (when car-type eye tracking becomes standard equipment), eyebait.  We'll all be guarding our glances the way we now freeze when confronted by a touchscreen where the least wrong pressure threatens unwanted results.

[Mark A Becker]

Hello carah-

Yep, sometimes ya just gotta let it rip in a poem.

Though there's no going back to rotary-dial, one of the good things about being my age is that I grew up with it. Always had a dime in my pocket for an emergency call, too. I don't want to go back, but am glad I was there, then. It's insulated me from addiction to 'social' media.

Though I don't even own a gun, I think it would be great fun to go to a shooting range that has video screens as targets. Disrupt the signal.

... Mark

[carahmellow]

Hello carah-

Yep, sometimes ya just gotta let it rip in a poem.

Though there's no going back to rotary-dial, one of the good things about being my age is that I grew up with it. Always had a dime in my pocket for an emergency call, too. I don't want to go back, but am glad I was there, then. It's insulated me from addiction to 'social' media.

Though I don't even own a gun, I think it would be great fun to go to a shooting range that has video screens as targets. Disrupt the signal.

... Mark

Yes, as a 40-year-old, I remember those times well and miss them a lot. I have been slowly unplugging, deleting social media apps from my phone, and trying to live a bit more present. It's tough though, because it's everywhere... and even if I unplug, I am so aware that everyone else isn't. Plus, I'm trying to raise two pre-teens in this social media age, which is an interesting experience as well.

[rowens]

All the media and discussions about geopolitics and trouble at home is the Dark Lords of Lodges stirring up the Djinn of Selfhoods: or, shorthand, Ahriman.

Like this song says:

All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name


I was walking past a church the other day with a tall white steeple topped with a white cross.
I dismissed the place as a Lodge, felt the loric atmosphere of the holy ground and took comfort in the presence of Christ.

That is also how I experience media and people. I like the atmospheres of catholic exorcism movies and technocrazed screen plastered science fiction movies. I enjoy the great opportunity to hold my own, whatever that is, usually my manhood, amongst the propaganda and junk food and pollution and nervous system hijacking.
I walk around like John Constantine, seeing the demons possessing the people and the machines and the very air. And I feel giddy.

No human or animal or machine ever does anything, they are simply possessed by everything else happening in waves. Every tender living self is drowning in these waves.

Be like Space Ghost, whom doesn't need air to breathe.

Steal from pop culture media, rearrange their qualities, make the icons of control the avatars of your own Genius.

[Tiger the Lion]

All the media and discussions about geopolitics and trouble at home is the Dark Lords of Lodges stirring up the Djinn of Selfhoods: or, shorthand, Ahriman.

Like this song says:

All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name

And these children that you spit on

As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through (Bowie)

Did we ever need this to be more true?

I was walking past a church the other day with a tall white steeple topped with a white cross.
I dismissed the place as a Lodge, felt the loric atmosphere of the holy ground and took comfort in the presence of Christ.

That is also how I experience media and people. I like the atmospheres of catholic exorcism movies and technocrazed screen plastered science fiction movies. I enjoy the great opportunity to hold my own, whatever that is, usually my manhood, amongst the propaganda and junk food and pollution and nervous system hijacking.
I walk around like John Constantine, seeing the demons possessing the people and the machines and the very air. And I feel giddy.

No human or animal or machine ever does anything, they are simply possessed by everything else happening in waves. Every tender living self is drowning in these waves.

Be like Space Ghost, whom doesn't need air to breathe.

Steal from pop culture media, rearrange their qualities, make the icons of control the avatars of your own Genius.

[Mark A Becker]

Hello again carah-
I find it interesting that your off-the-cuff poem poem has elicited extensive responses. That would indicate a successful write. Gee, how about that- ya let it fly, and it stuck.
Mark

ps- I have vague recollections of my 40's