PRESENT TENSE ON THE OTHER SIDE
The Bard would have had another beer.
William Gibson, he the smith who had wrought the word 'Cyberspace', visionary-cultural luddite-cyberpunk-digerati with a typing machine once said; "The future is now, it's just that it is unevenly distributed."
I am surrounded by panoramic display devices, bathing in the glow of excited sands.
The old school writer would say something along the lines of "The eerie glow of fluorecent green phosphorus eminating from the cathode ray tubes gave him sickly green glow of the undead.". Kinda quaint, Buck Rogers,Flash Gordon gay 1950's quaint.
Whether be it smart dust, retinal beam projection, 3D holo display, whatever... anything you can dream of will be old.
Nothing on earth ages quicker than the fertile inventions of a science fiction writer.
Not the latest seasons outrageous continental fashion.
Not the love of the night before after the day of a big party in the unforgiving sober light of the day.
Not a butterfly child turning into a grub adult.
It is true, nothing ages quicker.
In this glow I am given to reflect, as I listen to a highly compressed music track, the track alone a physical imposibility to create not so long ago, remember Hammond Organ? The words and thoughts of others are at my fingertips to recall from the furthest reaches of the globe.
A Magnate of wisdom, a Sultan of letters, an asymptotic Count of zero to infinity.
If knowledge is power then chain me with the finality of gravity, time and magic for only such bondage will restrain me.
If I were to open my mouth a roar would issue that would silence a hurricane.
If I were to gaze upon the barren ground, earth will convulse, writhe in extasy and birth fresh fruit, fragrant flowers and exotic wood.
Were I to lift a limb to toil, mountains would raise and valleys will crevace the land, winds of change will catalise the masses of folk to awaken from slumber.
In short, I, You, We, we have access to information that would make the library of Alexandia look like the corner news-stand (How long will that analogy hold cnn.com?).
To put it in the words of today, I fucking dig teh internets.
William Gibson, he the smith who had wrought the word 'Cyberspace', visionary-cultural luddite-cyberpunk-digerati with a typing machine once said; "The future is now, it's just that it is unevenly distributed."
I am surrounded by panoramic display devices, bathing in the glow of excited sands.
The old school writer would say something along the lines of "The eerie glow of fluorecent green phosphorus eminating from the cathode ray tubes gave him sickly green glow of the undead.". Kinda quaint, Buck Rogers,Flash Gordon gay 1950's quaint.
Whether be it smart dust, retinal beam projection, 3D holo display, whatever... anything you can dream of will be old.
Nothing on earth ages quicker than the fertile inventions of a science fiction writer.
Not the latest seasons outrageous continental fashion.
Not the love of the night before after the day of a big party in the unforgiving sober light of the day.
Not a butterfly child turning into a grub adult.
It is true, nothing ages quicker.
In this glow I am given to reflect, as I listen to a highly compressed music track, the track alone a physical imposibility to create not so long ago, remember Hammond Organ? The words and thoughts of others are at my fingertips to recall from the furthest reaches of the globe.
A Magnate of wisdom, a Sultan of letters, an asymptotic Count of zero to infinity.
If knowledge is power then chain me with the finality of gravity, time and magic for only such bondage will restrain me.
If I were to open my mouth a roar would issue that would silence a hurricane.
If I were to gaze upon the barren ground, earth will convulse, writhe in extasy and birth fresh fruit, fragrant flowers and exotic wood.
Were I to lift a limb to toil, mountains would raise and valleys will crevace the land, winds of change will catalise the masses of folk to awaken from slumber.
In short, I, You, We, we have access to information that would make the library of Alexandia look like the corner news-stand (How long will that analogy hold cnn.com?).
To put it in the words of today, I fucking dig teh internets.
posted by Wulfy | 2:58 AM
2 Comments:
Lyrical and full of delightful ideas. Once again I disbelieve that English is your second language! Hope you and the little lady are well. Cheers
Jo :)
er, hi Wulfy - no viagra here, just whizzed by to say Hi... been a long time.
Oh yeah, I see you are up to old tricks, but your writing has taken off...
so what's going on?
dan
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