A short eschatology

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[Always amazed at how capitalism can get parents to abuse their own children. Thus to help produce the next generation of lonely, alienated children hungry for love, nature, reality, meaning. Who, not finding them, try to compensate by buying the fake promises incorporated in capitalism’s totalitarian kingdom of commodities. This might be the end of the formation of the human soul as we have known it, the end of nature and play and creative physical activity, the end of childhood in the traditional sense, the direct socialisation of babies and young children by Capital instead of by families, parents, communities… It’s Christmas, the time of the nativity, the love and hope expressed in each new baby, in radical innocence. I would humbly call on parents everywhere to please unite and fight this abuse and elimination of childhood by capitalism gone mad. Reject the digitalisation of childhood. Peter (‘Eschatology’: the logic of the end times.]

A short eschatology

I lie there watching a screen in a cot far from anyone in a white room furnished like a catalogue
No, I take my teddy & imagine it’s mummy giving me her breast in analog

I lie there watching a screen imprisoned in someone else’s mad frenetic mind
No, I build a world of knights, dragons, maidens from cardboard boxes I can find

I lie there watching as a screen sucks me dry of blood & guts & feeling
No, I play with sweating kids, laughing adults, piggy in the middle, tag & daydreaming

I lie there watching a screen fast flicker through hours of exciting boredom
No, I climb trees, run in the wind, smell my grass-stained knees, my dog’s furry kingdom

I lie there scratching a screen for the itch of thrill & update
No, I go for a walk in the lost wilds of my fate

I lie there watching a screen telling me what to buy, laugh at, get angry about, think
Yes, I shoot everything that moves, join the army, buy more stuff, jump off a high building

finally feeling that subtle space of real wind
on my real face, or is it?

[Below is the first version of this poem I posted here. Thought it might be interesting for those interested in writing or reading poetry to see how I’ve changed the poem into the version above. I’ve added two lines, made all two lines rhyming couplets, added and deleted some words, separated out and added to the last line, and thus also got a fourteen line sonnet. I think it’s now a tighter poem.]

A short eschatology

I lie there watching a screen in a cot far from anyone in a white room furnished like a catalogue
No, I take my teddy & imagine it’s mummy giving me her breast

I lie there watching a screen imprisoned in someone else’s mad frenetic mind
No, I build a world of knights & dragons & maidens out of building blocks & cardboard boxes

I lie there watching as a screen sucks me dry of blood & guts & feeling
No, I play with sweating kids & laughing adults, tag, hide & seek, piggy in the middle

I lie there watching a screen fast flicker through hours of exciting boredom
No, I climb trees, run in the wind, smell my grass stained knees & my dog’s warm fur

I lie there watching a screen telling me what to buy, laugh at, get angry about, think
Yes, I shoot everything that moves, join the army, buy more stuff, jump off a high building finally feeling the real wind on my face

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~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on December 25, 2013.

3 Responses to “A short eschatology”

  1. Narcissus anyone? What Lacan termed the “mirror phase” of identity creation? All one big experiment.

  2. […] A short eschatology.This sums up so much – we all are pressed to shape by our surroundings, which are themselves contorted by Market Forces and Corporate Interests, thanks Peter for the posting and she wing how it “arrived” all complete… […]

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