“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label television. Show all posts
Showing posts with label television. Show all posts
Friday, May 27, 2016
Minced words atop static
Static carried on air
clings to its own non-being
i'm-potential
like white
white of poltergeists
or the white whir
i'm-between
towers
Interference splits
with pixel holders
i'm place
Spliced volumes
inaudible water
falls
These were always empty buckets
As a book is a chalice fore-
thought
Media makes masks
with hollow eyes
re
perceptive
think for me-tell me-show me
Empty
w/out your feedback
reciprocating back feed
in mixed media-the medium
is largely the message
fully charged.
Image By Darjac (Scanned by Darjac) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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