climbing the walls of our will, numb and detached from purpose, deep in despair, entertained to near death, technologically baffled, compulsively obsessed, imagination fraught from lack of use, cut by seven blade razors, telemarketed, stuck on stupid, shot at by solar flares, inundated by cell rays, frozen in synthetic fear frostings, sucking on substitute sugars, dipped in electromagnetic confection, infected by ad campaigns, propped up by pharmaceuticals, shuffling whole food aisles, storage wars won at auction, amassing detritus in space to the gills … modern life can get pretty blasphemous. i gotta claw my way out of it. chaos toppled by order toppled by chaos. i gotta go deeper. below the muddy quicksand of modern life lies firm and solid virgin ground. bedrock. you cannot see it but it is there. resplendent as the throats of bullfrogs in spring. #katyamills
Tag Archives: tech
no.20
like a secret
in the nucleus
of the yolk
of the eye
we defy analytics
science
religion
sharpened by
the guarantee of
annihilation
unwilling
to be dulled
by screens
technology or
tradition
#katyamills
doomscrolling
the birds gave up
stopped singing they
mulled about their nests
feathered up and tucked
in. lost in a doomscroll
from hell my phone
was chirping about
something i friendless
tuned out
#katyamills
the screens
when the screens are off i
speak to you and
you listen
our feelings fully
articulated
you speak to me
i listen
we feel close
thank god
we have a chance
what was life
what was life before our devices?
generics -iii
The association in her case was not transparent. If she introduced the darkness to light, they might achieve net neutrality and no one would have to pay. She would funnel all the nonsense down the pipes built expressly for that purpose, and run the drainage of his company into a far corner of the yard where nothing ever grew, she thought. Then reproduce the unkempt sound by some peripheral brilliance, and follow a stream into its relentless river, with side effects of curling back and slowing down. She saw herself surfing a wave and tumbling down, again and again until she got it right. The sharks would circle, yes, but she had chum to feed them. Some day she promised herself an escape from undertow, the gravity above all.
m x memory
m x memory -vi
making love. to a cell
everybodys in another galaxy
these days
touchtone crazy
going mobile
making love to their
cells
color it. wild
Burrs in my shoelaces
Pollen in my hair
I saw a great blue heron
By the river there
I moved toward
In wonder
He unfolded
his wings
And flew
Chalky
Color
Kinda
WILD!
Shade a saturation
touch up from the
sky
(Tremendous wingspan
Too)
In our cyberfrenzied age
Thank the merciful gods!
The heron
Still great
Still blue