We live from glorious moment to glorious moment.
From one achievement to the next.
No matter how small, how trivial.
We live by it, abide by it.
We break down at the sight of other people’s success,
We gloat at our own miniscule creations
and then we fade
with their fading glory.
We relentlessly fight our way back into the dimmest of spotlight
Like weeds in the shade of tall oaks.
We are desperate for sun.
We are biting our own tails.
Run in circles,
Climb up Jacob’s ladder.
So easy would our memory be erased.
So easily because we don’t build to last anymore.
We forgot how to.
We forgot the touch of the
And the clay
And the steel.
Those who didn’t are feeling the diminishing return with greater pain.
We no longer know how to build a house, cook or grow food.
We are scared of trying anything ourselves,
Repairing anything ourselves.
We have been accustomed to this by waves and waves of
“Staying free and not settling down.”
So we hire,
And pre-package our entire lives.
We no longer settle to build,
We want to feel
And go away at a moment’s notice.
In the middle of it all,
Our entire generation’s production
Will be dilapidated into
Wine and bandwidth.
Simple as that.
We will be left with nothing to show for
But the thousands of pictures of menial,
Meaningless acts of petty creativity,
And sub-par achievements
Erected as virtual monuments
But only for a handful of seconds
As the screen resets itself
And algorithms fail to kick in
Before the tides and tires
Of virtually meaningless achievements
Overcome our own.
I myself am not above such contradictions.
But if nothing means anything…
Then perhaps there is meaning in that as well.
March 19, 2014 | Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: art, creativity, criticism, decline, ego, generations, modernity, nihilism, perception, poem, poetry, self, social critique, society, visual art | Leave a comment