I have been tasked to write up a blog post about technology that interests me this week. A blog for each of our writing groups seems like good technology! But honestly, I am very interested in all the new high tech gaming that goes on in the world and look forward to further study of it...
What I really look forward to, is the time when virtual reality becomes the ONLY reality so that we are able to have a 60 hour day should we desire it. I am assuming that by that point, they will have discovered a way to delete our bodies' need for sleep. I can hardly wait!
Would this be the equivalent of a high tech fountain of youth? At the very least, one would be able to live more extensively in the time they are given. What would that mean for our Creative Memoirs?
3 comments:
Robyn,
No fountain of youth. The brain needs sleep too.
So far as virtual reality goes, too much of the population lives there now. We need more people facing real reality.
I've forgotten my google blog identity. Will look for it.
Virginia
INSOMNIA CANTATAS
These interruptions, I have known:
midnight gunfire, burglars, hurricane,
a lover or the lack, tidal flood,
that sudden rush of blood
and, more frequent now, the pierce of pain—
my malformed bones.
This is just another broken night,
of late more rare
thanks to makeshift peace, and age and locks,
though one nocturnal thief, a rusty fox,
steals indoors to filch the kitten’s fare.
Simply: I did not write
all day—
no, many days when barren pages
heap like futile clouds or arctic snows,
and wasted brilliance flows—
snowflakes melting into rain—and I must hide my rage
as unused hours swirl down the drain, away
and gone—
Such nights I wake at four
or barely sleep at all.
Thank God this winter night I hear the calls
of tundra swans camped in the cove, unlock the door
to let in swan cantatas, hungry fox, lover, words, and not too soon, the dawn.
Elisavietta Ritchie
[first published in The Ledge #29, 2005, their “poem of the month” September-October 2006; The Ledge editor Timothy Monaghan nominated it for a 2007 Pushcart Prize; also published in Confrontation; and in Awaiting Permission to Land (winner of the Anamnesis Award)
Cherry Grove Series, copyright 2006 Elisavietta Ritchie]
At last a place to spread my wings
Somewhere I can say any old thing
You can read if you please
Hope it doesn't make you sneeze.
Nobody said it had to be a work of art
Just something to write for a start.
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