I...LOVE...this
Monday, June 8, 2009 ...and by 'this' I mean In Bflat 2.0 found HERE
At some point you have to play the spoken word... it's the first one on the third row. Powerful! The music is amazing but what really gets me are the words.
I require a constant flow of new information so this seems very appealing. Information flowing from one person to another through thin air...It makes my brain buzz and hum with possibilities. I like things that make my brain buzz and hum..and no, I don't mean drugs :)!
Here are the words to the poem...
Information “My life’s work,” she says. But, it isn’t her life’s work. You see, we store information like an Escher painting. All the words and pictures, the voices and videos, Our hard drives will be thin air. They will make nanobots look like elephants. We will process away at nothing and understand everything. Our knowing will permeate as deep as it does wide. so much, to be so full of knowing, Humanity must get to a point where we let go. And, her life’s work is more than four meg flash drive. My life’s work, she says, is the impact that this has. This is not about what I produce. This is about what others receive.
By Daniel Donahoo
she unplugs the device
no bigger than her thumb
from the computer and it smells electric.
It shouldn’t all fit in there. But, it does.
And every day we manage to fit more and more into smaller and smaller spaces until one day
she says,
we will be able to fit all the information the world has
everything that everyone knows and believes and dreams
into nothing.
the ideas and the daydreams,
the games
the past and the future.
It will all be there. Stored and filed.
Tagged with relevant keywords.
And elephants will be in there too. Tagged. Accessible with search terms
like ivory and mammoth,
like largest land dwelling mammal
We will think of the word and the information will slip in, not through our ears or eyes –
but straight thorough our skin. Information will breathe in and out of us.
Our work here is to learn
that all there is left to do is unlearn.
Leave the useless ideas and the spent ideologies in the recycle bin.
like an adolescent brain shedding neurons.
like a snake slithering from its old skin.
like an old man who has come to understand so well the point where reality meets the intangible that he is able to decide which breath will be his last. And, he will enjoy that breath more than any other he has taken his entire life.


Reader Comments (3)
I love it too.
That's awesome!
I heard bits and pieces as it played but to see it all written is very cool. It paints an incredibly vivid mental picture. Thanks for the link!