A little over a week ago, I wrote about my complicated relationship with social media and the internet.
For today's post, I revisit this theme. If you've suspected that you might be spending too much time, online, behind a screen, this short meditation is for you.
In other words, here's a poem for the way we live, now.
Distorting Mirror
To speak of the smell and feel
of books, the erotics of the text,
has begun to sound perverse
One by one, the old places of worship
churches, bookstores, Nature herself
become quaint and are vacated
In their stead a gleaming, ambitious screen
part shuttered window, part distorting mirror
full of wandering, restless spirits
Like so many ghosts in limbo–
free of the tyranny of bodies,
yet aching for their phantom limbs.
—© Yahia Lababidi
(Sketch is by John Tillson & a gift from the artist
