For a few days I couldn’t post an image, frustrating now that i can I have scrapped the planned post having been inspired by Andreas comment in my previous post on human rights.
There is more than the surface in each moment, more than packaging. Distractions was an early topic on this blog, distractions from creativity and seeing beyond the surface. I also don’t understand why people are not demanding their rights they settle for a relationship with their love child Master Card. Debt is the biggest distraction and addiction of the human race. So I write to much and take images that are not about the latest greatest upgraded gadget. This makes me…
I’m obsolete
In a sound bite world
I don’t care to compete
Where shallow is deep
I’m obsolete
To think beyond the surface a freak
It’s fantastic
Made of plastic
Bound with elastic
It’s neat
Sweet
I’m obsolete!
Copyright Peter J. Crowley
Peacock and Feathers…When we see gaudy people, in German we say: what a peacock, – I found in my beloved dict.cc online dictionary that you say that too: dressed up like a peacock….
Your poem is great, thanks for sharing you word and picture art with us, it makes a difference, and I like the word obsolete as a counterpart to latest gadget:) your pictures help to understand things better. You are so right concerning the debt. It always makes me wonder: people are afraid of about anything, there is great paranoia, but they are not afraid of debt, at least that is what it looks like…
Can you imagine, Blogger (where shallow is deep) blocked my blog this afternoon, because they say they have to examine if it is not a spamblog. I have the suspicion that this happened because of my choice of word for the last post I posted yesterday:)
love
Andrea
I decide to laugh about it.
PS I forgot to comment the most important thing, the excellent picture.
We can see colours, and ornaments, and imagine romantic picknicks and rendezvous and want this beauty to stay with us and want to have this pompom and this peacock and the nice hat, we pay and take it out into all this concrete, with fences and cars everywhere…and the magic is gone.:), or perhaps not?