Next Arrival. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop

we invent them to serve us      
controlling our existence
to create virtual worlds
with hells and heavens
myths domesticate science fiction and reality blur shaping our reality an assembly of biochemical algorithms
flash fade flash fade
spinning epidemic is business economy grows human experience
as any other item

in the supermarket
a designable product

intelligence mandatory
consciousness optional
individuals = dividuals in carbon or silicon owned by imaginary gods
who what you are
how to turn you on and off
beyond control beyond the opaque wall algorithms can command empire
or an upper class ruling the planet

if words could make dreams come true

a simultaneous instant in the brain of seven billion

emerges the beautiful
androgynous face of the serial
wheat eater bread winner & the deluge of data
millions of nano-robots
coursing humankind's veins
an Orwellian police state splits into the chosen hi-tech Noah’s Ark
a new religion information flow
datism to merge or not to merge
the human genome as a digital processor
where overwhelming data
garbles the message in dystopian double talk
will the defeaters prevail
or cometh utopia from outer space
our post human descendants
do as you would be done by datism

as we condemned the mammoth to oblivion
your every action
but where no human
can follow or need to understand

in the matrix the inter net
of all things
where has the power has gone
the cosmic data God draweth nigh
the great flow
to maximise to plug you in
voters of the world unite
a colossus astride this narrow world free market big brother watches over every breath you take invisible hand that flies in the night between laboratory & museum voice of a million ancestors a ripple in the cosmic data flow
shifts homo centric view
to data centric view

knowing us better than we know ourselves
scavenger of carrion
follower in fear & flight
big brained Neanderthal Denisovan Sapiens what drove you for 2 million years a big bum? what bound
small divergent groups of differing
tongue & taboo
into the framework of humankind but fiction collective myths woven into our reality from money to the nation state imprisoned by the archetypes
we've identified them with

a virtual reality of cartoon molecules
after Yuvah Noah Harari Sapiens & Homo Deus

Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) .


Berkelium, a poem from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series by Chicgo poet Janet Kuypers


Janet Kuypers

from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series (#79, Bk)
(started 8/15/14, finished 8/22/14)

The streets of town were paved with stars,
it was such a romantic affair
and when we kissed and said good night
a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

A nightingale sang in Berkeley square.
Berkeley. B, E, R, K, E, L, E, Y.
You see, on the other side of the pond
the Brits have a different way of saying things,
including the name of the Anglo Irish
philosopher George Berkley.
That’s B, E, R, K, L, E, Y, like
you’re barking up the wrong tree,
but when a city and University in California
was named after this philosopher,
well, the pronunciation changed
after it crossed the ocean.
And because of scientific work done
at the University of Berkley,
they decided to name element seventy nine
after the University (it’s actually
only one of two elements in the Periodic Table
named after a university).
So, I don’t really know
how you’re supposed to pronounce it,
should I say berk-lee-um like the States,
or the British ber-keel-ee-yum,
because I’ve been trying to learn
a thing or two about Berkelium.
And the thing is, it’s never found
in it’s pure form,
because this transuranic radioactive
and artificially produced element
is a soft, silvery-white, actinide metal
that sometimes has long half lives
through it’s isotopes
(that range from microseconds to several days,
to three hundred thirty days, to nine years
to one thousand three hundred eighty years).
So maybe I’m only meant
to learn about parts of it
by these fleeting dances
scientists have with Berkelium…