Any surface at all, inside or out, you
and a scrolled menu appears
chemical makeup, distance to the
sun in millimeters,
distance to the Vatican in inches,
who have previously touched this
spot, fat content,
will to power, adjacencies, and
And each category has dozens of
and each subcategory scores of its
linked, so that each square
centimeter of surface everywhere,
pole to pole,
from the top of the mightiest
Portuguese bell tower to
the intestinal lining of a sea turtle
off Ecuador, has
billions of words and images
attached, and a special area,
a little rectangle, for you to add
your own comments.
It is the great work of a young-adult
civilization, a metaliterate culture
with time on its
prosthetic tentacles, at this point
slightly more silicon than carbon,
in the light of its own
This excerpt comes from a new book of poetry by Jordan Davis, via a lengthy review in The Nation. I don’t normally have time for poetry, but I think I will make an exception for this book. The chunk that I requoted above strikes a deep chord with me, a profound and funny (yet worrisome) statement about the kind of world in which I increasingly find myself—and which I am indeed helping to create.
Ironically, I thought it might be a wonderful first book to buy on my second-generation Kindle, which should be arriving next week, but it is not currently available in that format.
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