2100 Years of Human Error

The writings of Neal Stephenson and William Gibson have entertained me greatly. I highly recommend "Neuromancer" and "Snow Crash" to anyone who hasn't read them.

These two books, set into an all too prophetic "near future," a place that just exists around the corner, showcase great talent. These two books themselves single handedly called us on most of the technology and culture we have today, even (like in Neuromancer's case) if it was written years before anyone really could understand the big picture.

Today I want to share with you a poem I've written (and I'm slowly making it into a beatnik industrial track) that collects humanity, our technology, our history, and our religion into one epic poem.

If you're familiar with more of my Hubs you might recognize some similar wording.

I hope you enjoy it. I got the idea a bit from a group of artists that have shaped my life too--the band Fear Factory and the song "Resurrection." I'll post a video below.

Reaching the Expanse

A line connected it's self in my head, careening through neon junctions until a matrix of perverse thought was glittering before my eyes. And I saw the vastness of consciousness pool before me at my feet. The static, a hum of 6,525,170,264 different pathways etched into a spinning twine ball moving through an insignificant spec on a spiral galaxy. Collectively they thought something of more than trivial pursuit was going to present its self before them, as if they were a higher class of biological function that was able to shape and change its form.

A joke.


And as my future dictated a compulsory compliance, even a down right reliance to this whimsical idea, I couldn't quite convince myself. Somewhere on the edge of the solution to the problem, on the tip of my tongue, poking at my inner monologue with a cattle prod my sanity corroded.

Recorded history unfolds in my head, shooting through my spine like a 45 caliber bullet hurling it's self through the air at some unknown victim. The inevitable question never relenting, shouting through my atoms and grating my very existence causing my skin to crawl and my soul to feel ever more coarse ....

Victimized by viral play,
Folding it's self into our DNA.
Cascade.
Consuming and ingesting,
Catalysis of reflection.
Harnessing fire and designing
defense to soon become deadly intent.
Cascade...to the final fade.


When Eternity summons,
And questions our innocence,
What will we have to say?


Pock marking congregation,
Blast off into State.
Pock marking congregation,
Blast off into nations.

Harnessing fire, animals, our mother.
Learning to do the same with each other.
Writing lies on scrolls,
Claiming they've been foretold.
By an imaginary deity.

Divided by the common dominator,
Revering the mad instigator.
Oppressed by the scrolls
Until boredom unrolls.

When Eternity summons,
And questions our innocence,
What will we have to say?


Sailing oceans through,
Beating and bruising savagery.
Then conquering,
For gold, god, and glory.

Cycle reborn yet again:
Pock marking congregation,
Blast off into
Western Civilization.

Shoot a man needlessly,
Cause the world to bleed.
Bombs, bullets, idolatry;
Come get your mechanized army.

Faith in superiority.
Question, section, then subdue.
Exterminate that which you hate,
And watch it all renew.
Question the section off subdued,
Fight a useless war 'til peace comes unglued.

When Eternity summons,
And questions our innocence,
What will we have to say?

Smoke clears in the wake of physics gone wrong.
Whats the price of men for a bomb?
Race to arms and bare your faults,
Comucratical cults.

Skirmishes for superiority.
No one winning,
As we build up our cultural walls, another one will fall.

Popular conceit,
Fostered by transistor.
Scale down, watching production ramp up.
Black screens with white lines,
Turning into visual carmel with time.

Explore, rejoice, meld.
Explore, rejoice, meld;
Symbiont of society becoming.

Sell your music, distribute films.
Pushing while consumer is pulling.
Our rights taxed, position grueling.

When Eternity summons,
And questions our innocence,
What will we have to say?


Into the why of 2000,
Conspiracies and apathy abounding.
Millions of motionless cries resounding.

Dividing line of present and past.
Fear turned to silence,
Better living through science.

Man-Commune-Machine.
Impregnated with chrome gleam.
Danger not detected,
Technology right protected.

Last bastion of freedom
Becomes Man's enslavement.
In the wake of oppression renews,
As the scroll updates under false review.

Sinners or saints?
Still stuck in rut.
Innocence sacrificed,
Unjustly sent to die.

Victimized by greed's play,
Folding it's self into our DNA.
Cascade.

Consuming and abusing,
Catalyst of playback presentation.
Harnessing ideas and design;
Cascade, fade, black out with a whine.