Digital Man

Burgling the future to fill today’s houses,

Bankrupting posterity and ourselves,

We are the rapacious, the dissatisfied.

Autists without art.

There is only the endless mediocre present;

No utopias, no ideas.

Intimacy, reciprocity,

No thanks.

Don’t feel much empathy,

Don’t read much any more.

Solitude is so sweet and sympathetic.



Don’t touch me.

Leave me in silence.

Cities engulf;

Cameras track every step.

Lights and noises disurb.

Companies are updating,restructuring,retraining;

Someone somewhere is losing his job.

You have to fit in,

Be “co-operative,” “flexible”, docile.

I just want to repeat the same actions over and over,

Cataogue my memories,

Stay at home, in my museum.

All this talking, chatting,socialising,bonding...

I can’t stand it.

I need the deep, remote.



Everything is in the shops;

Nothing can survive without being sold.

But I am uncommercial,

Irreducible,

Incurably real.



Every idiot’s opinion must be heard and respected

In this world without knowledge or sense.

They sneer at facts and grammar,

Discredit reason and truth.

Superstition and conspiracy are all they believe in,

The frivolous, the ignorant, the empty,

Also known as “normal”.



Who do you pretend to be?

What do you choose to purchase

With your life’s credit?

What they call freedom

Is merely choice;

Their happiness is self-congratulation.

Indulge your preferences,

Alone, at the computer,

Sharing nothing, communicating nothing.

Pragmatic relationships come and go.

Virgins and teetoltallers need not apply.

All forms of consumption

Have their place in the market.

Only abstinence is taboo.



Everything on earth is beng reinvented

For commerce and use.

There’s no thinking any more,

Just eating and excreting.

I’m obese,anorexic,addicted,conventional,

No home, no community,no city,no country,no self.