Tag Archives: technology

Random Theory: cyhydedd naw ban

No bright, bleeding edge technology can by itself inspire us to see beyond the limitations that bind us to solutions posed by old minds, gurus and mentors with rigid ways, and coaches still running ancient plays. The revolution cannot be … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Generation Gap

You call yourselves Creatives, seekers of some brave new world where the light of tomorrow shines and everyone is free, constructing some great paradigm connecting one and all across the universe and time through some technology. You call yourselves Inventors, … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

On Tools

What future use will be our tools for building greater monuments, technologies to reach beyond our yesterday capacity, if all that drives tomorrow’s will is to create for their own sake more grand machines to take the place of what … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Wheels of Progress

When ground to standstill, mired, besmirched, their cog-end mesh begun to rust, the wheels of progress can but lurch. Their motion barely moves the dust; and each gear’s inch assaults the ear with tortured squeaks and sudden stalls. Behind all … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Critical Path

July is gone, and the pecans have now begun to set on the old tree along the bayou; sometimes, we forget the simple things that mark the seasons. We’ve no need of clocks or calendars. Whatever reasons we invent to … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Blackout

The streets are filled with idle, itching hands, their owners on the prowl in vain pursuit of some pastime to fill the vacant hours in darkened rooms enswamped with summer heat. Without their cellphones, TV sets and games, and fast-food … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

So Much for Science

The art of living well, some pundits quip, is equal parts audacity and luck; while others posit a stiff upper lip and careful breeding lift us from the muck. The hedonist claims pleasure is the thing; his polar opposite, the … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment