Wayne's Weekly Reader

by Wayne Klick

January 27, 1998


The body disappears
when
one steps into the space
within and beyond
the keyboard and the screen.

The space
where there are
no places,
no names,
no faces,
no blinks,
no voices,
no gesticulations.

There is much life,
millions of shapeless entities,
all equal and safe
in anonymity of being.

Cyberspace is
the ethers
of myth.

The Void.

Where there is no limitation of form.
Where there are no boundaries.
Where time loses what little meaning it had.
Where there is no there.

There is here and here is there.

Entering cyberspace
one is everywhere at once,
yet nowhere at all.

There is no beginning
and there is no end.

It is where nothing exists, and all things are.


I know that poem isn't very good.

Writing poetry about the internet is quite difficult.  I don't think I've seen a strong, resonant poem yet about the web or the 'net.

There are many good reasons for this, I think.

The WWW is an "area" that is very new to our psyches (nothing is new to our souls) and no one really knows how to experience it yet, nor interpret those experiences.  Our emotions are different here.  We feel things differently, and often don't feel at all.  It's very easy to not feel here.  No thing nor body is directly in your face making you do it.  You have to voluntarily enter the websites that do.

And, most meatland poetry is organic in some way -- rooted in a sunset, a tree, a face, a genital, an animal or something very 3-D.  Emotions are organic.  Yes when one writes verse one generally pulls it out of his/her heart through something tangible in the environment, or someone intangible there.

Poets don't discuss the net, even though there are 1000's and 1000's swimming here.  Perhaps it's like the difference between water and the ocean.  We're still so preoccupied with getting used to the water, that we haven't taken note of the sea yet.

Of course some would argue, that since all good poems contain both truth and substance, and the 'net has neither, how could a good poem come out of it?  In seeing many webpages and perusing some chat boards, I can sympathize with that view.  Like everything else on the web, there are at least as many bad poems out there as good ones.

But ultimately it's all in how you use it.  Most, including the poet net geeks, use the web to escape -- to get away from one's Self.  When we learn to seek Truth here, we will find it.



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