No, there will not be a quotation poem today, but a quotation is at base of what did emerge in poetry practice this morning. I feel a bit different about it after I watched a rather disturbing video on You Tube before bedtime. It left me thinking “Oh shit, this is how conspiracy theories get made and this one could hurt a lot of harmless people if it gets bandied about by malicious or desperate people. Because it has happened before.” There was one word that was a tip off, as well as, a stray descriptive clause, that rang my alarm bells. I will not share because one does not want to pollinate that sort of insidious stuff in others. It looks quite thoroughly researched, but there is a low level smug glee behind all the accumulation of facts, many salted with factoids.
Factoids have the appearance of truth. But are really at the Information Masquerade Ball. But back to John Keats’ quote.
Sollipsism is the the theory that nothing can be known except through one’s own mind. Everything revolves around self. Which is probably very lonely. But it you fill your mind with unreliable pieces of this and that your self is liable to be manipulated. Information can have the appearance of fact. Videos can be doctored and people manipulated as charactersations on the record saying what they have not said in real time. Everything is degraded.
Factoids have the appearance of fact.
In the absence of the reliable
what is reality? When even eyes
can be fooled. Video airbrushed.
Everyone can be the author of
a director's final cut. Our world is
now constructed of magical thinking
masquerading as more information.
Lies can be packaged as truthy. If not truth...
Where is the beauty?
Is a poet, Keats,
author of our salvation from factoid?
Or yet one more snare of appearance
undermining our universal laws,
.where even gravity can be called
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