The Mediocrity Sink
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carlafischerAuthoress · System Programmer
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Interrupting my own flow–to face to-day's backstage of creativity. :|

The Mediocrity Sink

by carlafischer

Once I thought, The information age, Would pave my way,

I thought information, Would help me, In making my day.

This seemed to work out. At glance.

But the more information I get, The more I can take part: The smaller I feel, The stronger my feeling I fall.

And the more I get stuck, In the impertinent thought, I cannot succeed, Not at all.

While I might have been special, Two decades or so ago,

I am now a grain of sand, on the wide beach:

Of other people, And projects, And posts– Of live streams, And feeds, And digital shows.

I am going under as bit, In any such cluster I fit–

–Carla Fischer »From My Pencil Case« carlafischer.tumblr.com

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carlafischerBronze CommaAuthoress · System Programmer
10 months agoReply
Hey @bernardtwindwil, welcome back! :) I am glad you like the piece, thank you so much for your commenting!! <3 I do agree on the Twitter thing (with Twitter just being one example, there are even weirder creatures out there). They recently introduced a thing called 'moments' and I have not really found out the true use of it. Probably not because of the feature itself. The many bits I featured in this post would take over should I ever employ it: Who knows me, huh? Not to mention all those moments such a single unknown bit of all the N bits might create? All that aside, I know the feeling of, sometimes involuntarily, gaining distance from one's own being marvellous geek while becoming some sort of rusted nerd. Time is fleeting while what I have understood today no longer is what those marketing guys call 'en vogue'. I have been into programming for nearly 25 years and feel as if I were 75 by now (yielding a nice 34-years surplus feeling). My assembly language skills parallel excelling in Latin, a nice, complex, flexible, compact, yet evenly dead language. And at the same time I see the same problems of the early 1990ies (even mid 1970ies according to my historic research) unresolved still: Common people as well as peers ride brand new horses without having mastered the mules. Boh! Yeah, beatnik would be fine, I'm in!

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
10 months agoReply
I have missed your cleverly intelligent posts. Oh, I feel the explosion of the information culture. I am far away from that dude who was computer literate to an old man who can barely keep current with how to use twitter. I loved this poem of course your meter and rhyme was spot on. If I had a do over I think I would choose to be a beatnik or a cowboy. Great post!!!!