D’Ranged 25.6.7482 for Camilla D’Errico
She posited a postmodern pout
a mechanized quandary
intellectual/artistic/philosophic inquiry
cyborg helmethead being
weighing on her mind
an anarchy of manga tangles
speaking unknowable truth to power
she embraces complexity
in matrices of binary contradictions
ambiguous fractured metaphysics
for a meta-human world
deconstructing her constructs
before they’re even subroutines
in an act of poetic/semiotic liberty
swirling identity round cyberspace
in an endless loop
tracing a track of thought
self-files corrupted by an
infinite stream of data input
she spins round the code
0110100101110000101010
I’m hosting MTB today at dVerse Poets Pub where we’re experimenting! Please join me.
Chromapoetica 
deconstructing her constructs
before they’re even subroutines…. for me this speaks about the search for freedom, escaping routine and a predictable life.. and even though the code is 0 and 1’s in the end… there are endless possibilities…
Embracing complexity can put one into the endless loop oftentimes; and when those files are corrupted who knows where one will spin!
ha. that is the post modern world, deconstructing our constructs…before they become sub/routines….and many of our metas–physics or otherwise are fractured…in all the endless 0s and 1s…can there not be a 2…smiles.
The loop, the loop, lost with our tail fastened in our jaw, becoming a corpulent wheel, rolling to Buddha knows where. Your references to /cyborg helmethead being/ & /meta-human world/ put me in that place of luddite dread, for after the technology becomes fully sentient, what will happen to the most of us who can’t keep up. Our grandchildren, hopefully, will inherit the answers with their world of the future; if there is one.
Aaaah, that’s cheating – you use a lot of mathematical/scientific language in your poetry anyway, so is programming language really experimenting? 😉 I particularly like the anarchy of manga and the lines:
self-files corrupted by an
infinite stream of data input
The endless loop, becoming lost in it, the dehumanization,…for a meta-human world econstructing her constructs before they’re even subroutines…before she can even finish, she has been picked apart…excellent and powerful. Great rhythm
Ha .. Using the subroutine and manga to create an images that deconstruct itself to binary, like the pixels of digital art, or the masks in Photoshop.. Really fresh view on matters.
nicely done with the tech-speak, and then reducing all to binary in the end.
If you haven’t tried yet, this reads well aloud. Love the rhythm of such lines as ‘an anarchy of manga tangles’. The sound play throughout works with the rhythm.
had me from that first postmodern pout – a whimsical and fantastical tale
We face so many mechanized quandries in modern times… the next generation will rock the world.
We are nothing bar what we are led to believe (or think) we are…(lost in the construct).
Anna :o]
And then she dancesand gives up reason AND worDs.. no longer folly of illusion.. partners her..world.. in dark valleys of low…as the mountains are toes.. and souls of feats well worn..never with shoes…of valleys low…this girl is now..
finAlly aLive..with feet of free…:)
I particularly like the last stanza which to me suggests creativity and her ability to choose her life path and destiny.
brilliant write as always, Anna! especially, “an anarchy of manga tangles
speaking unknowable truth to power”
“for a meta-human world
deconstructing her constructs” – so true, as soon as we’re born, we’re
picked a part and told to build ourselves in the shadow of others
I admire the mix of science and poetic language ~ I felt the disintegration of the self in the endless loop at the end ~ A very challenging prompt ~ So good to have you back in the pub Anna ~
I could see the androgenous manga that my daughters so loved in this – funny how the mind grabs what is familiar and then builds a world around it, we seek to find order, a bit like the computers in their binary world. Nice
A little over my head.. just kidding…but really, you got it right with your clever poem..all the tech is passing by me and leaving me in a daze
””I am like my grandmother when she got her first touch tone phone and VCR!
Hi Anna, we see all around us utopian and dystopian visions of the dizzy pace of digital evolution. Do we derange the word to dream more aptly, or is it just turning our neurons into code? Is it art or madness? Evolution or extinction? Can we adapt our cultured human minds to the white screech of digital culture? Or is this a close encounter of the third kind, what it’s like to nakedly experience an alien akin and then die? The helmethead entity is an apt metaphor, for sure, and your illustration is sweet and cyberpunk at once, so feminine and so alien. Amen.
This is great. “thought self-files corrupted by an infinite stream of data input.” Love the ending with the binary code — reminded me of programming class in college. It’s all 1s and 0s in the cyber world. Peace, Linda
If you say so, lol. Not my thing … and yet I do sort of understand it, so you have written well.
Definitely, she spins round the code!
Very clever and tight poem.
A stimulating prompt for us, Anna, and a vehicle for some terrific words for you which others have already highlighted. Personally, I like your “self-files corrupted by an infinite stream of data input”, as I frequently quote an unknown quipster’s simpler “my brain is suffering from computer overload” when I can’t think of something (I like your words better).
A perfect photo to accompany your words….brilliant words, like, “cyborg helmethead being
weighing on her mind” that depict the loop of deconstructing constructs over and over…..you rose to your own challenge spectacularly here!!