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“Google had discovered a way to translate its non~market interactions with users into surplus raw material for the fabrication of products aimed at genuine market transactions with its real customers: advertisers.The translation of behavioral surplus from outside to inside the market finally enabled Google to convert investment into revenue. The corporation thus created out of thin air and at zero marginal cost an asset class of vital raw materials derived from users’ nonmarket online behavior.” Master or Slave? The Fight for the Soul of Our Information Civilization
“Cambridge Analytica has sold itself as the ultimate hi-tech consultant, winning votes by using data to pinpoint target groups and design messages that will appeal powerfully to their interests, although it denies using Facebook information in its work.” MORE The Guardian
I.
[Nature is innoculation]
The sun, the moon, the wind, they never molder
They’re never persuaded off-course, let them
Be your tallit, your scapular, your prayer rug, be
The great ocean when it licks the shore with love
Unperturbed by difference . . .
II.
[Loneliness is your only friend]
In the face of algorithms, surveillance capitalism,
Political hacking, be in the world, not of it, the plague
Of lies and distortions, amoral predict-and-control,
Trust you to be the Truth and the Mercy, you are
The lived ethic . . .
© 2019, Jamie Dedes
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
Well, here we are 2020, living in a hacked world that has been evolving for the past twenty years or so, hacking that is driving our consumption, our politics and policies, and that doesn’t represent us democratically and certainly isn’t representative our true values. Your thought, defenses, potential solutions … Share them this week in your poem/s …
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Hello Jamie! A late entry but I wanted to post it here and get back on track with writing and responding to your thought provoking prompts. No worries if it’s too late. This one is title:
“Liar, Liar”
Cough, cough, ahem,
Excuse me,
You’re on fire
Yes, you, holding the cell phone
And scrolling
Scrolling
Is it Facebook? Instagram?
Twitter? Tiktok?
Or maybe just the news?
Oh, you don’t notice the smell?
The smoke coming from your pants?
Those pants twisted from all the gymnastics you do –
Well, not actual gymnastics
But the mental gymnastics you do
So you can sleep at night
Oh wait, that’s right
You don’t sleep
You’re scrolling
At 2 AM
Your body, your mind
Your life
Hacked
Into believing
You’re the only one entitled to the American Dream
I hope you’re having a good start to 2020! – Irma
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No worries. Working on the post now. 🙂 So glad to read this.
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Thank you for including it! My family schedule has changed so between that and the holidays, I need to find a better time to write. 😁
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I remember what it was like trying to write and a day job, raising a child, caring for my mom. Not easy. I used to get up at 3 a.m. to work before the day started. When my son went to college, he said for months he kept waking up at three “hearing” the typewriter. Those were the days of Correcting Selectric before personal computers. Good luck with all. Seems to me you’re doing a fine job of it. The thing is, it just never seems perfect but whatever adaptions we make do work when we look back in retrospect.
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Respected Jamie ji ,please remove article ‘the’ in the last line.
mouse lives in wi-fi
thank you
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Will do, Anjum Ji. Thanks for coming out to play and adding your voice to this important subject.
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Respected Jamie Ji
Haiku
E- Plague Massacre
No hack ride nor tool
a horse would pass through rush hour
masked rider, no fool.
No Pied Piper to kill
wired theft e-connect exposed
bankrupt, ethics raped.
hotmail then Yahoo
info data all gone, lost
paper pen, safer?
No! Black or White Hat
safe, not kidnapped to Kenya
e-mail hit by hack,
This plague will not die
communications may fly
mouse lives in the wi-fi
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Light in the darkness
A hot smoke is emitting from our land
Smoke of the volcano is terrible – its natural
But fumes of pseudo politics-jelousy and diplomacy is more deadly
The sun in the sky is the source of energy
But today we need a sun on the ground
A real politician
A true leader
Who can shine light in the darkness of despair
He may the one who can bring a strong cool shower on the hot smoke
From the wound of earthly heart .
Kakali Das Ghosh
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My first response Jamie :
Light in the darkness *
A hot smoke is emitting from our land
Smoke of the volcano is terrible – its natural
But fumes of pseudo politics-jelousy and diplomacy is more deadly
The sun in the sky is the source of energy
But today we need a sun on the ground
A real politician
A true leader
Who can shine light in the darkness of despair
He may the one who can bring a strong cool shower on the hot smoke
From the wound of earthly heart .
Kakali Das Ghosh
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:: hack ::
although
twitter account,
hotmail hacked,
hacked me off,
will continue to write
low-quality, quickly
put-together articles,
hack llanelltyd.
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“A PLAGUE O’ BOTH YOUR HOUSES!”*
by Clarissa Simmens
*Mercutio, “Romeo and Juliet” by Shakespeare
Email bloated with accusing words
My own house, party,
Insisting on money
Issues like wet tissues
Disintegrating like my love of democracy
The issue is money to win
Worse, the other house
Opposing party
Tweets full of hatred
From a man I do not follow
Yet due to dictatorial rules
He raids my daily reading
With pictures and vitriol
Bacterial words of disease
Slamming the republic
Mocking my once-great land
I will vote
I will vote my house
Though plagued
Yet there is still a chance
For healing
Despite the unfeeling
Of those we put in power…
“We better stop
Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?”**
**Buffalo Springfield, For What It’s Worth
YouTube: https://youtu.be/gp5JCrSXkJY
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“The Good Old Days”
A dry wind rushes the fallen leaves along
Like a desiccated school marm hurrying
Her children in from recess or maybe
A frightened father calling his kids to the shelter
During the insane oscillations of the incoming sirens:
Choose your metaphor based on where you live,
And I think about our politicians calling us
To return to the good old days
When people were nicer
When they listened to each other before talking
When they all knew what was right
And it was pretty much the same for all folks
But nobody tells them how to return,
That to return to those good old days
You have to be those good old people
Instead of what you’ve somehow become
Today.
January 8, 2020
(c) Mike Stone, Raanana Israel
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