Netaphor Capitalism

The browser takes off its hat.

The code falls to its knees.

Bits lolligag and gradually drift.

A ping is sent without return.

A subroutine is putting on a mask.

A domain is being unreachable.

An address is listening for a pulse.

A connection is set in stone.

That open window’s ears are burning.

This skin is getting its architecture back.

The player is idle on the desktop.

The files are laying all over the place.

The folders are taking our remaining money into small sacks.

I Hear an Argument Coming On

From Janet Burroway's Imaginative Writing: Elements of Craft:

Especially and to a heightened degree in poetry, this density, this more-than-one-thing-at-a-time, raises the intensity of feeling.  Poet Donald Hall observes that, "In logic no two things can occupy the same point at the same time, and in poetry that happens all the time.  This is almost what poetry is for, to be able to embody contrary feelings in the same motion."

I don't use this textbook, but this passage is great for disagreeing with, especially if you've got examples in front of you and poets sitting around in plastic rolling chairs at 4pm on a Monday afternoon ready to be talking about such things amidst the percolating from their stomachs.