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'Bawdy, bullying, smelling of cats'

And now, a few words from Irish poet  Kevin Barrington on this rowdy, infant medium of ours.

I Love The Internet

By Kevin Barrington

Opium to DeQuincy

Sin to Milton

Congo to Conrad

Aran to Synge

I love the internet

Castles to Shakespeare

Deceit to LeCarre

Dublin to Joyce

Marketplace to Chaucer

Did we say

‘Daffodils to Wordsworth?’

We couldn’t forget that.

Or mounted jihad to Tennyson

Or the weird wild wonder

of the whole g** damn show

to Dylan

I love the internet

Wild, lewd, bawdy, bullying, smelling of cats.

Cranks, crank, meth, conspiracy, snipers, knoll.

Fascists made cartoon on ripe digital soil.

Erudite waltzing with trite.

In eternal ballroom

Dedicated skiers on seas of trivial loon.

Self help soma screaming thinnin tv hair repair.

And always the smiles of the filippino brides

And promises of untold nigerian riches.

Flashing wheel spinning ace poker squared

You Have Been Chosen

But

Shhhhhhh

Somewhere down there in the fly fishing section

the first faint whispers

(If ears are right)

of hushed talk

of

bold revolution.

I love the internet

The sheer

dull

scintillating

infantile

anarchy

of

it

all.

Boisterous Brughel medieval market.

Futuristic Middle Ages

Directed

by

Friar Tuck.

And offset, whispers

of

Robin

lurking

in

wood.

I love the internet.

Cos it’s ours.