NEW POEM: “The World of Work”

(A stark self-examination in 2023, and a tribute to Joseph Pieper and Jaques Ellul)

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The World of Work now, TECH BUSINESSES

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NEW POEM: THE WORLD OF WORK

By Tyler Morrison

The world of work now overwhelms;
It spans the globe and fills each palm.
It bends men over, hunches spines;
Over faces bent over screens it looms.

The abyss gazes back behind the glass.
And when it rests, it never rests,
But sits in pockets buzzing and bugging,
Impatiently waiting to employ your focus,
Care, attention, worries.

Stopped up ears hear nothing but noise:
Music, podcasts, true crime horrors.
Some are good, some bad, 
Some something to lift your sad 
And lonely soul through electron 
Interactions
In decibels like cannonballs,
Wedged between the Audio
And the Orals, 
Pectoral Heat, Aural 
Imperfections.

Oh, this working world,
Is vices, De-vices. 
It simulates your Joy,
Assimilated with pleasure,
Pain, Rage, and Sorrow..

Oh, the dopamine hits!
Adrenaline rushes. 
And maudlin, O fake, life-comparisons!


We’ve created tools that use us more
Than they themselves could ever be used.

The difference is semantic 
Between implements, tools, and fetishes.
A butter knife, a Bowie knife, a ruby knife…
All cut and spread, but why smear the dagger?

For objects become a cult, occult, 
And rote becomes rite, 
Since  rituals seems sacred
But here feel diabolical,.
The Demonic obsessives can not see
The rest of Creation’s picture.

O, Jesus, 
Christ, I’m thirsty!
You are the healing waters, Lord, 
And I long so long to drink. 

Until I've seen a priest,
The bars will have to do the best they can... 
(Which is a little to such a man
Talking into a phone instead,
alone with his voice and the Voices
Technical…
Robotical.)

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