Media is Message

I am retarded. The only one

it feels like who  just don’t

Get It: the  message-of-the-

media;  not the message

media mediates—the

mediation  itself:

I pods & CELL phoning the

invasion of body snatchers

going on: can you hear me

now trying to imagine what

it’s like to be alive these days

stuck  in a late 60’s model,

early 70’s, some thing of the

80’s tops, but there’s no

comparison.

I am  distracted by moving

pictures  & the sound of music

but it’s the “sent”  that’s the

message: silly word now for

such trans- action as if I can

see for miles and miles and miles.

In 1957 I learned 3 chords

from my cousin Bethany,

down for Thanksgiving

from Radcliff to teach me

Wild Wood Flower and

determine the rest of my

college career.

Oh sure: courses, too—my

day job. But a course is a course

is a course whatever content

not with standing it’s all the

same and makes no never

minding  now a days, I imagine.

But I suffer  from Inadequacy of

the Image-I-nation, my Because &

Affect: shriveled considerably;

Reason-Whys, Interpretations &

Explanatory Devices: surface

skimmers is all, loving what appears

to be and who can blame me? What

do I know? I don’t get it either.