Media is the Message not the message

Media is Message

I am retarded. Lagging culturally. 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 modality,

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 Radcliffe
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.