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an old master
living alone in a forest
on a tall mountain slope
entertained a visitor
twice a year
shared his wisdom
his experience of being
alone in a forest
on a tall mountain slope
a thousand years later
we click-click-click-click
on email
from our children
spouses
ex-spouses
friends from
all over the globe
we click-click-click-click
on news
on newsgroups
on forums
on blogs
on bills
on ads
and on a random poem
from centuries ago
by a visitor
who had seen an old master
living alone
on the slope of a tall mountain
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2006-10-23
A provocative challenge to the assumption of linear progress in our communication (and pride) with the aid of all the tools are we that much better? At least the ancient people talked and saw each other face to face. We on the other hand are clicking all day long – alone…On the other hand, at least we get to hear (or read) from our children friends ex-es and old masters. Is the jury still out?
despite the method of coming upon the "old master's" poem, it has come around again.
do you think the author of the old poem would mind how the reader came upon the work?
something exquisite to ponder
Something so old fashioned and pictureque about this lovely rendering. Flash forward to the present ~ with its many forms of communications. Lovely lines.
Modern life and wisdom is like the child being chided by his elders;
click-click-click-click
It's all in one ear and out the other
And the wisdom gained is a vacuous roar.