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“unalloyed pleasure”

“As the internet grows in the next 10, 15 years and virtual reality pornography becomes a reality, we’re going to have to develop some real machinery inside our guts to turn off pure unalloyed pleasure or—I don’t know about you—but I’m going to have to leave the planet. Because the technology is just going to get better and better, and it’s going to get easier and easier to sit alone with images on a screen given to us by people who do not love us but want our money. Which is fine in low doses, but if it’s the main staple of your diet, you’re going to die. In a very meaningful way you’re going to die.”

 

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Source:

  • End of the Tour. Dir. James Ponsoldt. Perf. Jason Segel. A24. 2015. Film.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 60

“need thee dry yellow reaches/of them who let the ditch/create”

Gary Kubiak

#a cult of creators

ply 
to their scaled 
       them eat the 
future
This is 
them 
thee dry yellow reaches of disregarded culture This is 
thee dry 
yellow reaches of them and them 
Let them not seek revenge
    in the Midwest Cross thundering 
to they 
	 need to eat 
they do 
not 
seek revenge

#a herd of irradiated hamsters 

their scaled trying 
to thee dry yellow reaches of the 
         ditch of disregarded culture 
This is not revenge, them and thee dry yellow 
          reaches of disregarded cult of creators 
seeking herd creators

#them thundering thee dry yellow reaches of the Midwest

need thee dry yellow reaches 
   of them who let the ditch 
create

The 
herd disregards irradiates tosses thunder to 
the 
ditch 
  of 
        Let them reach our creator 

#cross them and they do not seek revenge

A herd of disregarded 
      cult of 
          creators A 
herd 
of creators 
A herd of disregarded culture This 
is them they 
do not 
need 
    them Let 
      thee 
  dry 
      yellow reaches of creators 
      herd 
        disregarded culture This 
       is 
     the 
Midwest Cross 
thundering 
on thee dry yellow 

#they simply toss you off into the ditch of disregarded culture

        Cross the Midwest Cross thunder to please 
the ditch 

	This is thundering the ditch of creators 

Cross 
         you 
   thee dry yellow reaches 

#this is the way to the future

          tails do not seek revenge 
         disregarded 
cult 
          of 
        revenge, the Midwest—A cross 
      thee dry 
yellow reaches of disregarded creators 
      herd of 
creators 
  A herd 
          of them eating thee 
dry yellow reaches 
      This 
is 
the ditch of them eat the ditch Cross 
thundering 
      to 
          the Midwest Cross you off 
    into the ditch 

#we no longer need the dumbest among us

thundering their 
          scales them Let thee dry yellow reaches 
         of creators herd of irradiated hamsters through disregarded culture 
This is thundering 
       they do not seek revenge, them Let them scald the Midwest 
Cross thundering and into the ditch

#we've stopped trying to please them

   thundering to please 
the ditch 
and the dumbest among us 
We don't 
  need to seek 
revenge, thee 
    dry 
yellow reaches 
of 
creators
       herd 
   creators

#let them eat their scaled tails

        the way to 
please them 
          eat 
them there  
on the dry yellow 
reaches 
       of the 
Midwest Cross
thunder with
revenge
toss culture 
into the ditch 
of the creator