Disconnection

This connection
that I have through
this magic cyber-space
has transcended beyond
the point of mere diversion,
and of investigation.

To become a medium
of creation, a white page
in your virtual typewriter,
a need
to be connected
with friends and family.

I stopped using Amonline,
Msgivings,
and went over
to free internet
from BlueKy-mart,
and Netzorro,
with tons of adds instead
of space to create.
Then came Metconnect
free web for free!
Whole screen,
complete access,
yes!

With a butt,
2 phone lines
working most of the time,
but when they don’t...
Can’t visit
my writers family,
can’t blogg,
no porn.

I can’t get on!
It’s been 3 days!
Am I addicted
to the connection
through the
Net?
Years of habit
make an addiction...
You betcha..

I wonder
what’s going on
with all these people
whom I only know
through their on-line persona,
I’m stuck
between reality
and reality
that is virtually
similar.

Two feelings
akin to on-line illness,
getting “Das Boot”,
and this not connecting,
this is worse,
magnitudes worse.

The on-line connection magic,
I am me and I’m me!
A tiny speck
in the immense fabric
of the net,
among billions
forming a global tribe,
so many possibilities.

This is not so different
from physical life,
there’re millions of people
on the planet,
needing a catalyst
to open up
to strangers.

The net allows us
to lay bare our souls
and get published
at the tap of a button,
the click of a mouse,
a simple “yes”
on voice recognition technology.

It allows us a freedom
of movement
to go from here
to wherever
in electronic self.

Now I’ve fallen
through a temporal anomaly.
The year is 1983,
San Andres Island
in Jack’s computer class.
The computer is huge,
already booted the thing
by inserting a floppy disc
into the drive,
took it out and inserted
another floppy
with this word-processing program,
not an inkling
of the net-volution to come,
just huge possibilities.



No NET,
no NET?
Help!
I write my heart out,
black-out, 5#*t! 7u4c,
hadn’t saved onto yet
another floppy,
it is lost.
My God!
I’d lost writings before,
but never as fast as this.

Reminded of how long
these words stay
in the overall scheme
of life,
and still,
they must come out
so they can also play
in this plain/plane of thought.

I’m back in the present and still
no connection
3 nights!
No point connecting
this soul
to the thousands
of inhabitants of the NET.
Where is my family?
Whatta life!

And life, how virtual,
full of patterns
that we discern
as a rainbow
connecting angry clouds
and dots
in God’s mind,
nothing compared
to the whole scheme
of the universe.

It means everything
to us.

So, it’s goodbye
to free Met-disconnect,
hello pay Compuserve.
Had to break down
and get back on-line.
I am a
cyber-junkie,
wohooooo!

Good night.

© Roberto Isaza
June 2/3/4, 2005