Posted on February 19, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
Google has us frozen
Inside an eternal summer
Where shadows are fixed
Caught in a looping noon
Where our cursor stalks ghosts
Following the red minivan
By all of us who watch
With the strangest interest
For nothing to happen.
Its license plate blurred
Until that uncaptured turn
Out of noon, onto another street.
You pass me by with your cursor
I am here in the garden
Walking to the store, riding my bike
It’s warm today
But then, it’s always warm here.
I am all you’ve detected
Everything you’ve made me into
As part of your search
My face blurred
I am anyone and everyone
Busy with sun and shadow
I’m where you think I should be
I’m who you think I should be
Until you move your curser
Further from my street
Where noon will lose me
Category: PoetryTags: Art, Google, Life, Love, Maps, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Social Media, Writing
Good job… 🖤
“Caught in a looping noon” – this line is so perfectly expressed. A world of without sunsets, no thank you. What a fun topic to explore.
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How postmodern of you.
Perhaps Google has removed the filter and we are seeing people in reality. 😉
One can never know. They disappear before you get a chance to talk to them.
Strange and foreign world. Not many tourists there?
Pleasantville redux. Lark’s Tongues in Aspic. Well drawn, even better seen.
Too many people are fixated on the pages they are sharing their poetry on, instead of going out in the world and finding inspirations to write about in the first place.
…facelessly behind the drawn slats of a Venetian blind….
Nicely expressed, Elan. Sorry I haven’t contributed for the past few months. Had to find a new place to live and then dump 85% of a lifetime of stuff, then pack and move, and, and and … now I live on a faceless street…..
I suppose, though I’ve never actually played any game in that series. Going along with your game analogy, I’d say it’s more like an MMO, at least, to me, considering all the other players – too many to pay close attention to, so they’re merely there in the background.
Kind of like Sims, right?
On a similar note, I wonder if some people are uncomfortable knowing they might be in a picture on Google Maps…
What I find most striking about your poem is the facelessness of the people and cars in Google Maps images. The unknown ones, if you will. I never thought about it this way…
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mmh. I didn’t take your comment as cheesy. I like the dichotomy of rain and sunshine you put forth. Something you and I may share in common.
I deserved so much more judgment for the cheese in my last comment. You have alot of self control and I appreciate that ☺
Yes. You’re absolutely right.
That’s a fair message. I took it as a criticism, that of the media affecting our opinions of places we’ve never been and squeing them for those we know. Like the maps themselves you can view this piece from many angles 🤣
Thanks. It’s really its own world. You can take my poem as a criticism or just an observation. Perhaps, it’s more about how we are in a constant state of judging one another?? Or even, judging ourselves.
I love this. I always feel uneasy tracing a route on a sunny day on my screen as the rain hammers down outside. It’s always sunny in silicon valley with clocks stopped at quarter to three
I bet there’s a lot of “stories” we don’t hear about when it comes to that app. Thanks Jazz!
I wonder if cars in driveways on Google ever cause distress for the people living in the houses who don’t really own that car …
This is a great poetic snapshot of a snapsho!
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