I am at a loss.
Here I sit, listening to pianoized Leonard Cohen,
Trying to wax romantic about my daily life.
Alright then: this is what it’s like.
“Wired,” I type a transcript of my
thoughts into a glaring screen.
Writing words I think I might have said
Given the chance -
But there’s always something off. Always fibbing,
Stretching just outside the bounds of my
Genuine state of being. And other people,
metres, miles away,
Read them off in the spirit written:
Transcript-like, dead, read on their glaring screen
They add a voice conjoured from the head that
Seems to match the texture of my words -
It’s like writing poems. There you are,
Reading these words, clawing desperate in mind
The voice, my voice, that matches this tune.
It isn’t there.
If it was, you’d be writing these things,
not me - but I am.
I reserve the right to change my words at will.
but they are undeniably mine;
Which brings us back to the Golden Rule of
You Own Your Own Words.
What that leaves out is that They own you,
Control the view of You,
and twist you into a product of imagination
Rooted in Seattle, San Francisco,
Those places aren’t mine,
I am here, I am I,
But still they try
To project me onto their image of Knut-ness.
You wanna know me, you trek over here,
We’ll talk over drinks and then you’ll hear
My poems rambling in your ear.
Knut Mork. Oslo, Jan 20 1994. On assignment from Norwegian Broadcasting.
(I found this online in about 1997 - and managed to track it down again via the wayback machine’s cache.)
Identity-based social networks
- I am who I say: person comes first
- Context-specific (e.g. work, school)
- Network is made up of relationships between people
- Connections are active and human
Interest-based social networks
- I am what I do or like or own: stuff comes first
- Can be subject-specific (e.g. music, design) or media-specific (e.g. photos, video)
- Network is made up of relationships between stuff - coincidental overlappings
- Connections are passive and automated (mostly)