Poetry, the Past and the Future

Hello,

at the gloaming of the nineteenth centure Prof. Ayrton said:

There is no doubt that the day will come, maybe when you and I are forgotten, when copper wires, gutta-percha coverings, and iron sheathings will be relegated to the Museum of Antiquities. Then, when a person wants to telegraph to a friend, he knows not where, he will call an electromagnetic voice, which will be heard loud by him who has the electromagnetic ear, but will be silent to everyone else. He will call: 'Where are you?' and the reply will come, 'I am at the bottom of the coal-mine' or 'Crossing the Andes' or 'In the middle of the Pacific'; or perhaps no reply will come at all, and he may then conclude that his friend is dead.

Aren't we already there? Only roughly 100 years later. What will be in another 100 years?

Regards
Gyro

PS: People tend to think I'm strange, because I think the above quote is poetry .

 

I think we're pretty much there, although I'm not sure about down a mine. Be ok with a cable phone.

In another 100 years things will probably be equally as unimaginable to us as the modern world would have been to people of a century ago.
Either that or we'll be on the verge of extinction.

 

So I organised a threesome,
With Pleasure and her friend,
We had good fun and learned a lot,
'til stuff came out the end.


I feel bad for adding that on, cos it's killing that tasty rhythmic ending of the original. The third line takes you off a ramp, and you freefall for a little bit, and then drop into the landing and it ends. Bravo Mr. Hamilton, and Miss Piaf, for giving me that little bit of fun.

 

“Civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights, we drive the holiness and the beauty of night back to the forests and the seas; the little villages, the crossroads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of the night? Do they fear the vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars?”

―Henry Beston



Hotwater :2thumbsup:

 

..As for the human case, the generations of men come and go and are in eternity no more than bacteria upon a luminous slide, and the fall of a republic or the rise of an empire - so significant to those involved - is not detectable upon the slide even were there an interested eye to behold that steadily proliferating species which would either end in time or, with luck, become something else , since change is the nature of life, and its hope.....

Gore Vidal - 'The Golden Age'.

 

Hyd, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere;
Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun;
Hyd, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere;
Penalopee, and Marcia Catoun,
Mak of your wyfhod no comparisoun;
Hyde ye your beautes, Isoude and Eleyne;
My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.

Thy faire body, lat hit nat appere,
Lavyne; and thou, Lucresse of Rome toun,
And Polixene, that boghten love so dere,
And Cleopatre, with al thy passioun,
Hyde ye your trouthe of love and your renoun;
And thou, Tisbe, that hast of love swich peyne;
My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.

Herro, Dido, Laudomia, alle y-fere,
And Phyllis, hanging for thy Demophoun,
And Canace, espyed by thy chere,
Ysiphile, betraysed with Jasoun,
Maketh of your trouthe neyther boost ne soun;
Nor Ypermistre or Adriane, ye tweyne;
My lady cometh, that al this may distevne.

 

the bottom of a coal mine has a somewhat deadening effect upon electromagnetic radiation, but otherwise, we are each here using that to which was alluded.

in another hundred or less, humanity will most likely be struggling to resurrect itself, from what too much consumption of combustion has already wrought.

that or nature will be abiding patiently the rise of some other species to sapience, to fill the gap left, by our self imposed extinction.

in either event, nature will in time, flush itself of our poisons. flushing itself of us, is a prospect we may yet avoid. should we ever develop the will to do so.

 

I am glad you liked it =)