Posts Tagged ‘ Technology ’

Layers – Poem

Living high upon high, in a castle made of old, the sun glitters more,
There are gold flecks, trailing out across the hills just for them.
Living in their splendour, they want for nothing and don’t know pain,
Nor hope, nor light, nor the pressure from living beneath.

Living boxed in by concrete, pretending it could be silver, the sun’s faked,
Artificial food colouring pumped into the hydrogen-helium mix.
Until it builds and they’re wiped from their pitiful, elevated existence,
Easing the pain from their exhaust fuelled coughs and bloody sputters.

Living on the sea, riding the ups and downs, the sun reaches most,
Helping and aiding, guiding life along so nothing is a problem.
Hard work and toil, with a lump of luck, tans their skin until dark,
Hope, light, pain and pressure is a constant for them for now.

Living on the land, the green or the grey, occasional sun sputters through,
Nothing is handed out, nothing is taken for granted, yet their eyes see all.
Living for themselves, for the fakers and the golden, they still see hope,
And light and goodness. For now.

© Persephone Muse 16th November 2011


Blood and Water

Blood is thicker than water, so the saying goes, but then there’s also those that say you can’t choose your family and that friends are the family that you choose to be there. I don’t know who says these things, but someone special out there did at some point in their lives.

I had a friend request today on a certain social site from someone who, perhaps legally, is my family. By a marriage or two, but on a family tree they would be on there, so should I accept them?

Thing is, almost two years ago I deleted a whole load of “family”. My problem with technology and all of these social sites is that you learn too much about people, either because they rabbit on too much or by revealing something that makes you start to think. There are people that I’ve blocked from my feed for their constant, kinda weird status updates, but I’ve never deleted anyone for that.

It’s their choice to tell me every single little detail of their life and it’s my choice to not see it, or the risque photos from my younger relatives. That applies to friends and family. Just as it’s their choice to read my inner most feelings and thoughts on here.

Deletion is a bit more extreme than that though and almost two years ago I set out on a mission to communicate more with people, which is a subject I’ve been thinking about a lot recently, and reached out to a load of people with messages in an attempt to utilise today’s technology. After a few weeks, I checked those from whom I had no reply to see if they had been online. The ones that had been without bothering to respond got deleted.

Harsh? It’s called a friends list and if you can’t say hello back to me then how can you be a friend?

Three of the deleted happened to, officially, be family and now one of them has added me again. Does it matter if someone’s classed as family, does that mean you have to keep them in your list? It comes down to more than just some list on an internet site that may or may not reach a popularity expiry date, no it comes down to a lot more than that.

It comes down to whether or not I class them as family. For the record, there is no blood linking me to those deleted. We’re related by two marriages so there is not even a bit of blood. The fact that it took one of the three this long to realise that they were no longer my friend reaks of how little I concern them and how I couldn’t really care less. I’ve always ascribed to the making your own family train of thought.

Although I’d never delete someone with whom I actually share blood.

Is this how much power modern technology holds over people, that popularity is measured and monitored? Isn’t technology supposed to bring people closer, allowing family and friends who live across the country from each other better access and ability to communicate rather than show people that family don’t care? Does this person who’s just realised they’re not my friend only want me as a friend again because they feel they should, or to make the numbers up on their lists because there are plenty of other ways to actually be my friend? As the status of a friend said yesterday – “friends are in life not just on fakebook.” I hope she doesn’t mind me quoting her!

It would be different if they were my true family, but I’m far happier with the family I have and the friends I allow to enter it. I’m proud of my short friends list and appreciate the fact that through poetry and blogs, I share more than simple, short statuses do.

Now, back to utilising technology,


~ PersephoneM

Why? Turning on your phone…

Not to go on about it or anything, but I got back from holiday yesterday — what? You hadn’t heard! Where have you been hiding? — and it raised a few questions concerning mobile phones.

I’d already been thinking about it, I have the same thoughts on every flight I take, but it was only when my mum told me that she had no idea if I’d arrived on holiday safely or not because I didn’t text.

Why would I turn on my phone in Mexico whilst on holiday at all?

When I go to Europe, I do turn on my phone. I know that there are charges, but I’ve told myself that they can’t be much when I live in Europe. However, the charges from Mexico? Well, that’s a different continent and hemisphere so there’s no way I’m opening myself for the charges for receiving and sending messages. Maybe I should invest in one of these Smart phone thingies and use the wifi to access facebook et al.

But I don’t and I wanted two weeks of the television and new fancy cameras being the most technology I accessed. This is difficult for a girl who writes on her laptop alot. Except the husband did use the wifi to watch a football match on his ipod — only because the onsite sports bar weren’t showing it and I used the time to have a much needed nap.

My biggest “issue” surrounding phones on holidays is: Why turn it on so damn freaking soon?

By the time we landed in Mexico and got through customs, England was 6 hours ahead and it was the middle of the night back home so all those people on the coach to the hotel who forced me to endure the constant text alerts of “You’re now on XYZ network and messages will cost £ABC” were texting their loved ones to say they arrived safely on their tropical holiday and probably woke up whoever it was. And what did they say in their messages?

“Just landed. On way to hotel. Been raining. Sun’s setting.”

If they’d have waited for the morning, not only would their loved one have been up and having lunch, but they could have learnt about the tropical sunshine and first meal at the resort whilst they were suffering in the rain and cooking a sunday roast.

What is the urgency?

Or those people who simply must turn on their phone the instant the seatbelt light goes off in England despite the notices to not turn it on until they’re in the airport. Why? What is with the desire of breaking the rules? Why can’t some people go the length of the flight out of electronic contact with someone?

Then, in the passport check line back in England, where it clearly says no phones or cameras (I believe it’s for the security of the entire country not just to mess with your day), there’s some guy happily chatting on his phone. Why was he so willing to risk being shot or arrested? Probably to throw off suspicions of drug dealing or something. I’ve only turned my phone on once before I’ve been at baggage collection and that was because England didn’t want to let my husband (English from birth) back in the country and I was starting to panic.

Is it just me that’s so happy to be lost from the world for two weeks and one day?

If so, what is so wrong with that?

Why on Wednesday,

~PersephoneM x

Today, Yesterday, Tomorrow – Poem

Today, we laugh out loud all day long,
Today, we encourage everyone to know everything,
Today, we publicise private photos,
Today, we don’t know our own best friend.

Yesterday, we used phones to speak,
Yesterday, we bored people with slide shows,
Yesterday, we made time to see loved ones,
Yesterday, we had no way to judge our popularity.

Tomorrow, we will have no need for tongues,
Tomorrow, we will have model strength hands,
Tomorrow, we will have strangers in our circles,
TMW, imo, we will be jus gr8, never l8 and be bffs, but ?4U

Is this what we want?
2 b 2 busy 2 learn and c?
What do I really know about you?
What do you really know about me?

© PersephoneM 23rd September 2011

Note: Apologies for the text speak, but it is for the poem and not through choice. The day I actually use text speak rather than proper, true, educated english, feel free to shoot me and string me up from a hangman game!