Smashed Up Against The Everyday
And so they say-
“the incident dissolved”
the love boat smashed up
against the everyday.
You, I: we’re quits…
—unfinished poem in Vladimir Mayakovsky’s suicide note, April 14, 1930
I must apologise for the sudden intrusion of Facebook and Twitter logins in the comment box. They were inserted without my consent and I can’t get rid of the fucking things. Between them, they personify everything that I hate about the internet: the triumph of banality and relentless fuckwittery; the world of Stephen Fucking Fry and what he had for breakfast; Wayne Bleeding Rooney and the latest update on his hair transplant and a thousand worthless Hollywood nitwits who feel compelled to ‘share’.
Over my shoulder, I hear H. L. Mencken chuckling grimly. I’m considering abandoning wordpress for another platform where I don’t have this crap forced on me. Blogger is awful, so that’s out. Any suggestions? Meanwhile, give us some verse on the downside of the internet.