The Ether Frame   Cathode Ray Tears

Poetry for a Digital Age

Written by Nate Cull
Last updated 27 March 1998


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In a prism of tears
  light, cold, angular                Poetry
    shatters to spirit                is the art of
      as matter redefines             repackaging
                                      the obvious
 In a glass-edged vacuum              and selling it as
   dark dies hard                     insight
     etched raster-quick
       in phosphor time               It's a growing market
                                      now that used
   Beyond the interface               idealogies
     lies truth                       (slightly flawed)
       vision                         are going
         rhyme                        cheap


Original Poetry
All poems on this page are Copyright (C) 1993-1998 by Nate Cull but released to the Web for free distribution, without modification, as long as proper attribution is made and a link to this web page is included.

I write poems... why? Why does anyone? I mean? Do anything?

I write poems because I'm depressed and I need to get the pain out of my head and into someone else's. I write poems because I'm happy and I want to snapshot the memory so it will last forever, like a Photo-CD on Mars. I write poems sometimes just because the words are there, are words, tumbling in a slow-motion microgravity spiral through my cortex. Just because.

I don't believe poems exist just to be, a poem has to mean, and all mine do. At least at the time. Meant something. To me. But that's not just what a poem is, a poem is first and fundamentally a jackplug between two brains and if it doesn't get that meaning from me to you then it isn't. A poem I mean. But if it does and only if it does, it is. Know what I mean?

Are these poems poems? Ask me and I'll tell you yes. Of course I would; after all they're bits of my head aren't they?

But that's not important, because I'm not here right now. Only my words are, echoing softly in the back of your retina, which is the closest I can get to immortality short of dying. Which I have my own ideas about, and one day I'll find out, but like I said that's not important. Only. Words. Are. Poems. Words only poems. Are. Are they?

What do you think?


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Non Provable Theorems
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(poems that go thunk)

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(groups of letters that have arbitarily called themselves poems)

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(alphabetical index of all poems)


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