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birth announcement
the loneliness
of social media
—JOANN GRISETTI
Somewhere there is a great spoof about social media, where a woman meets a man who doesn't use it, just talks to her properly. Yet she is suspicious as are her friends, denying he can exist. It succeeds because we are suspicious too. Someone with no Facebook or Twitter friends and does no virtual actions, only physical ones. It's a great spoof.
Social media has its place, but the really good news is spread word of mouth, between lovers, or child and parent in person.
Gosh, well both FB and Twitter have disgraced themselves recently as we know only too well. But I think the communication between haiku writers will endure despite adversity.
I so love this poem. You were able to capture exactly how I feel about Social Media and the way it never satisfies anyone. Reminds me of Eleanor Rigby. Thanks for sharing.
Babies need to be held and cuddled, not reduced to pixels and fonts; without touch, they cannot even grow or develop properly. One wonders if, even as adults, we are the same. Nothing can replace the face-to-face introductions of our wee newcomers. But even old-school announcements, once hand-written and delivered via mail, included human touch as part of that exchange. Quantum suppositions of entanglement aside, these new electronic communications of ours are devoid of that touch. Joann's haiku convey's this notion perfectly, and leaves us feeling the ache of that separation.
October 16th, 2017 at 8:47 am
love this, hit me right in my heart. Well done!
October 16th, 2017 at 9:14 am
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birth announcement
the loneliness
of social media
—JOANN GRISETTI
Somewhere there is a great spoof about social media, where a woman meets a man who doesn't use it, just talks to her properly. Yet she is suspicious as are her friends, denying he can exist. It succeeds because we are suspicious too. Someone with no Facebook or Twitter friends and does no virtual actions, only physical ones. It's a great spoof.
Social media has its place, but the really good news is spread word of mouth, between lovers, or child and parent in person.
Deeply wonderful poem, so much said, and unsaid.
warm regards,
Alan
October 16th, 2017 at 10:52 am
Well if Facebook and Twitter are what prove existence, I guess that makes me the invisible man!
Suess-Like
in the dust speck
on the clover
in the elephant's trunk
yelling "YOP!"
October 16th, 2017 at 12:02 pm
Gosh, well both FB and Twitter have disgraced themselves recently as we know only too well. But I think the communication between haiku writers will endure despite adversity.
October 16th, 2017 at 1:25 pm
I hope you know that, member of Luddites-R-Us that I am, I was making fun of my antisocial(media) self!
breaking the moon
in half, I offer you
the bigger piece…
October 16th, 2017 at 2:22 pm
Dear Autumn,
I am wary of social media, so I appreciated both your direct and ironic response.
I am still in awe of your huge support of my dark news haiku, and I am forever in your debt.
deepest bow,
Alan
October 16th, 2017 at 9:27 am
I so love this poem. You were able to capture exactly how I feel about Social Media and the way it never satisfies anyone. Reminds me of Eleanor Rigby. Thanks for sharing.
October 22nd, 2017 at 6:46 am
Yes – Eleanor Rigby, Michelle!
Reminded me of this one I wrote several years ago…
Father MacKenzie
writing the words of a haiku
that no one will read
Marion Clarke
First published in
With Cherries on Top
Press Here, 2012
Edited by Michael Dylan Welsh
October 16th, 2017 at 10:45 am
Babies need to be held and cuddled, not reduced to pixels and fonts; without touch, they cannot even grow or develop properly. One wonders if, even as adults, we are the same. Nothing can replace the face-to-face introductions of our wee newcomers. But even old-school announcements, once hand-written and delivered via mail, included human touch as part of that exchange. Quantum suppositions of entanglement aside, these new electronic communications of ours are devoid of that touch. Joann's haiku convey's this notion perfectly, and leaves us feeling the ache of that separation.
October 16th, 2017 at 5:04 pm
When you read; this letter I have written; hand to hand.
October 17th, 2017 at 2:25 am
Yes, sadly perfect for our times.
Googling my name still I can't find myself
October 22nd, 2017 at 6:48 am
Sad but very effective, Joann.
marion