Thursday, 24 April 2014

Poem / The Back Of The Internet




The Back of the Internet
I just went around the back of the internet.
I must have pressed a wrong button
but suddenly this other page came up.
It was like being on the other side of a mirror.
like stepping through a one-way mirror
and being on the other side looking in.

I was on the inside of the other side
and you were all there staring into your screens.
You had goldfish bowl faces, glowing white and ghostly,
illuminated by interwebs and the information mines
which shone like gold in your glittering eyes.
I grinned and waved, but you’d never see me here,
not even, if you used Google Earth.

I just went around the back of the internet.
I didn't like it and I shan't go back.
It was dimly lit by a pale dusty old sun
The air smelled of wires 
old tooth fillings and burnt plastic.
There were no windows or doors.
It was a ghost land, a dried out sea bed,
a gritty desert and wasteland.

I was outside, on the other side.
I found two dead wasps. Not one, but two,
And I wondered if the wasps were friends 
when they were on the other side.
Then I pushed an abandoned shopping trolley about for a bit.
It had a wonky wheel. 

I just went around the back of the internet.
Nobody has seen behind the mesh for over twenty five years.
It was derelict and as out-dated as a page of a newspaper.

I took a selfie of me,
me on the other side, 
around the back of the internet.

I walked for a bit and kicked a rock down a hole.
There were no buttons to push
and there was nothing to like or favourite.
It was boring #hashtag boring #hashtag other side.
Please retweet. 

I went around the back of the internet.
And it was just my feet doing the walking thing,
to nowhere and into nothing and for nobody.
I was on my own with my own head doing thinking
which was a bit like tweeting 
but all in my own head box
and on a timeline only I could see 
inside up there in my thoughts
and I couldn’t share it or edit it 
or change my avatar
to the selfie of me, me on the other side 
and around the back by the bins.

It started to water from the ceiling.
Fat drops fell from a film of sky above,
Well, needless to say, I didn’t like that,
water falling from up there 
onto my actual face. 
hashtag rain.

I just went around the back of the internet.
I won’t go there again, its alright
I'm back online now.


(C) Salena Godden / London / April 2014
  
Commissioned poem written to mark the 25th anniversary of Tim Berners Lee World Wide Web for BBC Click Radio / BBC World Service. Broadcast April 22nd 2014 /  Listen again HERE


Lunch time radio catch up listening…For those that missed it, here’s my latest book news, poetry and more, a lovely 20min interview with Janice Forsyth broadcast on BBC Radio Scotland and The Culture Studio with Janice Forsyth => LISTEN AGAIN HERE 


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May 8th / BANG SAID THE GUN / The Roebuck / London
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May 16th / WORD LIFE / Shakespeares / Sheffield
May 22nd / LC COLLECTIVE ALBUM LAUNCH / Jazz Cafe / London