This book has grown; not as a sequel; but from the same roots. It embodies my decision to be more confrontational – and my beliefs of human worth, and worth of creativity and independent thought.
In some ways; this book gives graphical life to the documentary evidence set down in “Tompkins County and Tammany Hall”; but it also is more open to solution and love than a recounting of the past, even an impassioned one, can be.
To those who say; “How dare you claim that we are doing evil” – I reply: “How dare you do what you are doing; and claim otherwise.”
“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca”: another Satirical – Teaching – Thinking – Investigative – Activity – Game – Puzzle – Poem – Essay – Troublesome – Inspiring – Non-Conforming – Ranting – Embarrassing – Inexcusable – book.
If someone were to ask you to do something; if there were even the smallest chance of it injuring your child – you would say; “No, I won’t gamble with the life of my child.” But when technologies inherently risk all life on earth – you are willing to take that small chance; for a small benefit.
If words like “Extinction,” and “Apocalypse” are written too big for anything but videogames and movies: you need to step back a bit.
We now have the power to do incalculable things — and we have authorities who are eager to use that power.
Government isn’t impersonal; it’s personal. It’s a matter of life and death. . . January 15, 2022.
I first began to notice cell phones in the videotape rental stores; people would read out loud from an empty tape case, wait a moment, then their eyes would glaze and they would wander off. The same behavior started popping up in grocery stores; like a kind of wandering question and answer game show. People sitting alone in restaurants would feel compelled to describe what they were eating, and every detail of the table décor, to avid listeners who may themselves be sitting in other restaurants and describing their own dining experience. • The culmination, if you can call it that, took place in a doctor’s waiting room — where a middle aged woman took a cell phone out of her purse and screamed a long repetitive conversation to a deaf relative. • Over the years; I have been engulfed in the frisson of vocal public dramas, and have more than once overheard parts of conversations that made me wish I could have overheard more — but I have never heard an interesting cell phone conversation. • Where are we going with this? That’s the question in the poem, isn’t it?