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elysia

from infra​-​mince by ditchburn

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The blue and white trees
Line the motorways
On the way to Elysia.

Ars geographica.
Ars electronica.

Do you not wonder
As you pass on the outskirts,
At the masses of the digital
Hacking out pixels
From rotting monitors,
Labouring where no matter exists.

So great was your power.
So wide your fame.
Elysia™.

On the skyline
Is the memory-bank,
Compressing the fossilised dreams
Of former peoples,
Data upon data.

The gates are open
To the market place.
The eye spends itself,
Each click a graft,
Each sight a removal.

There’s a lure in the sponsored avenues,
Signposts to little Berlins.
Recreations of destructions
As coffee shop conversations,
As brainstorms.

Street vendors sell their images
Far along the malls.
Authentic as an African famine,
They give the same rush as fast-food
And then they die.

All around the fringes
Artists terrorise the poor
With their interventions.
Their concentration camp experiments
In advertisements.

And the centre is never found.
Colonists capitalise the shifting
Industrial deserts,
Framing vacuums with their
Conceptual power.

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from infra​-​mince, released June 1, 2003

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