Arts
A poetry reading of the poem Detached from Behind the facade by Camille Barr Detached There was a time when bare feet walked the land A wrong step was felt, and quickly corrected Discomfort brought the recognition of appreciation Now artificial barriers block the critical thought All senses safely muted as is all sensibility Distortion of distance came through first loud and clear in the earpiece fixture a practical measure it seemed of some comfort Then the message flickered through in neat text “Sorry I’m busy, I’ll catch you next time” as if time is an obedient slave, with a humorous side Time consumption now barricades In the decay of over-consumption Pictures now flicker like text no longer handled with care Sitting here alone yet connected Separation of the personal Objectification of the non-personal person Contact Us? Us equals community Community equals personal connection So where is us? An email address? Response within 24 hours Desired comfort has dissolved us the uncomfortable madness of it all Dwells deep within true desire As children talk on screens A sci-fi dream it would seem As the bikes stand still, an untouched shrine the streets no longer beckon adventure How far we have come to set ourselves So far behind The human image passes as unknown As the unfelt step is taken Unethical barriers drop on the unknown The detached body has become The detached soul Lost in the wilderness of its own making A nightmare surely to awaken Even the dead Camille Barr