Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I get all google up in your address,
lick up your dada, plug in your cable.
I need to know after all these centuries.

We have science! noble inquiry!
And we have Tech. the Impaler,
sipping discreetly at the Whiskey-a-go-go on Fifth.
In the nicotine-paneled lounges and peeled billboards,
one more doomsday machine gathers dust in Detroit badlands,
Another well-paid scientist kneels under stained glass.

Teach the children well.
Teach them to rage with the machine.
We forever avenge the Dark Ages, some damn thing.
Such is my lot; I know my place in this neurotic funhouse.

I saw them onscreen,
Snake and dragon in negotiation.
Snake peels off twenties, hisses fame.
Dragon weaves, makes craters with his breath.
No political bone in his body; just the next step.
The view up there is impossible to resist.

tech-knowledgies don't know
as much as there needs to be known...
it's not their message that needs to be heard
thru the cacophony of all it's brittle noise
irking the senses until all chaos comes loose
all because of the tech world searching for fast

Science is a fine expression of our inquisitive nature. The scientist, on the other hand, is a human animal. He can be had for the right price, the right creed, the right God, or the right madness.

Oppenheimer built the bomb—potential self-wrought extinction. Some say he had a “Messiah Complex”; perhaps he did. But I think he recognized the unimaginable blood on his hands and the wall he erected between humanity and the planet—after the fact. And if not him, some other genius with the Book of Revelation and an offer sheet would have come along. His government sponsors seem to have lost no sleep over the descent into Endgame madness—“We were at war and the damn thing worked!” Can science survive the scientists?

Science and tech can go to hell.
It's the humaness in this I like....
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fun and yet very gen x'er, mr. nazzy. (no reference to age of course...just mood)