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Please note:
This e-mail was sent
From a notification-only address
that cannot accept incoming e-mail.

Please do not reply to this message.
Please do not return merchandise to sender,
He’s out of town.
Please don’t call again,
I’m not at home.
Please remain in your room alone,
We’ll come to get you.
Leave the paper bags in the kitchen,
The electricity will be turned off.

America is closed.
Europe is off limits.
Your home town in Angkor Province
No longer exists.
The universe will send your new return address
As soon as we establish your present location.
Do not turn off your beeper.

Peter, I'd be interested to hear your motivation for this piece. It reminds me of the 1960's song: "Everyone's Gone to the Moon".


Les

Well, Les,

The first five lines of the poem came directly from an email I received. They reminded me of the trend to refuse communication in various circumstances. That led to the progressive spelling out of such refusals culminating in the refusal to recognize that where you came from even exists anymore and to the overgeneralization of that denial, pushing the whole thing to itself logical and absurd conclusion in the only nominally paranoid note that we are all being followed because of our communication devices.

amo et avanti, Peter

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/14/2011 04:46PM by petersz.