Code is Poetry
What human of earthly residence would think that an installation of an online blogging tool could conjure such creativity beyond my meagre intellectual means, and engage a state of mind so willing to express and explore the human mind for inspiration, that Freud himself would have been all confuseled!
“Click here to install”. But wait! Cease mouse-fire! The most wondrous phrase foots this page! A three word tagline so poignant and true that I’m nodding ferociously in realisation. My brain is saying “yes, yes, YES!”… like that Kellogg’s Cornflakes advert where the chap nods and nods more and more in satisfaction of each mushy mouthful (it makes me gag that advert). Alas, I am now that very man, lapping at the meaning and consequence of the Wordpress tagline: “Code is poetry”.
How true can something be! Before I know my socks from my pants I’m banging out “the riddims” faster than Fat Man Scoop and The Dog called Snoop, doing lyrical loop the loops, but with much cooler hand gestures.
This tagline of enlightenment had urged me into a state of stanzas and rhythm, with all kinds of binary shizzles and nism. With closed eyes, I’m shaking my head in a “no” gesture, but really I’m saying “yes, this is good”. From the outside, the head-shaking and facial gestures look akin to a man undesirable of his own foot tapping. The reality; the head nayying and “music face” is of a poet lost in the lyrics. The foot was now the metronome to a dazzle of words and phrases, and it was all somehow
coming from my human brain.
I call this “Enlightened Development”, and think it will probably be a monumental social turning point in the perception of all species of software coder across our earthly globe. I think one day it will be likened to the Pam Ayres success, mixed with a bit of that Martin Luther King chap.
Enlightened Development
A sunlight slit
constant pipe drip
no music to my ears, just the plop and the plip
this cellar so dark,
and social life stark,
I’d give my dot net subscription for laugh and lark
This mouse I claw
with crippled, poor hand
screen bright, eyes sore
I’m addicted to broadband
My stale mouth mute
breath riper than fruit,
and social adventures:
CANNOT COMPUTE
My underpants ripe
fingers wary from net type
I have only the time
for a 4pm wet wipe
enough of this hype
of “wash” and “be clean”
for my friends I’ve got Skype
for this rash I’ve got cream
In dressing gown finery
I tell time in binary
my hair is greasier than an oil refinery
SEO, data flow, Paintshop pro,
friend no-show, aftershave: essence of B.O.
pah! I’ve no use for an internet phone
as away “is to” home
my hair “is to” comb
A venture outside
its mental! can’t hide
talk to humans with dread
control zed control zed!!
I’ve no big book of cheats
no control alt delete
in reality I’m just a computer geek
My address?
hub street, router fifty one,
My chat up line?
you up for some Dreamweaver fun?
“Hey there girl, from PC World,
let me give you a twirl of my skills in Perl”
I gave her a web site
she gave me a clowt!
stupid girl! I’d just promised to get her hits out!?
Friends’ eyelids didn’t bat on
my clothes that all clash
but misinterpreted my chat on
RAM back-end and flash
Top-down, bottom-up, I did a compile
blogroll and RSS - friends thought I was vile!
Well enough of this nonsense!
This stereotype
I have much life beyond this internet pipe!
I see light of day
I’m not geeky, I say!
I wet wipe myself at least twice a day
My girlfriend’s lovely,
she’s not a robot, thank you,
She doesn’t shun me and we hold hands in full public view
No speccy’s, no grey socks no ankle swinging,
But after this rhyme I’ll have the odd chain a-blinging
Shame on the masses with abuse so stinging
Fellow coders – be yourself, with coolness a-brimming!
Come ye coders, unite as one!
Brim with confidence and put your capes on
For befriending a geek is far from unlawful…
ahh, no…….
you’re thinking of nerds…… they’re awful!!
By the way, taglines can be used as an effective marketing tool. What… mine?
Jamie Gilman - we might get along
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