Can Hardware and Software Inspire Poetry?Surprisingly, Silicon Valley provides great material for poetry. Who would have thought a poem about storage would not crash and the combination of biotechnology and dog shows would make sense?
MOUNTAIN VIEW, Calif. - June 29, 2013 - PRLog -- Silicon Valley is a transient place. Entrepreneurs fall in love with ideas, date venture capitalists, have first dates that go wildly wrong with VCs, obsess about technologies and people, succeed and more often fail - it's a lot like real life without technology.
Silicon Valley Poems is a collection of poems (published as Kindle book appropriately) Memory Offload There will come a day When my extra-memory Stored aboard the box in front of me Will go down for eternity And you will lose a part of me. There will come a day When change occurs Memories will disappear And backups fail Then I will come to you for aid Seeking your long term memory There will come another day I'll look for you And all you mean to me But you will have gone away Along with your recall of everything We've shared Goldfish as Friends The Hotel Monaco San Francisco At www.hotelmonaco.com Is proud to proclaim Its 201 guest rooms 32 suites Some with a two person spa-tub. Complimentary goldfish are available For company On request I suppose my room CD player Will permit romantic and raucous Swimming and partying music And the room voice mail Allows you not to take a call While frolicking with fish But I find it difficult to imagine Taking along my fish To the complimentary Evening wine reception And wonder whether They would let my new found friend Into the hotel pool. All in all I am very sure I would have regrets About the hotel steam room Unless I were Cantonese California Weaving It begins with the beauty Vegetation Grass, the spring flowers, summer blossoms, the green trees oasis-like in the golden hills The almost perpetual blue sky. Then there is the freeway With Unfamiliar exits Mysterious houses Billboards and signs Uncertain links and futures. Over time Each cloverleaf, entrance, exit, intersection Reveals different edges Its own itinerary of goal and hope Observations and amusements Destinations reached and destinations lost Adds itself Like tendrils from a vine Spreading… Past visuals link to today’s direction. Past purpose Past people A web of time Underlaid beneath today’s route A fourth dimension extending The archeology of my travel Deepening Reconstructing But not yet a new Troy Though Helen has left And the last rebuilt Troy has burned down And Odysseus has been a long time on the freeway. Shared tendrils exchange histories Shared histories tenderly tip toeing into a mesh Repairing, replacing two vines savagely torn down A fault in the city architecture and expectation That went undetected Until too late. It’s always easier rebuilding If you can forget the rich loss of deep connections And enjoy the neural net construction project. With time a spell is woven. Poetry copyright Alistair Davidson 2003. All rights reserved. Alistair Davidson is strategic and business development consultant who done several software startups and is a contributing editor to Strategy and Leadership magazine. End
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