MUSIC CONSPIRACY

MUSIC CONSPIRACY

A Poem by Vol

THE MUSIC CONSPIRACY
                  OR
TWENTY-SIX MUSIC DEVICES 
IN A GOLFING CATALOGUE

I think the human race is making up for lost time
when the only music we ever heard 
was when a rare someone wandered through 
with cat gut stretched on curved pieces of wood,
It must have been quiet enough to think back then.

The ad says I can capture dozens of AM stations
from hundreds of miles away
on a hundred dollar Table Radio that fits anywhere
and plays like a Stradivarius,
or buy the waterproof FM that lets me 
swim, walk, or jog to the rhythm
while all my 
tunes are conveniently stored 
in a quarter the space 
within a clever plastic frame
as I lay in the tub 
surrounded by soothing wireless speakers
till I drop the remote 
or the cell phone rings 
to sell me more insurance
here in the middle of fourteen hundred fifty-two 
guitar pickers on this Tennessee anthill.
But wait, where’s my slick,
pre-programmed portable receiver
that lets me listen to Rock, Bach, talk,
or foreign intrigue, so I can stay informed
and entertained from Baghdad to Bosnia 
and my brain explodes in simple self-defense.

Or maybe we’re just using up 
all that time we gained
when it was quiet enough to think.

© 2025 Vol


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Yep, we probably are!
I remember a very old BBC report/documentary about how modern computing technology in the seventies was gonna make our lives so much simpler and when showing us around an office block sized room that they called a "computer", made the bold assumption that he thought in the future there would be anything up to ten or twelve computers in the future!
(I'm sure it'll still be haunting him from YouTube heaven some place!
Fast forward to now and all those geeks that everyone boring now own the world and who interestingly all have Aspergers, with the exception of Bill Gates, who said he would never take the test, so in otherwords all of them except Bill, who is in denial.
I'm Amazed we even have time to do anything else other than "agree to terms" we never read and sell our souls for likes and clicks.
When was it that we became so deluded that we all began to think we could all be pointless little Kardashian's, famous for err....
Anyway, if you wanna see what your future holds for certain, just emwatch that earth shattering documentary "Idiocracy".... clue, go to YouTube, type in idiocracy, then watch and listen! 😃

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Gouge Eye, TX



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My name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..

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