YELP written by Tiffany Shlain & Ken Goldberg, with apologies to Allen Ginsberg

I saw the best minds of my generation distracted by texting, emailing, Tweeting, dragging their cursors through Google links at dawn,
looking for an info fix,

angel headed hipsters burning for the ultra fast heavenly connection,
to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

who wired and networked and hollow eyed and caffeinated,
sat up searching in the imaginary comfort of Facebook friends,

floating across the tops of cities contemplating signals,
who bared their brains to GPS under satellites,
and saw Wikipedian angels editing on collective knowledge illuminated,

who passed through Wifi hotspots with radiant bluetooth earphones,
hallucinating avatars in low-res, second-life islands among the gamers of Warcraft,

who are expelled from chat rooms,
with dreams,
with wireless nightmares megapixels, alcohol, YouTube, and endless eye balls,

who connected via instant messaging in underwear,
burning their money on eBay impulse purchases,
tapping into the zeitgeist through the synapses of Twitter,

who jacked in continuously,
70 hours,
from Pandora to iPod to Amazon to Flickr to Boing Boing,
yacketyyacking primal screaming unblinking participating,

unplug!

unplug!

unplug!

I’m with you in the compulsion to check inboxes, newsfeeds and Facebook,

unplug!

I’m with you in the addiction and longing for focus,

unplug!

I’m with you to cut the umbilical cord of data,

unplug!

I’m with you to disconnect from the InfoSphere,

unplug!

I’m with you to power down and revisit the present tense.

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