Dante's Internet. (A silly idea...)

[Reyben]

Here's a slightly goofy idea-

I was thinking of doing a sort of (very short) spoof version of Dante's Inferno. Except instead of the Infernos of hell, the journey would be through the circles of Internet.

I can't decide whether or not this would simply be too silly to hold, but I think might do it anyway. Here's the first section- anyone who enjoyed it enough to read more, let me know and I shall be assured in the direction of continuation. Oh, and this is just something I spent ten minutes or so on, so please don't be expected actual Dante-level stuff, which I'm probably not capable of. Also, if any of you poets out there have appropriate net-themed verses of your own, I'd love to include them.

Prelude.


Tick
Tock
The tick and tock
The clock
It sings
And never stops

Tick
Tock
The tick and tock
It’s four and morning
And I need to stop

But the click
The click
My fingered mouse
I sit in the dark
Fleeing my house

Into screens of black
And blue and green
A hundred tabs
And a thousand scenes
Video spam
And Hollywood Hams
Fat chicks scream
Over the Internet stream

Wikipedia tabs
And pornographic abs
Television tropes
And blog-broadcast mopes
There’s an ocean of facts
And my eyes’ cataracts
Are growing in size

My body cries
For a little sleep
My bed is no further
Than two or three feet

But slumber brings terror
And dark memories
So I’ll stay by the web,
Dipping nachos in cheese

Wait, what’s that sound?
-From all around-
A tinkle and a twinkle
And a sprinkle of flame
After this my life
Will never be the same

Out from my browser
The face of a fox
With fur all ablaze
And eyes filled with craze

The sprite speaks
And his voice, it creaks
Like bending steal
His paw tosses a ball
Colour tinted teal
His grin’s forever yellow
And his lips never meet

And he says,
“Now, you’re not asleep
-this is quite real-
And the Internet’s waiting
To give you a treat
There’s a quest and a test
That to live you must best
So let’s not delay
And in case you were wondering,
You get no say.”

So the Fox takes my hand
And there’s the sound of a band
And before I know it I’ve been transported
To Internet-Land.

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[Steven Lyle Jordan]

Keep it up!

[nomesque]

LOL

I like. I think you should continue.

[ShortNCuddlyAm]

More please!

[Verencat]

Woah! Again, again! I love this!

[Reyben]

(Just to be clear, I have zero art skills, but the thread looks a little dry without illustration. 'Twas this or stick men.)

The Gate


The void is white
From end to end
Above me, gigantic
Letters extend

The Fire Fox sits
Just by my side
Its grin is sharp
And ever-so snide

“Just shout out some words
A thought or a sin
And the great Gate shall open
For you to dive in.”

I plead with the Fox
-I’d like to go home
The Fox rolls its eyes
“Oh, throw me a bone.”

“Just play along,
For somebody’s sake
Think of some words
To feed the Google Gate.”

Still, I can’t speak
And the Fox judges me weak
For I could never
Think on my feet

“Tell you what,” it says, “I’ll start you off,”
And its smile becomes cruel, as it starts to scoff
“Let’s begin with something ripped from your life
Like the triple-barrelled name
Of your dear, departed wife.”


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[Ea]

More please!

I was listening to this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtWasI8CpQ8 - Amon Tobin - Proper Hoodidge when I came across your post. Somehow it worked so seamlessly as a soundtrack.

[ShortNCuddlyAm]

Again! Again!

[nomesque]

Well, this is giving me giggles, and it flows well for an off-the-cuff attempt - keep going, please!!

[Reyben]

(Thanks, guys. And Ea, that soundtrack was commendably creepy).

The tubes.


The tubes are tiny
And flowing with flood
-information bottled
Up like blood
Ones and zeroes
Tumbling thick
Connections sizzle
And the walls all twitch

Terror kindles my grip
So my hands don’t dare slip
From the Fox’s tail
As we blaze a trail
Surfing this turf
Of databound goo
Upon his gleaming
Ball of blue

We’re no longer at sea
-the tube came to an end,
We fell through a tunnel
And round a bend
Parting a door
And clipping my jaw
(ow)
As we tumble onto
A marble green floor

The lights are astrobe
There are weird costumes and robes
We’ve fallen into
A raver’s cove

Glow-sticks
Some Mohawks
And punk-rockers too
liquids all frothy
-from booze to the sick-
the bars tend to move
and the patrons all slip
from corner to corner
wiggling their hips

Except the glow-sticks are long
tinted like spears
And there are arrows and bows
-Weapons to fear

“Your wife liked to party
With the crowds around here
So let’s all stay calm,
Just buy them a beer
And open your ear
You’ll find them quite friendly
If a little bit queer.”

There’s art on the walls
And paint on the ground
The loud music’s actually
A beautiful sound

Their deviants, you see
And creative expression
Is their particular deviancy.





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[ShortNCuddlyAm]

:applauds:

[jeremy_ahn]

the internet is my life and oxygen tank in this arid bunghole of "no-life"
i am the testicle of freedom

thank you for sharing your work

[Reyben]

Patricia Amelia Julabeth-Ann

Patricia Amelia Julabeth-Ann
Known to me
As dear Patty-Am
With hair so fair
(A bright blonde quilt)
And skin like silk
Flowing in milk

With a ready smile
And morals fast
Needy at times
But she made me laugh

Then she went
All away
Gone
Taken
Lost

But wait,
She left fragments behind
A canvas trail
For me to find

“Oh yes,”
The artists’ say
“She used to come here
Every day.”

She’d sit
And paint
And moan
And debate
Politics and sport
Lifestyles to court

The traces
Of places
That we’d never been
The landscapes she wrought
Only she’s seen

Not once
Not ever
Did I see her draw
Death throws open these works...
I’m frankly in awe

Sometimes the pictures
Show familiar ground
Self-portraits
The lounge
The merry-go round
where we first met,
A long time ago,
Only- not so
The images are twisted
The edges all warped
Like our life’s peeled away
And just underneath
Nightmares lie, fresh to be reaped

And there are poems of rage
And stories of days
When the characters cry
And inside they die
But to the world passing by
And all those therein
They smile
And they laugh
And occasionally grin

You lie, Little Dog
To show me these things
The artists are wrong,
I refuse to go on
Our life wasn’t bliss
But I knew with each kiss
My wife, she was happy
So none of this.

But... then again
Some of us do
Split our lives in two
With half for them
And half for you
Strangers tread trails,
that loved ones never find
In paths
Our painted secrets bind

Patricaia Amelia Julabeth-Ann
Better known
As LonelyWife1051

*

“Hey,” Fox says, mouth swilling with beer. “Looks like she’s got a blog, too.”
Click click.

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[Reyben]

Interlude


Mmmmmmmm,
Why don’t you come and play?
Sit and stay
awhile
Just follow me
Why don’t you try
a great big smile?
My throne is gold
My soul is sold
And I’d love to say
I’d have it
Any other way

But huff,
My lips
They do some betrayin’
My teeth peel open and
I’m only sayin’
There ain’t no safer place than by my
Godly side

I just have
To scratch that itch
Send people home on a sitch’
Cut up their lives to entertain see,
I’m the Lord of
Tragedy

The Fox presumes to cut through my riddles
Something’s burnin’
It’ll
Find the bridle
And behind its back there’s a man in tow
Oh, how he loved her so
Pity they’ve got such lengths to go
Before they come clean
And reach
End scene

I’ve got a curtain held up and waitin’
Edges sanded sharp
Good for breakin’
The stage ain’t set but I’m in no hurry
Little Fox and Little Man
Watch them scurry

I ain’t mean per se
But those boys, aren’t they
Everso green?
Is it a fault mine
If they pass across
My lifetime’s scheme?

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[ShortNCuddlyAm]

I'm really enjoying this - more please!