ALL WATCHED OVER
When I see — and hear — transmission towers looming over petroglyphs I think of this poem. The suspended humming wires — the “programming harmony.” I think of vision and absence. Passage and pulsating power; the racing, erasing current called time.
All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace
— Richard Brautigan
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
LINK to album: Petroglyphs Watched Over
Richard Brautigan’s 1967 prescient poem spins precisely along the accelerating curves of our self-identified twenty-first century trajectory. A dream of loving grace while here, now, we humans glut and gloat our Earth home. Wrapped with the poem’s unresolvable tensions, we can be terribly thankful we can fall toward metaphor. Because if a cybernetic ecology is indeed our conjured and powered reality — now, what?
A note. Poet Richard Brautigan graduated from Eugene High School in 1953 in Eugene, Oregon. The school building long gone, the one-square-block is now occupied by the “church” New Hope: “We believe that every person, Christian and non-Christian alike, is valuable to God and to His Kingdom.” As I walk by, I do wonder if “valuable” includes grace? —Douglas Beauchamp