I was looking at one of the wordpress articles on how they determine which blog to feature on freshly pressed. I came across the blog The Frailest Thing and I looked at Why Did Curiosity’s Landing Generate So Much Attention?, then I looked around for “Literature and Poetry” or something and found The Smart Phone In The Garden, Part Two where I got totally confused but found some ideas I thought I could talk about. I thought I was relating it to comments at Attentional Austerity. But apparently I’m saying things (as usual) that are irrelevant and off topic. Oh well, I never seem to have a place to put anything. I read something and think to myself “and so…”. Then I go off on a tangent alone. So this on “Attentional Austerity”:
Attending to the flock. Comment on “Attentional Austerity”.
About someone with attention problems: Attending to the flock. Grass is austere. I could see how they might get his attention and goat alright. I imagine a far off shepherd living the pastoral ideal, hearing the beeping-cry of civilization, imagine him letting the village elders, who are living in the shadow of the wolf with newly installed solar panel fields and brand-spanking new Don Quixote turbines, cajol him into connecting to the internet without a staff but with a credit card.
Putting aside a shearling, he begins to click on everything. He seems to know the provenance of fine paintings, rugs, and wine, but is a little confused by some intriguing items that he nevertheless orders. He spends most of his day reading, clicking, ordering while the Don Quixote spins, and the antique spinning wheel gathers spider webs. He becomes absorbed by Nathaniel Hawthorne’s “The Celestial Railroad” and begins to be afraid.
At the howl of a wolf, he looks up finally at his wife. She asks, “What have you done?”
He fears she will announce he has become possessed by an evil force or at best by an obsession that neglects her. “What?” he says sheepishly.
“Why are you dressing the sheep in dog sweaters and feeding them from cans?”
“Uh, well, it was on sale, and why shouldn’t the sheep benefit from civilization even if they can’t read?”
“Well,” she says, “apparently you can’t read.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve gotten cans of dog food and well… You’ve dressed the sheep in wool coats and fed them lamb stew.”
From that day on, the shepherd focused his attention on shearing. But his wife didn’t mind the beautiful shearling coat he bought her with a click.
— Douglas Gilbert
Bah humbug. This didn’t work out very well. I didn’t even make a point.
Anyway, so I wasted a lot of time on this and got nowhere. I should have just used the energy to write another poem or something….