The limits of cyber-communities are that they often close up and start
being characterized by reciprocals sense and fear of hostility, by which
the rude or provocative words of the counterparts are assumed as actions
and are interpreted as potentially harmful. This brings about the
ramification of sub-net-works of alliances and pseudo-friendships or
enmities. Of course all supported by a fundamental subliminal scenario of
ongoing wars. These are forms of cyber-tribalism, implying hierarchies of
power with a portion of the community spontaneously assuming the role of
subalterns and the other that of the chiefs, some of the defenders some
other of the aggressors. It is just like at the nursery school when soon,
on the very second day, one knows who will lead and who will follow who
will rebel and who sill submit who will be obedient and who will disrupt.
Such are the observable facts. I suggest either we acknowledge the
fundamental tribality of those mechanism and live happy with these
consolidated protocols of communication: after all, one might notice, it is
all fake as much as it is all real and it brings about lots of good things,
such as a sense of participation, of being in a way or the other, elements
of an organism, of whatever quality, which one can always leave or return
to, or else chose the way of the misanthrope, the mountain dweller, the
retrieved soul.
To live in any society it is a hard job. To live itself it is hard. One
must identify oneself in something. One must express something. We are
compelled to this abominable drive of wanting to take someone face between
our hands and talk to him, hoping that he is listening. Most of the time,
he is not. But never mind, the important fact is that we try expressing
some thoughts, as our mothers and fathers wishes us to be able to do to
honour their family. I am honouring mine. I try a lot to communicate and to
be articulate, as stressed by the syllabus that my father showed me when I
entered primary school.
Now, I find extremely useful to write to the list for this particular
reason. As you have noticed , I very often send poems. I use this space
kindly offered to us also as an archive to store in a safe place my work.
This because I have continuous computer-crisis with the consequent complete
destruction and dissolution of all my stored information and material.
These crashes occur at regular intervals, with little premonition, as
earthquakes. Consequentially, all goes lost before I can even think to safe
my writings on diskettes. So I am thankful that Poetryetc exist because I
had the chance to rescue from the pool of forgetfulness a few poems. My
other practise to safeguard some work is to send it to friends hoping that
they have better computers or wish me well enough as to keep my letters.
Certain inevitable loss does occurs to me but I consider those losses as
natural cataclysms. Also, I feel that nothing is really irreplaceable so,
when I really have lost something, I simply write something new, something
fresher. Going back to censorship matters, hopefully, the subject is
understood as having to be subjected to drastic revision
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