"What's on your mind?" has morphed for me from the robotic
Facebook invitational gambit which greets each of us at the top of our timelines
whenever we log on, to something more enigmatic, deeply if (as one suspects –
Facebook is a robot after all) non-consciously coded. It’s the kind of
daydream-enigma I used to feel as a kid looking up at my bedroom ceiling, from
about age 2 up to when I left for college at 18, virtually every morning of sixteen
formative years, tracing with my eye (and mind's eye) a young woman's
heart-shaped face in the faint cracks thereon: pursed lips and starry eyes -
features that seemed in some ways more familiar to me than any other face I
knew, and yet with less 'meaning'. Who was she? Why was she? It's the kind of daydream-enigma,
half mesmeric/half blank not-quite-there-ness, that probably almost always
ensues from repetitive exposure to any unchanging mildness.
So, with all
the above "in" mind ("in" used advisedly), the sole animating
pulse for me in Facebook's eternally repeated question "What's on your
mind?" has evolved to become the preposition "on." The
strangeness of it!
What's ON my mind? For something to be "on" a mind you'd have to
think of it as an object with a 'top' - like a kitchen table you put a bowl of
oranges “on”. How could the mind know
it had a bowl of oranges on it? How could it know what was on it at all? What
would "on" even mean to it?
To know what was on top of it, it would have to be clairvoyant, able somehow to
'send out' or separate at least some part of its consciousness from its contained
unity, to see beyond it – ergo to see what was 'on' it - and quite possibly
surrounding it. So is Facebook asking us (however robotically non-consciously) –
in fact, intending to ask - this
literally meta-physical question? The consideration of which would have also to
shove us into another one: Can Mind
know itself? Or can a mind only describe what it perceives - i.e., what its
perceptions offer up as 'outside' phenomena, like a Facebook timeline, or faint
cracks in a ceiling suggesting a lady's face, and do its best (on what amounts
to precious little evidence) to guess what's going on? Can it know its own
What is a
These are only the first few in a tsunami of questions "What's on
your mind?" insistently evokes. From which the most plausible conclusion I
can think to draw is that Facebook is ever more completely eating us whole –
and will suck our souls like lollipops until every and any Mind in us has dissolved and gone. Ah,
but what a tasty treat we’ll have been!
I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page.
So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila.
To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack."
To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.)
thanks for stopping by.