m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


Doorman

Doorman

 

Doorman–

kind, essential to the highrise,

“that’s not your everyday

wear for the weekend”

commiserate New Yorkers,

clothed for the weather

at the station...

 

Birdwatcher–

off cranberry lake

alone in the adirondacks,

binocular on yellow beaks,

white striped or tan

of no song, these sparrows

have four sexes! 4

 

Kitesurfer–

gang at beach ring bonfire,

paradise is freezing over!

To the top observatory,

snow blankets Mauna Kea,

surf and ski in one day...

biomechanic outfitters,

wetsuit rules!

 

People watcher,

watcher expert–

you are your area.  

beyond the body of visual

clues to brain landscape,

“we shape our buildings

then they shape us”.

Hangout in this problem space,

smart grid, connected city,

urban mechanic smartcity innovator.

 

Neo-luddite–seasteader–

bioconservative–technoprogressive–

limp lumber lurch– strut stroll wade–

meander amble somnambulate–

totter trudge skulk saunter

ramble parade prowl falter–

together it’s walkable, united it’s doable.

To advance civilization: influence systems

distributed not generalized, secure networks,

secure utopias ethically emerging…

hello nello...screen guests, accept packages,

hail uber to the hyperloop, welcome home

Trust me I’m a doorman!

 

Twilight Blue

Twilight Blue

The Editor's 2016 Readymades

The Editor's 2016 Readymades