Television - Poem by Anthony Weir
It's not that images are powerful
but that consciousness -
already cursed by narrative - is weak:
everybody watches, mimics.
We are all distorted
unreadable reflections of each other.
In this globalisation
hypocrisy like prurience
is a vast equaliser
making us all moral latrines
horribly disguised as clinics.
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