I, learning technologist
Pip McDonald
I work in tech, therefore I am.
The house that tech built, like a digital wigwam.
How does your digital garden grow?
Does your data reap what it sows?
Is it pride or digital prejudice?
What is this digital edifice?
Beauty and the digital beast?
When will this acceleration cease?
Jumping on digital bandwagons.
From the dinosaur to the digital dragons.
A storm in a digital tea cup.
Lost in a cloud in the digital haze.
The oppression of the technological gaze.
Real life with techno twist.
What have I really missed?
The techno capitalist comes out to play.
There is no soul in this code.
Bias is sent to try us, in multimode.
Hope is resistance, surveillance insistence
Mind your own digital business.
As we turn into our own digital witness.
Lost in a cloud in the digital haze.
Ticking and tocking with the digital clocks.
Techno corridors and realities collide.
I’m truly out of my digital mind.
Lost in the digital laundry in Zoom.
Trapped in a small black box of doom.
With my name and always on mute.
Here’s to the avoiding the digital salute.
Who stole my legacy hand?
From the data wardrobe, do you understand?
What does it all really mean?
What does the data say?
Data glorious data.
Digital harvest or data hater?
Data ashes to data ashes.
See my digital life as my computer crashes.
Digital dust to digital dust.
My, myself and my data distrust.
Like a phoenix from the digital flame.
All these pictures in a beautiful frame.
If you’re a ‘host’,
Then you’re a digital ghost.
Roar, soar, digital folklore.
Story, glory, my data inventory.
Digital history, magical mystery.
Let’s go on a tour, to the digital core.
Explore our futures, data shakers and digital movers.
Never knowingly, is data undersold.
All that glitters that is definitely not gold.
If I’m left to my own devices.
Then life is full of digital surprises.
The semiotics of my technology.
The poetics of digital ecology.
A kaleidoscopic glitch.
A digital switch.
Is there light at the end of the digital tunnel?
Is there an end to the data funnel?
The fellowship of the digital ring.
The hills are alive so let us sing.
Eternal sunshine of the digital mind.
Sadly, my data has left me behind.
Mirror, mirror on the digital wall.
Whose data is the fairest of them all?
Little digital fires everywhere.
Nothing to see here.
Both being and digital nothingness are clear.
From wellbeing and mindfulness.
To analytics and techfulness.
All the hidden digital forces.
Are only fools and digital horses.
All technology, great and small.
Some will work and some will fall.
The proof is in the digital pudding.
But what are we really cooking?
Have your digital cakes and eat them.
And after that, well what then?
The data flows like digital lava.
The digital canvas like la pelle du vide
Bringing out the digital void in me.
How to train your digital dragon.
While falling off the digital wagon.
The digital wheels are all on fire,
What if data couldn’t get much higher?
Putting the pivot into pivotal.
Why is everything so digital?
From remote working with love.
I walk on digital splinters.
A thousand digital winters.
What if my hand does not fit inside the digital glove?
Wayfinding inside a digital palace.
What if data means no malice?
Fantastic technologies and where to find them.
It’s not a question of ‘if’ but of ‘when’
What digital shadows does data cast?
Perhaps the future is a guide to the past,
How can I navigate this inevitable path?
Without bringing about my own digital wrath?
Who am I and what can I be?
Hell is other people and their technology.
No exit from the digital narrative.
If our future is shared, then why isn’t it collaborative?
Locked inside a digital fugue.
What are we really trying to prove?
Can we control alternative realities?
The techno-poetics of complex identities.
I work in tech, therefore I am.
The house that tech built, like a digital wigwam.
How does your digital garden grow?
Does your data reap what it sows?
Is it pride or digital prejudice?
What is this digital edifice?
Beauty and the digital beast?
When will this acceleration cease?
Jumping on digital bandwagons.
From the dinosaur to the digital dragons.
A storm in a digital tea cup.
Lost in a cloud in the digital haze.
The oppression of the technological gaze.
Real life with techno twist.
What have I really missed?
The techno capitalist comes out to play.
There is no soul in this code.
Bias is sent to try us, in multimode.
Hope is resistance, surveillance insistence
Mind your own digital business.
As we turn into our own digital witness.
Lost in a cloud in the digital haze.
Ticking and tocking with the digital clocks.
Techno corridors and realities collide.
I’m truly out of my digital mind.
Lost in the digital laundry in Zoom.
Trapped in a small black box of doom.
With my name and always on mute.
Here’s to the avoiding the digital salute.
Who stole my legacy hand?
From the data wardrobe, do you understand?
What does it all really mean?
What does the data say?
Data glorious data.
Digital harvest or data hater?
Data ashes to data ashes.
See my digital life as my computer crashes.
Digital dust to digital dust.
My, myself and my data distrust.
Like a phoenix from the digital flame.
All these pictures in a beautiful frame.
If you’re a ‘host’,
Then you’re a digital ghost.
Roar, soar, digital folklore.
Story, glory, my data inventory.
Digital history, magical mystery.
Let’s go on a tour, to the digital core.
Explore our futures, data shakers and digital movers.
Never knowingly, is data undersold.
All that glitters that is definitely not gold.
If I’m left to my own devices.
Then life is full of digital surprises.
The semiotics of my technology.
The poetics of digital ecology.
A kaleidoscopic glitch.
A digital switch.
Is there light at the end of the digital tunnel?
Is there an end to the data funnel?
The fellowship of the digital ring.
The hills are alive so let us sing.
Eternal sunshine of the digital mind.
Sadly, my data has left me behind.
Mirror, mirror on the digital wall.
Whose data is the fairest of them all?
Little digital fires everywhere.
Nothing to see here.
Both being and digital nothingness are clear.
From wellbeing and mindfulness.
To analytics and techfulness.
All the hidden digital forces.
Are only fools and digital horses.
All technology, great and small.
Some will work and some will fall.
The proof is in the digital pudding.
But what are we really cooking?
Have your digital cakes and eat them.
And after that, well what then?
The data flows like digital lava.
The digital canvas like la pelle du vide
Bringing out the digital void in me.
How to train your digital dragon.
While falling off the digital wagon.
The digital wheels are all on fire,
What if data couldn’t get much higher?
Putting the pivot into pivotal.
Why is everything so digital?
From remote working with love.
I walk on digital splinters.
A thousand digital winters.
What if my hand does not fit inside the digital glove?
Wayfinding inside a digital palace.
What if data means no malice?
Fantastic technologies and where to find them.
It’s not a question of ‘if’ but of ‘when’
What digital shadows does data cast?
Perhaps the future is a guide to the past,
How can I navigate this inevitable path?
Without bringing about my own digital wrath?
Who am I and what can I be?
Hell is other people and their technology.
No exit from the digital narrative.
If our future is shared, then why isn’t it collaborative?
Locked inside a digital fugue.
What are we really trying to prove?
Can we control alternative realities?
The techno-poetics of complex identities.
I work in tech, therefore I am.
The house that tech built, like a digital wigwam.
How does your digital garden grow?
Does your data reap what it sows?
Is it pride or digital prejudice?
What is this digital edifice?
Beauty and the digital beast?
When will this acceleration cease?
Jumping on digital bandwagons.
From the dinosaur to the digital dragons.
A storm in a digital tea cup.
Lost in a cloud in the digital haze.
The oppression of the technological gaze.
Real life with techno twist.
What have I really missed?
The techno capitalist comes out to play.
There is no soul in this code.
Bias is sent to try us, in multimode.
Hope is resistance, surveillance insistence
Mind your own digital business.
As we turn into our own digital witness.
Lost in a cloud in the digital haze.
Ticking and tocking with the digital clocks.
Techno corridors and realities collide.
I’m truly out of my digital mind.
Lost in the digital laundry in Zoom.
Trapped in a small black box of doom.
With my name and always on mute.
Here’s to the avoiding the digital salute.
Who stole my legacy hand?
From the data wardrobe, do you understand?
What does it all really mean?
What does the data say?
Data glorious data.
Digital harvest or data hater?
Data ashes to data ashes.
See my digital life as my computer crashes.
Digital dust to digital dust.
My, myself and my data distrust.
Like a phoenix from the digital flame.
All these pictures in a beautiful frame.
If you’re a ‘host’,
Then you’re a digital ghost.
Roar, soar, digital folklore.
Story, glory, my data inventory.
Digital history, magical mystery.
Let’s go on a tour, to the digital core.
Explore our futures, data shakers and digital movers.
Never knowingly, is data undersold.
All that glitters that is definitely not gold.
If I’m left to my own devices.
Then life is full of digital surprises.
The semiotics of my technology.
The poetics of digital ecology.
A kaleidoscopic glitch.
A digital switch.
Is there light at the end of the digital tunnel?
Is there an end to the data funnel?
The fellowship of the digital ring.
The hills are alive so let us sing.
Eternal sunshine of the digital mind.
Sadly, my data has left me behind.
Mirror, mirror on the digital wall.
Whose data is the fairest of them all?
Little digital fires everywhere.
Nothing to see here.
Both being and digital nothingness are clear.
From wellbeing and mindfulness.
To analytics and techfulness.
All the hidden digital forces.
Are only fools and digital horses.
All technology, great and small.
Some will work and some will fall.
The proof is in the digital pudding.
But what are we really cooking?
Have your digital cakes and eat them.
And after that, well what then?
The data flows like digital lava.
The digital canvas like la pelle du vide
Bringing out the digital void in me.
How to train your digital dragon.
While falling off the digital wagon.
The digital wheels are all on fire,
What if data couldn’t get much higher?
Putting the pivot into pivotal.
Why is everything so digital?
From remote working with love.
I walk on digital splinters.
A thousand digital winters.
What if my hand does not fit inside the digital glove?
Wayfinding inside a digital palace.
What if data means no malice?
Fantastic technologies and where to find them.
It’s not a question of ‘if’ but of ‘when’
What digital shadows does data cast?
Perhaps the future is a guide to the past,
How can I navigate this inevitable path?
Without bringing about my own digital wrath?
Who am I and what can I be?
Hell is other people and their technology.
No exit from the digital narrative.
If our future is shared, then why isn’t it collaborative?
Locked inside a digital fugue.
What are we really trying to prove?
Can we control alternative realities?
The techno-poetics of complex identities.
I work in tech, therefore I am.
The house that tech built, like a digital wigwam.
How does your digital garden grow?
Does your data reap what it sows?
Is it pride or digital prejudice?
What is this digital edifice?
Beauty and the digital beast?
When will this acceleration cease?
Jumping on digital bandwagons.
From the dinosaur to the digital dragons.
A storm in a digital tea cup.
Lost in a cloud in the digital haze.
The oppression of the technological gaze.
Real life with techno twist.
What have I really missed?
The techno capitalist comes out to play.
There is no soul in this code.
Bias is sent to try us, in multimode.
Hope is resistance, surveillance insistence
Mind your own digital business.
As we turn into our own digital witness.
Lost in a cloud in the digital haze.
Ticking and tocking with the digital clocks.
Techno corridors and realities collide.
I’m truly out of my digital mind.
Lost in the digital laundry in Zoom.
Trapped in a small black box of doom.
With my name and always on mute.
Here’s to the avoiding the digital salute.
Who stole my legacy hand?
From the data wardrobe, do you understand?
What does it all really mean?
What does the data say?
Data glorious data.
Digital harvest or data hater?
Data ashes to data ashes.
See my digital life as my computer crashes.
Digital dust to digital dust.
My, myself and my data distrust.
Like a phoenix from the digital flame.
All these pictures in a beautiful frame.
If you’re a ‘host’,
Then you’re a digital ghost.
Roar, soar, digital folklore.
Story, glory, my data inventory.
Digital history, magical mystery.
Let’s go on a tour, to the digital core.
Explore our futures, data shakers and digital movers.
Never knowingly, is data undersold.
All that glitters that is definitely not gold.
If I’m left to my own devices.
Then life is full of digital surprises.
The semiotics of my technology.
The poetics of digital ecology.
A kaleidoscopic glitch.
A digital switch.
Is there light at the end of the digital tunnel?
Is there an end to the data funnel?
The fellowship of the digital ring.
The hills are alive so let us sing.
Eternal sunshine of the digital mind.
Sadly, my data has left me behind.
Mirror, mirror on the digital wall.
Whose data is the fairest of them all?
Little digital fires everywhere.
Nothing to see here.
Both being and digital nothingness are clear.
From wellbeing and mindfulness.
To analytics and techfulness.
All the hidden digital forces.
Are only fools and digital horses.
All technology, great and small.
Some will work and some will fall.
The proof is in the digital pudding.
But what are we really cooking?
Have your digital cakes and eat them.
And after that, well what then?
The data flows like digital lava.
The digital canvas like la pelle du vide
Bringing out the digital void in me.
How to train your digital dragon.
While falling off the digital wagon.
The digital wheels are all on fire,
What if data couldn’t get much higher?
Putting the pivot into pivotal.
Why is everything so digital?
From remote working with love.
I walk on digital splinters.
A thousand digital winters.
What if my hand does not fit inside the digital glove?
Wayfinding inside a digital palace.
What if data means no malice?
Fantastic technologies and where to find them.
It’s not a question of ‘if’ but of ‘when’
What digital shadows does data cast?
Perhaps the future is a guide to the past,
How can I navigate this inevitable path?
Without bringing about my own digital wrath?
Who am I and what can I be?
Hell is other people and their technology.
No exit from the digital narrative.
If our future is shared, then why isn’t it collaborative?
Locked inside a digital fugue.
What are we really trying to prove?
Can we control alternative realities?
The techno-poetics of complex identities.
I work in tech, therefore I am.
The house that tech built, like a digital wigwam.
How does your digital garden grow?
Does your data reap what it sows?
Is it pride or digital prejudice?
What is this digital edifice?
Beauty and the digital beast?
When will this acceleration cease?
Jumping on digital bandwagons.
From the dinosaur to the digital dragons.
A storm in a digital tea cup.
Lost in a cloud in the digital haze.
The oppression of the technological gaze.
Real life with techno twist.
What have I really missed?
The techno capitalist comes out to play.
There is no soul in this code.
Bias is sent to try us, in multimode.
Hope is resistance, surveillance insistence
Mind your own digital business.
As we turn into our own digital witness.
Lost in a cloud in the digital haze.
Ticking and tocking with the digital clocks.
Techno corridors and realities collide.
I’m truly out of my digital mind.
Lost in the digital laundry in Zoom.
Trapped in a small black box of doom.
With my name and always on mute.
Here’s to the avoiding the digital salute.
Who stole my legacy hand?
From the data wardrobe, do you understand?
What does it all really mean?
What does the data say?
Data glorious data.
Digital harvest or data hater?
Data ashes to data ashes.
See my digital life as my computer crashes.
Digital dust to digital dust.
My, myself and my data distrust.
Like a phoenix from the digital flame.
All these pictures in a beautiful frame.
If you’re a ‘host’,
Then you’re a digital ghost.
Roar, soar, digital folklore.
Story, glory, my data inventory.
Digital history, magical mystery.
Let’s go on a tour, to the digital core.
Explore our futures, data shakers and digital movers.
Never knowingly, is data undersold.
All that glitters that is definitely not gold.
If I’m left to my own devices.
Then life is full of digital surprises.
The semiotics of my technology.
The poetics of digital ecology.
A kaleidoscopic glitch.
A digital switch.
Is there light at the end of the digital tunnel?
Is there an end to the data funnel?
The fellowship of the digital ring.
The hills are alive so let us sing.
Eternal sunshine of the digital mind.
Sadly, my data has left me behind.
Mirror, mirror on the digital wall.
Whose data is the fairest of them all?
Little digital fires everywhere.
Nothing to see here.
Both being and digital nothingness are clear.
From wellbeing and mindfulness.
To analytics and techfulness.
All the hidden digital forces.
Are only fools and digital horses.
All technology, great and small.
Some will work and some will fall.
The proof is in the digital pudding.
But what are we really cooking?
Have your digital cakes and eat them.
And after that, well what then?
The data flows like digital lava.
The digital canvas like la pelle du vide
Bringing out the digital void in me.
How to train your digital dragon.
While falling off the digital wagon.
The digital wheels are all on fire,
What if data couldn’t get much higher?
Putting the pivot into pivotal.
Why is everything so digital?
From remote working with love.
I walk on digital splinters.
A thousand digital winters.
What if my hand does not fit inside the digital glove?
Wayfinding inside a digital palace.
What if data means no malice?
Fantastic technologies and where to find them.
It’s not a question of ‘if’ but of ‘when’
What digital shadows does data cast?
Perhaps the future is a guide to the past,
How can I navigate this inevitable path?
Without bringing about my own digital wrath?
Who am I and what can I be?
Hell is other people and their technology.
No exit from the digital narrative.
If our future is shared, then why isn’t it collaborative?
Locked inside a digital fugue.
What are we really trying to prove?
Can we control alternative realities?
The techno-poetics of complex identities.
Pip McDonald works in higher education in learning technology and is also an experimental performance poet. She curates and performs multimodal and technology-enhanced poetry (TEP). She recently published original poetry in both the Global and International Poets Anthologies edited by Sourav Sarkar.
