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?

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.

ISSN 2752-3659

I, learning technologist

Pip McDonald

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