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I’ve never even considered posting a poem on the PETAL blog, but I was asked a few months ago to write a poem about facebook, which I resisted for quite some time, partly because I didn’t feel it was a suitable topic for a serious poem and I didn’t want to put much effort into a silly poem.
I’ve never even considered posting a poem on the PETAL blog, but I was asked a few months ago to write a poem about facebook, which I resisted for quite some time, partly because I didn’t feel it was a suitable topic for a serious poem and I didn’t want to put much effort into a silly poem.2
However, when I was walking to class yesterday, I was pondering the objections that many faculty have to facebook, that it can be too personal and that it is difficult to preserve a veneer of professionalism in such an environment. Somehow that led me to the following poem. I’m not going to claim that it is a particularly good poem, but it does make some important claims. And I suppose it has its poetic moments, as well.
However, when I was walking to class yesterday, I was pondering the objections that many faculty have to facebook, that it can be too personal and that it is difficult to preserve a veneer of professionalism in such an environment. Somehow that led me to the following poem. I’m not going to claim that it is a particularly good poem, but it does make some important claims. And I suppose it has its poetic moments, as well.
Facebook does all those things and is a wonderful place in many ways, but but don’t forget it’s also big business, making money off our personal data from advertising and creating market research databases.