Momentarianism resides
staunchly in the present
at industrial strength occupancy,
supremely reinforced
with a majority
of unified short attention spans.
It features, as behavioral rituals,
tweets, video clips,
mostly still photos,
and opinion quips.
It’s a kind of social
whole body of work,
mostly accomplished by
jibes, one liner, retorts, glimpses,
that are impulse flash driven.
That inner reactive voice
that use to be curbed
at the mouth
has now been given
selective experimental permission.
Partly, it has faultfinding search,
like focusing on the dead bugs
on the windshield while driving,
but some have been,
what-were-they-thinking,
out of context quirks,
or a kind of gawking spectatorship
as an inbreeding-for-share,
programming in place.
It is vulnerable and venerable
to consensual bites.
Popularity inferences
are trendy and weigh heavily.
Voting, as in
pass this along for share
is part of its enterprise.
Tidbits, snacks,
sound bites and clips,
all work well
within this temporality.
Seen it, done it, been there,
is a hungry but cynical audience.
Contemplation in momentarianism
is like that place
where you are
just before you know
you are going to sneeze.
It is where
time-lapse photography
makes a lot of viewing sense
without all that pointless
real time waiting,
although a day
in a time-lapse minute
is suspect to still be
solemnly slow.
As on scene as this may seem,
texting while driving
is the only reason
for posted speed limits
to be observed as justification
in a court of law account
as to, how
did this accident happen?
Momentarianism may have always
been in existence,
undisclosed within each person’s
inner-mind dialogue
but now, longstanding rules
for use of language,
acceptable topic,
shared opinion,
general summary and slander,
have altered how
and by what means
these remarks are made evident
or should I say, are broadcast.
Momentarianism of this kind
is not for everyone,
sort like how multi-tasking is,
for some, it is native and natural
for others,
these remarks are verbal farts.
A brakeless run
in a down hill fashion,
off of the mountain
made of that day.
Please, momentarianism
is not to be confused
with the “now”.
One is picayunish personified,
while the other is
oneness without objectification.
Go figure . . .
A first time Slip N Slide run
as compared to
today’s ocean ride
from a lifetime surfer . . .
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