Friday, September 17, 2010

A Sermon That No One Will Hear

Sometimes, I sit very quiet in SecondLife, and besides the cacophony, the trolling and the drama and the techno-babble, do you know what I see?


I look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
     Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
     Who is it for?

All the lonely people
     Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
     Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
     No one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
     What does he care?

All the lonely people
     Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
     Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
     Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
     No one was saved

It's not that SecondLife people are more lonely than the rest of the world--you could even say they're the lucky ones who have the means and make the effort to do something about it, sitting alone in their rooms, they turn on a box and try to break the barrier that surrounds each of us and discover kindred species, only to find there are none, we are all unique and unfathomable and  unreachable.  No man is an island, we are all lonely planets spinning in space, trying to glean some comfort from the light reflected by our neighbors, despite the great void between us.


All the lonely people
     Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
     Where do they all belong?

 When you see the trolls, think of Father McKenzie writing a sermon of nihilism and race and video games that no one will here, and Eleanor Ribgy, the SecondLife fashionista wearing the face she keeps in the folder in her inventory, who is it for?


All the lonely people
     Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
     Where do they all belong?

3 comments:

  1. I was just talking about you you nasty fat fuck. I hope you heard it. I'll be glad to say it again.

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  2. What is it you want out of these confrontations anthony? Confirmation? Consolation?

    I'm aware of you. I'm aware of your anger, your vitriol, your frustration. The world hasn't been fair to you. The virtual world wasn't any better. I'm sorry. I don't know how to make it any better though.

    I hope you find peace some where, some day.

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  3. good post boyd , very true .

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