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noun. a term, originating from cyberpunk fiction and culture, referring to the real (that is, not virtual) world, the world of flesh and blood. somewhat tongue-in-cheek. the opposite of cyberspace.
The only space that really matters, the space with all the senses,
where the positive mixes with the negative and becomes our reality.
There is nothing like it!
Street noises mix with the taste of a sweet,
cheap happy hour beer.
The city is loud and unsafe, but at least the
asphalt drives the bugs away.
Meatspace: the place you go where hardly
anyone knows your name, unless you tell them- you surly have more
privacy in this glorious, meaty space where we are all made of soft
fleshy limbs and not pixels, where things like happiness happen with
the touch of a hand or the sticky-warm air on your face, not just with
words in the world of your mind's own creation.
once a thing that needed no explanation, once the only space we had,
one that humans loved and where we found wonder in creation and
innovation and discovery; once the place where love was found and
cultivated and cherished; but back then everything was different.
It was much easier and desirable to stay in one place, exploration
in the every-day happened in a much smaller sense.
Now that the world is so much bigger, it seems we
think we need even more space than our own earth can provide.
Our backyards are so much bigger,
even the ones that flood.
This space, this space on which you read
right now, this incredible self publishing superhighway of ideas
and information and people and expression threatens our wonder-filled
It is slowly becoming the more desired life form, life,
communication repository, world.
Proceed with caution.
You must have street smarts in both spaces-
book-smarts can mean next to nothing.
But at least in Meatspace, you were born well equipped.
Meatspace, marvelous Meatspace:
an emoticon kiss is just not the same.
A few things: thing one- I realize I'm really taking liberties with what I perceive to be a poem, but then again I never pretended I was a poet to begin with. Just a fun-seeker here in Cyberspace. Which leads to thing two- of course I love internet and see all the good that it brings to the world. Duh, I'm writing a blog, I'm an avid Facebook user, I have a twitter account (not that I really use it much); I obviously don't hate the internet. It is a pretty amazing thing that allows all sorts of other amazing things to happen in Meatspace. Just take the Green brothers for example, who are slowly taking over the world with their awesomeness. But that being said, if I see one more story about Cyberbullying or preteens stabbing their friends because of something they saw on the internet, or any such awful thing, I might just scream. But if I scream in Meatspace, no one will hear me but the neighbors, so I guess I might as well just write a crappy poem about it instead.
|Speaking of John Green, do yourself a favor and see this movie. You will cry, but you will also laugh.|