My Computer Ate My Homework 4, Dolce far niente, Gene Ziegler, Pieter Boskma, Jorie Graham, Luuk Wojcik


My Computer Ate My Homework 4, Dolce far niente


"Parallax Dance" Computer Graphic Painting, 2010, door Alexander Peverett



If Dr. Zeuss were a Technical Writer

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
and the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
and the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort
then the socket packet pocket has an error to report!

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
and your data is corrupted cause the index doesn't hash,
then your situation's hopeless, and your system's gunna crash.

You can't say this? What a shame, sir!
We'll find you another game, sir.

If the label on the cable on the table at your house
says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
but your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,
that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
and your screen is all distorted by the side-effects of gauss,
so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,
then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,
cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gunna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,
and the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risc,
then you have to flash your memory
and you'll want to RAM your ROM.
quickly turn off your computer and be sure to tell your mom!


Geschreven door Gene Ziegler in 1994

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Dolce far niente, Jason O. Gilbert, Alfred Tennyson


My Computer Ate My Homework 3, Dolce far niente


Computer Graphic Painting, 2001, door Alexander Peverett



The Internet from A to Z

A is for Actually,
And that mansplaining tone;
B is the Block button —
They can mansplain alone.

C is for Clickbait
And things you won’t believe in;
D is for the dogs
And the cats who can’t even.

E is for your emails
Stacked 8,000 tall.
F is for “Fuck it!
I’m deleting them all!”

G is for Gamergaters,
May they fall off a cliff;
H is for Hard G
(That’s the sound that starts “GIF.”)

I is for IRL,
And a nice, real-life chat;
J is for JK,
Because who wants to do that?

K is for killing it,
Which all startups do.
L is for losing money
(They do a lot of that, too).

M is for monocles
Tiaras, and deviled eggs.
N is for Normcore:
Now THAT’S a fake trend with legs.

O is for #OBAMA,
P is for pointing out
What the Caps Lock is for.

Q is for quitting
Your time-wasting apps.
R is for your inevitable
And shame-filled Relapse.

S is for Snapchat
And the unpleasant dick pics,
T is for Tinder
And when you unpleasantly pick dicks.

U is for Uber,
And its attempts to make nice;
V is for Vox
(CORRECTION: It’s for Vice).

W is for Wow,
Or Whoa, or WTF,
(It’s what you say about a longread
You haven’t read yet.)

X is for XD,
And ¯_(ツ)_/¯, and all good emoji,
Y is for Yo
As in “Please never Yo me.”

Z is for zero,
The fucks you should give
When facing your critics:
”I was feeling my look! Can I live?!?!”

That was the Internet
From A until Z.
And if you disagree
Well, that’s fine with me:
Just lay off the Caps Lock,
And hit me with your best block,

And for my sake,
And your sake,

Let’s let each other be.


Jason O. Gilbert
Gilberts profielfoto op Twitter


Het werk van de humoristische schrijver Jason O. Gilbert verscheen in The New York Times, McSweeney's, Slate, GQ, Esquire, Above Average, Paste etc.. Hij heeft ook gewerkt als journalist voor The Huffington Post en als badmeester voor veel zwembaden in Georgië. Hij woont in Brooklyn.



De Engelse dichter Alfred, Lord Tennyson werd geboren op 6 augustus 1809 in Somersby, Lincolnshire, England. Zie ook mijn blog van 6 augustus 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Alfred Tennyson op dit blog.


A Farewell

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
For ever and for ever.

But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.

A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.



In The Garden At Swainston

Nightingales warbled without,
Within was weeping for thee:
Shadows of three dead men
Walk'd in the walks with me:
Shadows of three dead men, and thou wast one of the three.

Nightingales sang in the woods:
The Master was far away:
Nightingales warbled and sang
Of a passion that lasts but a day;
Still in the house in his coffin the Prince of courtesy lay.

Two dead men have I known
In courtesy like to thee:
Two dead men have I loved
With a love that ever will be:
Three dead men have I loved, and thou art last of the three.




Fair is her cottage in its place,
Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides.
It sees itself from thatch to base
Dream in the sliding tides.

And fairer she, but ah how soon to die!
Her quiet dream of life this hour may cease.
Her peaceful being slowly passes by
To some more perfect peace.


Alfred Tennyson (6 augustus 1809 – 6 oktober 1892) 


Zie voor de schrijvers van de 6e augustus ook mijn blog van 6 augustus 2015 en ook mijn blog van 6 augustus 2011 deel 1 en eveneens deel 2 en ook deel 3.


My Computer Ate My Homework 2, Dolce far niente, Charles Bukowski


Dolce far niente


Computers And Wires door Tommy Midyette, 2011



My Computer

My Computer

"what?" they say, "you got a

it's like I have sold out to
the enemy.

I had no idea so many
people were prejudiced

even two editors have
written me letters about
the computer.

one disparaged the
computer in a mild and
superior way.
the other seemed

I am aware that a
computer can't create
a poem.
but neither can a

yet, still, once or
twice a week
I hear:
you have a

yes, I do
and I sit up here
almost every
sometimes with
beer or
and I work the
the damn thing
even corrects
my spelling.

and the poems
come flying
better than

I have no
idea what causes
all this

I want to go
the next step
beyond the
I'm sure it's

and when I get
they'll say,
"hey, you hear,
Chinaski got a

"what? "

"yes, it's true!"

"I can't believe

and I'll also have
some beer or
some wine
or maybe nothing
at all
and I'll be
85 years old
driving it home
you and me
and to the little girl
who lost her
or her


Charles Bukowski (16 augustus 1920 – 9 maart 1994)
Andernach. Charles Bukowski werd in Andernach geboren.



Zie voor de schrijvers van de 28e september ook mijn blog van 28 september 2015 en ook mijn blog van 28 september 2014 deel 1 en eveneens deel 2.


Jan Slauerhoff, Computerproblemen

Het einde


Vroeger toen ’k woonde diep in t land,

Vrat mij onstilbaar wee;

Zooals een gier de lever, want

Ik wist: geen streek geeft mij bestand,

En ’k zocht het ver op zee.


Maar nu ik ver gevaren heb

En lag op den oceaan alleen,

Waar zelfs Da Cunha en Sint-Heleen

Niet boren door de kimmen heen,

Voel ik het trekken als een eb


Naar ’t verre, vaste, bruine land...

Nu weet ik: nergens vind ik vree,

Op aarde niet en niet op zee,

Pas aan die laatste smalle ree

Van hout in zand.



Jan Slauerhoff



De Nederlandse dichter en schrijver Jan Jacob Slauerhoff werd geboren in Leeuwarden op 15 september 1898.



Jan Slauerhoff (15 september 1898 – 5 oktober 1936)



Nee niet het einde van dit blog, maar veel problemen met mijn computer maakten het vandaag (dat wil zeggen: de 15e september) onmogelijk een normaal bericht te plaatsen. Morgen beter hoop ik!


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