Cleanliness Is The Height Of Insincerity

In 1967 Senator Ronald Reagan,
a man who knew how to project an image
on his way up from leading The Actor's Union
to American President, defined a hippy thus
'A man who looks like Jane and smells like Tarzan'.
I am no prude but with the mass advertising of male grooming,
the advent of 'the new man', and post modern
feminism we have a strange new mix and match
to confuse each other. Tarzan wants be pampered like Jane,
Jane wants to be a designer Tarzan, Jane likes her new man,
but neither of them would survive for long in a real jungle.

Facebook-

the lifestyle addition
to a life that creates
an infinite capacity
for collective solipsism
that is ultimately
about avoidance.

Remote, Controlled

I never cease to be surprised
at how fast in prosperous societies
new technologies germinate,
from breezy aspirations for the near-future
to become nervous stabs 

at the unknown life in the present.

It is as if there is now no difference
between the experience of a life
and the half life of a life-style.

With the optimism of advertising,
we seem to be just buttons to be pressed.
We exist less to stroke one another,
more to press and be pressed
into serving a barren future.