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The Pitfalls Of Living In A Knowledge-Based Economy
by Dan KastenWhile my rival spends capital to purchase intangible measures
I find that as my eyes approach middle age
I must use a painterÂ’s palette to determine
which side of the fence is indeed greener
as my speed lessens I find that my paths are more direct now
less congested and less mingled by the bodies of those who died in traverse
perhaps there is a certain satisfaction in knowing that , yet a sadness, too,
in realizing that I probably had the knowledge to keep them from peril
why, I ask, then are you still an emotional parking lot
when everything youÂ’ve ever wanted is now completely within your vision
but sadly not in your grasp, a trajectory your age cannot fathom, such are
the pitfalls of living in a knowledge-based economy. 08/09/2007 Author's Note: For our President… anyone else out there making decisions in a vacuum.
“D is for Delightful and try and keep your trousers on;
I think you should know you're his favorite worst nightmare” – Arctic Monkeys
Posted on 08/09/2007
Copyright © 2025 Dan Kasten
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/09/07 at 02:22 PM Excellent capture of our times Dan. I especially like this line: why, I ask, then are you still an emotional parking lot
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| Posted by Mara Meade on 08/10/07 at 02:07 AM Hindsight, foresight and wisdom gained from experience all here. All here. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/10/07 at 05:21 PM "I find that my paths are more direct now" is my favorite new benchmark. And you well know where to point out the path, Dan. I find your kindness in here amazing. (And if you're not sure what I mean, IM me and we will break bread over it and sing...) always, —J |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 08/11/07 at 06:05 PM It's amazing how much lyricism, sarcasm, insight, and experience are here. Of course I am especially drawn to the center stanza where the lyrical drama heightens, and the sad truth is told. We all have made decisions "in a [relative] vacuum" try as we might not to-- and there is always lamenting by others who can see--and (usually?) by ourselves later--but the horror is when someone doesn't want to do otherwise, and even can have a sense of "satisfaction" from it... and has had the power to impose those decisions. |
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