My Google Profile As Spoken Word: My Disorganized Religion

Someone pointed out to me that the first few paragraphs of my Google+ profile could actually be an awesome poetry-slam entry. Well, MC Yammer, master of all things linguistic, needed no further encouragement. To wit: my Poetry Slam entry! Imagine this declaimed drunkenly to a roomful of bitter rivals, all desperately competing for the coveted title, late in the proceedings.

My Disorganized Religion

You’ve found the Google profile of Andy Bassford
The musician.
Googling for me
Or one of my many namesakes
Can be confusing
To say the least.
So let me explain further.
I am NOT the hardworking and thorough
Assistant District Attorney of that name
In Richmond, Virginia.
Though to her dying day
My mother wished
That I had gone to law school.
NOR am I the renowned chef
Andy Bassford of Mobile, Alabama.
I like to cook, but no one would
Hire me to do it.
I am also NOT the British fish expert
Andy Bassford.
In fact, I know very little about fish
Except that they are quite tasty
When properly prepared.
I am NOT the recent Michigan high school graduate
Andy Bassford
Who arouses strong opinions
Among his peers.
I am blissfully ignorant of my peers’ opinions
Which is just as well.
NOR am I the devout and socially involved
Church-going
English expatriate in Jamaica named
Andy Bassford.
This last gentleman
Is particularly confusing for the web surfer
Because I also lived in Jamaica
For a time.
I am partially of English descent
But I do NOT participate in any organized religion.
I am a devout musician
But that is, if anything
A disorganized religion.

 

Know The Road Traffic

More found poetry. My only contributions are the title, the line breaks and the punctuation.

Know The Road Traffic

A holographic view
of what the needs are
as far as
training—

Environment of transformation
and transparency.

Memorialize it
and look
at it—

Know the road traffic.

The document
needed to be
massaged—

The big ship coming
is in the medical.

Strong messaging
around this
is going to be
a very
tough
year.

A Greenhouse Lotus

Introduction: Apart from the odd (sometimes very odd) attempt at lyric writing, I have never dabbled much in poetry. However, I recently participated in a WebEx presentation and realized that I was listening to a wondrous, spontaneous commentary on the modern world. Since I didn’t think the content of the presentation was nearly as interesting as the way it was expressed, I immediately started writing down as much of it as I could catch in real time. I then cut and pasted the words of the anonymous presenter, and then formatting them as a poet might. I am no expert, but it seems to me at least as good as Leonard Nimoy’s poems, possibly better.

(Each line in this poem is transcribed verbatim, in sequence from the WebEx presentation. I wish I could remember the name of the person who actually came out with these bon mots, but I can’t. My poetic contribution is limited to formatting what he said with line breaks, capitalization, and punctuation.)

A Greenhouse Lotus

Cloud based offering
Granular level access-based control.
Compatible with other players,
Full integration is exposed—

I’m the person hanging on to the lock.

Integration across the tools
Where multiple technologies are at play
This is the out of the box experience
I believe this is the link that I want—
There is a minimal amount of learning.

Ribbon exploitation, mirror mode,
Set of extensibility options—
I can work the way I want.

The mappings to portlet,
The best way to create that new user experience.
Maintain the metadata—
The same direction is being leveraged.

Living on top of Domino—

Modularized.