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Digital love: Digital grief

If I send you an emoji

Will you know exactly

How I feel?

Will you  truly know

That love is real?

Or, if I send you

A coffin-shaped nail

Will you wail and gnash

Your teeth?

Will you experience

A kind of grief?

Or, truly, truly,

Will you not

Give a flying toss?

Loss, in all its peculiar manifestations,

Unites people of all races, classes and denominations,

We say, "I am at a loss," and we mean it.

It takes a life time to learn

How to let go and to hold on,

Like a duck with her ducklings,

Like a goose with her goslings,

Like a swan.

We learn to float in that remote-space

Between grief and love

And that is enough for me

So fuck all that emotionless

Emoji technology. 

plath

 

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Comments

<Deleted User> (18980)

Wed 29th Jan 2020 22:10

There was never a demand for emojis. But some bright spark somewhere had a bathtub moment and invented them. And when they are out there and available they create their own demand. If I see text peppered with emojis I can't be bothered to pick my way through it.

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