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A Tribute To My Virtual (Real) Friend . . .

Regular readers of this blog know well my work on Book Island in the virtual world Second Life.

Some of you have read the guest post I did for Joel Friedlander, Second Life: Virtual Book Promotion and Word of Mouth.

Some folks claim that friendships in virtual worlds aren’t real

I would say two things:

They didn’t use the right virtual world.


They’ve never been in a virtual world.

Perhaps a quote from that guest post is in order:

“If you’ve never experienced virtual reality, the first, obvious yet often-overlooked, fact is that there is a real person behind every virtual person. You may be sitting in a fake coffee house, ‘drinking’ fake coffee with a 3-D representation of another person, but that other person is ‘there’, responding to you

I have a friend on Book Island named Donjuan Writer.

He’s ultra-intelligent, from the UK, living in Sweden, writes awesome poetry, and is looking into making films in Second Life.

I’ve had many amazing conversations with him.

Recently, he told me he’d had a “breakout” event—performed some of his poetry in public.

There’s a video down there with him performing the poem and I’m going to put the words here, too.

First though, I want to give the definitions for a word used in the poem—bollocks:

1 – the testicles.

2 – [treated as singular] nonsense; rubbish (used to express contempt or disagreement, or as an exclamation of annoyance).

War On Bo**ocks

Ladies and gentlemen,
Brothers and sisters
Children and animals
Flora and fauna,
rent boys and feminists,
movement-makers and cynical bastards,
people of the world,
I declare a war,
on Bollocks.

Let us not be mistaken
this is not a war on dog’s bollocks.
“Dog’s bollocks” is our unifying cry.
it is bollocks
and bollocks alone
that calls us to action.

For too long,
bollocks has paraded itself as reality.
Broadcasted bollocks
has been viewed by our children.
Bollocks has been exposed to the peoples of other cultures,
even the very notion of culture,
has become bollocks.

We have no idea to what degree bollocks may have infiltrated our borders.
We can never document how much bollocks has gone unchecked.
And while the bollocks that springs to mind
hang before our opened eyes,
the untold bollocks beyond our peripheries,
aside from our focus,
underlying the fabric of our cares,
hanging there in the gob-smacked vacuum of the truth-filled cosmos,
continue to taunt and dare us.

There is so much bollocks in our midst that it is fair to conclude that the world rests on the top
of almighty bollocks.

To the bollocks, I say “bollocks”
and take back what’s rightfully mine;
my bollocks
my business
and the bollocks of men, women and children
are their own bollocks.

The bollocks we rise against
are the bollocks that would destroy us.
the bollocks that would enslave us,
the bollocks that would have us teetering on the edge as we slave away in a rut that has us pummeled and bombarded by bollocks
day in
day out,
the bollocks belligerently bashes, beats and bastardises
our rights to just hang about and talk bollocks.

Our rights will be etched loud and proud on our collective, human constitution,
the right to bare bollocks
in the name of world peace
space travel,
clean energy,
healthy food
affordable medical care
access to education
and the longevity of life;
the ability to travel the globe
with a smile on our faces and to smile without fear in the face of a new endeavor
an endevour into the future
the future that is free
from this bollocks.
Brothers, sisters, hermaphrodites,
hear my plea,
Bollocks to bollocks
it’s dog’s bollocks time!

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11 responses to “A Tribute To My Virtual (Real) Friend . . .

  1. chazdesimone March 11, 2013 at 12:27 am

    This is fun poetry! And as for virtual vs “real” friends, I think most of us are “virtual” even when sitting across from a real person in a real coffee shop — because we all put on so many different faces, depending on who we’re communicating with. I have my business side, my family side, and my wacky side. (Okay, the family already knows I’m wacky and so do some of my clients.) Also, I’ve made some real friends who were “hiding behind” their virtual personalities when I met them. So I agree with you, Alexander, that virtual friends can be real friends.


  2. madiebeartri March 11, 2013 at 6:37 am

    I have always wanted to see what second life and virtual reality was all about.


  3. Jane Watson March 11, 2013 at 7:34 am

    I loved DonJuan’s delivery of this and the sheer energy and chutzpah of it…It’s great stuff. I also saw something interesting in the post. To me, apart from ‘nonsense’ in the broadest sense of the word, DonJuan’s poem is about bigotry and intolerance and whadya know?- this blog post starts off describing the intolerance, bigotry, some folks have against Second Life, where DonJuan resides as an avatar. I have heard so much nonsense about why Second Life is no good… mostly from folks who have never been there and have no intention of ever doing so…..sound familiar? They mistrusted electricity once too… don’t see many folks turning off all the lights now though, do you? ;-)


  4. John Pope March 11, 2013 at 7:40 pm

    Donjuan had a Saturday show I never missed on Secondlife he is hilarious, serious,, and emotional. He is a great poet. It was neat to see him in first life.


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