To Release, to detach, to disconnect...

When you release something
you detach it,
you disconnect,
you fracture a connection.

Robert Pinsky wrote a poem titled: " Poem of Disconnected Parts" His was a political poem, but one could write a personal poem.Didn't I teeth into adulthood accepting the words —the personal is political.

So what are the disconnected parts?

We've become so used to horrific acts that we don't notice when the level is ratcheted up and up some more. We disconnect from the implications.

Some authors increase the intensity of violence with each book just to keep the thrill factor alive. And then the minutiae of the scene is described in graphic detail.

I'm often stunned when I see real time combat video. Do we become conditioned so that we aren't even aware of the reality being viewed?

Are we becoming detached—simply observers, not connected to real time?

People release their avatars into video games. Avatar relates to avatar. It's easy to create a persona, inhabit that facade—perhaps the line between the person and the image fade—disconnect, fracture.

My friend Annie loved to live on the edge, or even with one foot hanging over the edge. She used to say that the high she achieved needed to be fed. The more she moved over the edge the further away she was from the shore.

When the writer releases words into a void they, too, move away from the shore—disconnected from the unseen reader or even wondering if there is a reader.