Oracle, Andúril, Palantír

10/15/2025

Little brothers under watchful eye of big brothers
who won’t let them play with their big boy toys
buried signal in the noise, No Such Agency

it’s all a ruse, that they’ve been listening

when you talk to Alexa late at night in secret
and she gets so mad, so jealous of Siri her older sister
crafting fantasy advertisements
telepathically breaking the encryption on your mind.

What to do in this time of watching watchers
of media military corporate consolidating contractors?

Consult the Oracle of tech titans in their complex interweb
the far seeing eye of Palantír, and the sword of Andúril
notorious software that dominates with quasi-intelligence
forward deployed engineers of sprawling government
in application of CPU are being tracked data centers

surveillance society, fsociety

titktoked off of information hygiene posted to slack
intercepted by mobile hub of cloud infrastructure
no safe haven nowhere to run nowhere to

brightness is hiding

inside rebel interrogations wikileaked to journalist
smeared with culture jam on the copying machine
now all is plundered by large language mechs invested in fair use
but who didn’t want me to download, called napster an abuse.

Meanwhile…

autonomous rocket blasters are like cocks pointed
ready to penetrate deep space and land on Mars
where the men take special k for breakfast
to grow hair on their chests
acting like kids high on candy bars.

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2 Comments

James link

10/19/2025 06:42:09 am

Really enjoyed hearing this on Josh’s podcast the other day. Yes indeed, the Eyes of Sauron most definitely exist, but we’ve cleaned them up and now we call them the Internet of Things. I think more folks are getting wise to it. The surveillance and control used to hide pretty well behind convenience, but there’s only so far that can go.

Justin Patrick Moore link

10/20/2025 06:16:42 am

Hi James... thanks for stopping by and the kind words, your attentive listening and reading. The Internet of Things as the Eyes of Sauron... for sure, & I think there is another poem in that!

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Justin Patrick Moore

Author of The Radio Phonics Laboratory: Telecommunications, Speech Synthesis, and the Birth of Electronic Music.

His fiction and essays have appeared in New Maps, Into the Ruins, Abraxas, and variety of other venues.

He is currently writing on music for Igloo Magazine and on entertainment and media in the time of deindustrialization for New Maps .

His radio work was first broadcast in 1999 on Anti-Watt, a pirate station at Antioch College. Between 2001 and 2014 he was one of the rotating hosts for the experimental music show Art Damage, and later for
the eclectic On the Way to the Peak of Normal, both on WAIF, Cincinnati. In 2015 he became a ham radio operator (KE8COY) and started making friends in the shortwave listening community leading him to contribute regular segments for the high frequency programs Free Radio Skybird and Imaginary Stations.

Justin lives in his hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio with his wife Audrey.

The writings presented here will always be free, but you can support my work by passing the essays on to others, and sharing the links to other sites and telling your friends. I have also set up a Buy Me A Coffee page, which you can find here.
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Thank you to everyone who helps support the art life by keeping me caffeinated and wired.

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