It’s the last form of mocking I would expect. Since when has anyone remotely associated with Web 2.0 been artistic, given all its naming schemes, color combinations, and typography?
Here are some excerpts from various Web 2.0 poems around the blogosphere:
by Paulo Ordoveza
Folksonomy. Always be launching. You need someone who gets it. We shall transcend borders. Roll your own roll-your-own. Tag me. We’re about what Web 2.0 is about. Label what defies categorization. The new is old. It’s all about community. Social is the new push. News clouds. Hack it.
My Web 2.0 Poem
by Karl Bode
sycophantic walking adverts
clicks hung by heavy gold chain around crooked necks
startups pimped, face creams and plastic surgeons
inane ancient dongles, painted fire engine red
with nametags like “innovation”
call them web 2.0
my grandfather’s blood still sits in soil
my father’s hands bled for lumber
These new men
don’t even know
what the fuck it is they sell
Web 2.0 Dadaist Poem
by Tate Linden
Dumpr, Enablr, Empressr, Extortr,
Fastr, Favr, Featr, Flagr,
Flappr, Flickr, Frappr, Gabbr,
Geotagr, Gickr, Gpokr, Grazr.
But quirky poetry is still poetry. The Web 2.0 trademark of creativity may be called immature, but who says what is genius and what isn’t? Most don’t care anyway, as long as they got the business plan down pat.