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Plague Poems – The Three-Hundred-and-Twenty-Second Week
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When my friend,
the ethicist, asks
if I am “doing good?”
I say, “I’m trying.”

And when my friend,
the ethicist, asks
if I am “doing well?”
I change the subject.

*

By now,
you have probably heard
about the deadly outbreak
of hantavirus
on a cruise ship,
which is a reminder,
which is yet another reminder,
that we are not
in an era of plague
but in an era of plagues.

*

When you see the news
that McDonald’s is removing
self-serve soda fountains
from its locations,
you may find yourself thinking
“that’s depressing,”
but it’s important to realize
it’s not that it’s depressing,
it’s that we’re in a depression.

*

Apparently
“A hidden force
is quietly pushing up costs
for everything
from your summer vacation
to your weekly grocery bills,”
and though I have noticed
these rising costs as well,
I must admit that
“A hidden force”
is an odd way of saying
“steady societal collapse.”

*

Editorial Note: This is a collection of Plague Poems written between May 2, 2026 and May 8, 2026.They were initially posted online on X/Twitter at @plaguepoems, on Mastodon at @plaguepoems@mastodon.social, on Bluesky at @plaguepoems, on Threads at @plague_poems, and on Instagram at @plague_poems.

Throughout the duration of this crisis new poems will be posted regularly at the above mentioned accounts, they will then be collected and reposted here as weekly compendiums.

Stay safe. Take care of each other.

*

It was just last week
that the WHO stated
“The world is now
better prepared
for future pandemics,”
and though I scoffed
at the time, this week
as I read the news about
the hantavirus outbreak
I hope the WHO is right,
oh how, I hope they are right.

*

I keep seeing headlines
about what various celebrities
wore to their fancy gala,
which I suppose means
we’re about a week away
from seeing headlines
wondering about
the strange “something”
so many celebrities
have come down with
after attending that fancy gala.

*

When you hear the news
about the hantavirus outbreak
you must remember:
that since 2020 we’ve had time
we’ve had plenty of time
to get ready for another pandemic,
so we are ready,
oh, yes we are very ready,
we are ready
to pretend this isn’t happening.

*

When you hear them talk
(and you will hear them talk)
about the hantavirus outbreak
on the cruise ship,
calmly but firmly remind them,
that all of us
are on the same ship,
and when they reply
that we aren’t ‘all
on that cruise ship,
tell them we are
tell them we really are.

*

As you see the news
about the dangerous virus
that can spread
from human to human
and which can result
in illness and death,
it is worth remembering
that Covid
remains a dangerous virus
that can spread
from human to human
and which can result
in illness and death.

*

If you listen
you will hear the experts
confidently stating
it is unlikely
this hantavirus outbreak
will turn into a pandemic.

And if you listened in 2019
you heard the experts
confidently stating
that it was unlikely
the coronavirus outbreak
would turn into a pandemic.

*

I have been assured
that considering how deadly
hantavirus is
it is really quite unlikely
that this outbreak
will turn into a pandemic,
and while I know
that this information
is meant to be reassuring,
I must confess
to not feeling reassured.

*

Listen: you must be mindful
of the key difference
between this moment
and the start
of the Covid pandemic,
the key difference
between this moment
and the start
of the Covid pandemic
is that at the start
of the Covid pandemic
nobody was saying
“I can’t do this again.”

*

An open note
to the Four Horsemen
of the Apocalypse
(but in this moment
particularly to
pestilence and war):
it’s not a race.

*

My brother in law
sent me an article
about the hantavirus outbreak
along with the message
“this is bullshit,”
and as I wanted him
to have the facts
I gently informed him
that in actuality hantavirus
has much more to do
with rat shit.

*

If all the news
about the hantavirus outbreak
has you searching
for something you can do:
wear a mas;
and if this passes and it turns out
you don’t need it
to protect yourself from
a hantavirus pandemic,
it will still protect you from
the ongoing coronavirus pandemic.

*

When you hear them say
that they are not worried
about the possibility
of a hantavirus pandemic
for they survived
the coronavirus pandemic
so they are sure they can survive
another pandemic,
calmly but firmly remind them:
they have not yet survived
the coronavirus pandemic.

*

Are people anxious
because of what
they do not know about
the hantavirus outbreak?

Yes, people are anxious
because of what
they do not know about
the hantavirus outbreak.

But people are anxious
because what they know
is we are not ready
for another pandemic
to break out.

*

When I asked, my friend,
the historian of medicine
for her thoughts
on a potential
hantavirus pandemic
she thought for a moment
and then replied: you know
it’s not every president
who gets the chance
to catastrophically fuck up
two pandemics.

*

My aunt, the doctor,
told me a new joke.
she asked:

Why doesn’t anyone
need to worry
about hantavirus spreading?

I said I did not know.
And so she answered.

Because with the cost
of gas
no one can afford
to go out and spread it.

And then neither of us laughed.

*

If they ask you:
how will we get through
a hantavirus pandemic?
Tell them:
we’ll do it
the same way
we got through
the coronavirus pandemic,
by taking care
of each other.
and when they say:
but we have not
yet gotten through
the coronavirus pandemic.
Tell them: exactly.

*

*

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I asked the professor
how her semester was wrapping up
and she replied:
“it feels like it’s been
a really long semester,”
and after a moment
she added:
“it feels like it’s been
a really long 2020s.”

*

Commenting on the price of gas
my friend in Indiana said:
“I don’t know
how things can get any worse,”
so I sent him the headline
“strong tornadoes,
damaging winds,
and baseball-sized hail
are possible
in parts of the Midwest today,”
and he replied:
“yeah, that’s worse.”

*

Apparently
“Nearly half of Americans
now live in places
with unhealthy levels
of ozone or particle pollution,”
so if you are tired
of explaining to people
that you wear a mask
and use an air purifier
because of Covid,
instead say you do it
because of pollution.

*

I have heard it said
that given the choice
between getting sick
more often
and wearing a mask,
most people
choose the former
and so, my friend,
I sincerely hope
that you
are not most people.

*

Editorial Note: This is a collection of Plague Poems written between April 25, 2026 and May 1, 2026.They were initially posted online on X/Twitter at @plaguepoems, on Mastodon at @plaguepoems@mastodon.social, on Bluesky at @plaguepoems, on Threads at @plague_poems, and on Instagram at @plague_poems.

Throughout the duration of this crisis new poems will be posted regularly at the above mentioned accounts, they will then be collected and reposted here as weekly compendiums.

Stay safe. Take care of each other.

*

According to the news
gas prices
have hit a new high,
and according to the news
most other aspects
of this society
are hitting a new low.

*

I’ve heard
that a festival
is a great place
to see bands.

I’ve heard
that a festival
is a great place
to take selfies.

I’ve heard
that a festival
is a great place
to let loose.

And
I’ve heard
that a festival
is a great place
to contract
“Coachella cough.”

*

A recent study on
Covid and thyroid diseases
found that the pandemic
“was associated with
a significant increase in
Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis,”
so when people tell you
that Covid “is all in your head,”
calmly but firmly reply
“yes, Covid is in the head,
and the thyroid too.”

*

When we discuss
the future
a friend insists
that humanity’s fate
will be determined
by what is written
in the stars
above us.

And
when we discuss
the future
another friend insists
that humanity’s fate
will be determined
by how many times
we catch SARS-
CoV-2.

*

With a hoarse voice,
and plentiful coughs,
my colleague apologized
and said with annoyance
that for some reason
his allergy medicine
just isn’t working anymore,
and though I wanted to say
“maybe this isn’t allergies?”
instead I just said:
“I’m sorry you’re feeling unwell.”

*

As we stood beside each other
in the vitamin aisle
the stranger pointed to a bottle
and said: “you should take these,
you know, for your heart,”
and though I wanted to point
to my mask
and say: “you should wear one,
you know, for your heart,”
instead I just said: “good idea.”

*

I sent my friend,
the historian of medicine,
an editorial which noted
“Protecting Americans
from deadly,
preventable diseases
should not be a partisan issue,”
and by way of response
she said: “it shouldn’t be,
but it has been,
it really has been,
and it is, it still is.”

*

When I asked
about her last lecture
the professor told me
that after class
students thanked her
for her engaging lectures,
for making study guides,
for allowing extensions,
but what mattered most to her
was the one student
who thanked her
for still wearing a mask.

*

I will admit
it had been awhile
since I’d been insulted
so when the man sneered
“I bet you’ll be buried
in that mask,”
it took me a moment
but I caught myself
and calmly responded
“the whole point
is to put off being buried
as long as possible.”

*

According to the WHO
“The world
is now better prepared
for future pandemics,”
and while I suppose
it is reassuring to hear
that the world is prepared
“for future pandemics,”
it is difficult to believe that
considering how
the world has given up
on the current pandemic.

*

I know
an economist who says
the cost of gas
will lead to disaster.

I know
a climatologist who says
our use of gas
is causing disasters.

I know
a doctor who says
there’s still gas
in the Covid disaster.

And I know
a historian who says
we are pouring gas
on an era of disasters.

*

With sincere apologies
to Mr. McFerrin:
but I must confess
that I am struggling
to “don’t worry,”
and I must confess
that I am also struggling
with the other part
of those lyrics too.

*

The professor told me
as her students
with smiles
turned in their exams
she felt like she
had succeeded
in teaching them something.

And
the professor told me
as her students
without masks
turned in their final exams
she felt like she
had failed
in teaching them anything.

*

I have heard
in honor of
international workers’ day
you should
attend a rally.

I have heard
in honor of
international workers’ day
you should
not work or shop.

And
I have heard
in honor of
international workers’ day
you should wear a mask
as Covid
remains a labor issue.

*

I know, my friend,
that it often feels
like the world
is getting worse,
but research has found:
“Our food is growing
less nutritious”
with many crops
containing “fewer
vitamins and minerals,”
so it may feel
like the world
is getting worse,
because it is, it really is.

*

As she talked about
gardening
the old punk noticed
my attention was drifting,
apologetically I explained
it feels odd to think
about building a garden
at a time like this,
and the old punk replied
at a time like this
all of us need to think
about building a garden.

*

*

Plague Poems…the following week

Plague Poems…the first week

Plague Poems…the full list

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As we discussed the news
my work friend asked
if I ever feel like we
are all just stuck
in an episode
of the Twilight Zone
but I replied that no,
I do not ever feel that way,
for I know
that Twilight Zone episodes
do not last this long.

*

According to the data
we are currently seeing
the lowest level
of daily COVID infections
that we have sen in years:
217,000 new daily infections,
and though i know
this is good news,
I can’t help but feel that
217,000 new daily infections
is still very bad news.

*

Recent analysis finds:
“the number
of competitive grants
awarded by
the National Institutes of Health
is down by more than half
compared with
the same period last year,”
and though it’s true
that funding NIH grants
is expensive,
not funding them
will cost us even more.

*

People keep telling me
they are worried
that during
the pandemic
far too many people
lost it.

And
I keep telling people
I am worried
that during
this ongoing pandemic
far too many people
caught it.

*

Editorial Note: This is a collection of Plague Poems written between April 18, 2026 and April 24, 2026.They were initially posted online on X/Twitter at @plaguepoems, on Mastodon at @plaguepoems@mastodon.social, on Bluesky at @plaguepoems, on Threads at @plague_poems, and on Instagram at @plague_poems.

Throughout the duration of this crisis new poems will be posted regularly at the above mentioned accounts, they will then be collected and reposted here as weekly compendiums.

Stay safe. Take care of each other.

*

At the meeting he apologized
for having forgotten my name
but he noted that he knew
we had met before,
because he remembered
that I still wear a mask,
and though I wanted to say
that I was pleased to hear
I had made a good impression,
instead: I just told him my name.

*

I saw a headline
which alarmingly noted:
“Urgent warning
of long Covid symptoms
as number of cases
rises in UK,”
but here, across the pond,
things are quite different,
yes, here we know
that the way to avoid
a rising number of cases
is to just keep counting them.

*

According to recent reports
“Oysters, clams
from certain Washington
harvest areas
recalled because of norovirus,”
which is a reminder,
which is yet another reminder,
that this
is not an era of plague,
but an era of plagues.

*

When you hear it said
that the approaching
“mega El Niño”
may be similar
to the devastating El Niño
of 1877,
you should know
that we are ready,
yes, at this point, you should know
that we are very ready,
yes, we are ready to ignore
mass death and suffering.

*

When I asked the historian
how his conference went
he told me it went well,
but as he was speaking
the moderator told him:
“you’re running out of time”
and without thinking
he immediately replied
“aren’t we all?”
and apparently
no one else there
seemed to find that funny.

*

If you are asked
(and you will be asked)
why you are still masked
tell them someone told you:
“it helps keep you
and your community safe
from COVID19, flu
and other respiratory illnesses,”
and if they ask:
“who told you that?”
calmly reply with:
“yes, the WHO told me that.”

*

The climatologist
sent me the article
“How climate change
may increase
antibiotic resistance.”

The epidemiologist
sent me the article
“How climate change
may increase
antibiotic resistance.”

And I replied
to both of them
with the message
“Happy Earth Day
to you too.”

*

Listen: on Earth Day
(especially on Earth Day)
you must understand
that it is not
that the world
is ending,
but that the world
as we knew it
has already ended.

*

According to a new report:
“More than 150 million people
across the U.S.,
including nearly half
the nation’s children,
live in areas
affected by harmful levels
of air pollution,”
so now you have have
yet another reason
to keep wearing a mask
and using an air purifier.

*

As the war continues
the world’s largest maker
of condoms
has announced that they
are significantly raising prices
due to material shortages,
which, at risk of being crude,
is bad fucking news.

*

I know that I should be worried
by the news that
“CDC won’t publish report
showing covid shots
cut likelihood of hospital visits,”
and yet I can’t help but think
that the CDC’s refusal
has just meant
that even more people
are learning
about the report’s findings.

*

Whenever my colleague
sees anything
about AI
he loudly says he can’t wait
for the bubble to burst.

And whenever my colleague
sees anyone
wearing a mask
he suddenly gets quiet
as if his bubble’s been burst.

*

My friend, the sci-fi fan,
told me her theory
for why things are so bad
is that we are trapped
in a simulation,
which is why she regularly states
“computer, end program,”
alas, issuing that command
hasn’t worked for her,
but perhaps if you try it
it will work for you.

*

I have heard that the symptoms
of the “mysterious”
new Covid variant include:
fever and shortness of breath,
fatigue and body aches,
loss of smell and razor blade throat;
however, another symptom
to watch out for
is people insisting
they’re just “mysteriously” ill.

*

By now
you have probably heard
that “Long COVID
potentially affects
nearly 6 million children
in the US,”
so even though
you have probably heard
that “the kids are alright,”
you must understand
that the kids really aren’t alright,
but then again
neither are the rest of us.

*

When people tell me
that they believe
the experience
of this pandemic
has broken everyone,
I wonder if they mean
that being asked
to help each other
broke everyone,
or if they mean
the recognition
that this request
was too much to ask
broke everyone.

*

*

Plague Poems…the following week

Plague Poems…the first week

Plague Poems…the full list

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As the week begins
I often wonder
how it is
that all of us
just keep going to work
when everything
is falling apart.

And as the week begins
I often wonder
if part of the reason
why everything
is falling apart
is that all of us
just keep going to work.

*

An open note
to the astronauts
from the Atemis II:
I know you had hoped
(well, probably hoped)
that the world
you came back to
would be better than it was
when you left it,
but I regret to inform you
that is sadly not the case.

*

It would seem
that I am losing patience,
for when the man in front of me
asked why I was masked
I promptly replied:
“so I can outlive my enemies,”
and based on the expression
the man made in response
it would seem
that was one of my better
responses to that question.

*

People keep telling me
that they were willing
to take precautions
during the pandemic,
and so I keep replying
that is also why
I am still willing
to take precautions now.

*

Editorial Note: This is a collection of Plague Poems written between April 11, 2026 and April 17, 2026.They were initially posted online on X/Twitter at @plaguepoems, on Mastodon at @plaguepoems@mastodon.social, on Bluesky at @plaguepoems, on Threads at @plague_poems, and on Instagram at @plague_poems.

Throughout the duration of this crisis new poems will be posted regularly at the above mentioned accounts, they will then be collected and reposted here as weekly compendiums.

Stay safe. Take care of each other.

*

By now
you have certainly heard
about how we are in
“festival season,”
which means that soon
you will certainly be hearing
about how we are in
“what’s the weird illness
everyone picked up
while attending festivals?” season.

*

A recent study investigated
“Negative social ties
as emerging risk factors
for accelerated aging,
inflammation, and multimorbidity,”
and while I guess it means
I should apologize
for being a “negative social tie,”
at least I try to be a
testing negative for Covid social tie.

*

I know
you don’t want
to hear this
but at this point
you don’t need
to wear a sweater,
I am sorry if hearing that
breaks your heart.

And I know
you don’t want
to hear this
but at this point
you do still need
to wear a mask,
I am sorry, but this virus
can break your heart.

*

I remember hearing
in the pandemic’s first year
that it was providing us
that it was providing all of us
with a lesson
in the fragile nature
of international supply chains,
but based on the news
it would seem that is a lesson
many of us failed to learn.

*

When you hear people say
that at the moment they have
“no gas in their tank,”
it could be they are using
this colloquialism to say
that they are very tired,
but given rising costs
there is also a chance
that they mean it literally.

*

I know, my friend,
that wish everything going on
you probably feel
like you are about to collapse,
but according to the news
“Critical Atlantic current
significantly more likely
to collapse than thought,”
so just know
you are not the only one
on the brink of collapse.

*

I keep hearing people say
that this pandemic
broke our society,
that this pandemic
profoundly broke our society,
and while that may be
I cannot help but think
that what this pandemic
has truly done to our society
is reveal
just how profoundly broken
it already was.

*

Between suspicious sneezes
a colleague assured me
that it was just allergies.

Between wet coughs
another colleague assured me
it was just a cold.

And while I appreciated
their assurances, I decided
not to sit between them.

*

When I asked
how her semester is going
the professor told me
she’s used to
students getting sick
with “senioritis”
around this time of the year,
but she’s not used
to getting so much
official documentation
from the student health center
around this time of the year.

*

A review notes
“Post-COVID-19 condition
encompasses
persistent symptoms
including headache,
cognitive impairment,
fatigue,
sleep disturbances,
dysautonomia,
pain and psychiatric disorders,”
so while these are
post-COVID conditions,
we are not
a post-COVID society.

*

My aunt, the doctor,
told me a new joke.
She asked:

Do you know why
they haven’t named
and of the Covid variants
with the abbreviation AI?

I said I did not know.
So she replied:

Because AI
is already the name
of a plague on humanity.

And then neither of us laughed.

*

As we waited
by the copy machine
my colleague said
she was glad it was Friday
as every day this week
has felt like a Monday,
and in response
another colleague stated
that since 2019
each and every single day
has felt like a Monday,
and in response
I just adjusted my mask.

*

I know you are overwhelmed
by all the bad news of late,
but, nevertheless,
you should be aware
that the CDC is warning
about an increase in infections
of a drug-resistant infection
that can cause sever diarrhea,
which unfortunately
is just more truly shitty news.

*

When I hear my students
refer to the 1990s
as “the late 1900s,”
I sigh and think to myself:
“it doesn’t feel like that
was so long ago.”

And
when I hear my students
refer to 2019
as when the pandemic began
I sigh and think to myself:
“it feels like that
was so long ago.”

*

Listen:
if you keep trying
one of these weeks
you’ll find the right words,
you’ll find the right deeds,
to convince people
that they need
to take care of each other.
It might eve be next week,
if you keep trying,
so keep trying,
please, my friend, keep trying.

*

*

Plague Poems…the following week

Plague Poems…the first week

Plague Poems…the full list

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As we waited
for the elevator
my work friend told me
“I have a really bad
feeling about this week,”
and though I wanted to joke
“hey, stop stealing my lines,”
instead I just said:
“yeah, me too.”

*

According to the news
about Artemis II
its crew is further
from the Earth
than humans have ever been.

And according to the news
about what’s going on
here on Earth
one can understand
why one would want
to get so far away.

*

When I seem down
my coworker advises me
to stop
paying so much attention
to the news.

But today when I asked him
why he seemed down
he said today he’ll need
to stop
for very expensive gas,
and before I could
stop myself I said:
you’re paying attention
to the news.

*

Six years ago
in the pandemic’s
first year
the tulips were blooming
the birds were singing
and the world
as you knew it
was ending.

And here
in the pandemic’s
seventh year
the tulips are blooming
the birds are singing
and the other thing
alas, that
is happening again too.

*

Editorial Note: This is a collection of Plague Poems written between April 4, 2026 and April 10, 2026.They were initially posted online on X/Twitter at @plaguepoems, on Mastodon at @plaguepoems@mastodon.social, on Bluesky at @plaguepoems, on Threads at @plague_poems, and on Instagram at @plague_poems.

Throughout the duration of this crisis new poems will be posted regularly at the above mentioned accounts, they will then be collected and reposted here as weekly compendiums.

Stay safe. Take care of each other.

*

I have read a statement
that “a whole civilization
will die tonight,
never to be brought back again,”
and as I read that statement
and as I reread that statement
I cannot shake the feeling
that the civilization
from which that statement comes
is one that is already dead.

*

When I asked the historian
for her thoughts
on this moment
she grew quiet, and then said:
that she used to wonder
what it was like
to go about your work
while seriously thinking
that a nuclear bomb
might be used that day,
but now
she no longer needs to wonder.

*

Please know, my friend,
it is completely understandable
if today you are finding
that it is impossible to focus
on your normal routine,
indeed, my friend,
what is harder to understand
is that today so many people
are somehow continuing
to just go about their routines.

*

It is no longer possible
for us
to carry on,
but it is still possible
for us
to carry each other.

*

My friend who thinks
about the past
says now is the time
to catch your breath.

My friend who thinks
about the future
says now is the time
to hold your breath.

My friend who thinks
about the present
says at this time
just be thankful
you can still draw breath.

*

Listen: by this point
you should understand
that there is a difference
between the four horsemen
slowing to a momentary trot,
and those four horsemen
returning to their stable.

*

My aunt, the doctor,
told me a new joke.
She asked:

What does this deal
have in common
with most of us?

I said I did no know.
And so she replied:

Just like most of us,
it’s falling apart.

And then neither of us laughed.

*

When I asked her
how future historians
will describe this week,
the historian replied:
that it is too soon to say
as this week
is still far from over.

*

When you hear people say
(and you will hear people say)
that they do not know
which is worse:
the looming catastrophe,
or waiting for
the looming catastrophe,
kindly but firmly tell them:
the catastrophe is worse,
the catastrophe is always worse.

*

In the business press
I read that “The pandemic
might be over,
but new research indicates
long Covid
is likely to reverberate
across OECD economies,
costing up to $135 billion
a year over the next decade,”
which really seems to suggest
that the pandemic
is not yet over.

*

The professor told me
that he recently learned
his continued mask wearing
has earned him a nickname,
apparently students call him:
“the man in the iron mask,”
and when I asked him
how that makes him feel,
he laughed and replied:
“what matters
is I don’t feel sick.”

*

My friend
who studies computers
says that this
is a week
that will go down in history.

My friend
who studies politics
says that this
is a week
that will go down in history.

My friend
who studies history
says that this
is a week
that shows
we’re all going down.

*

If I recall correctly
it was around this point
six years ago
when everyone realized
they would need
to cancel their summer plans,
and while it would be wrong
to say history
is literally repeating,
it seems like everyone I talk to
is canceling their summer plans.

*

When you hear
that the EPA is “proposing
gutting rules
for handling toxic coal ash,
a move
that threatens groundwater,”
it is important to understand,
it is very important to understand,
that “threatens groundwater”
is just another way of saying
“threatens you.”

*

I know, my cautious friend,
that at this point
you are probably tired
of wearing a mask,
but remember, my friend,
it is better to wear
a plague barrier,
than it is to become
a plague bearer.

*

Did a whole civilization
die this week,
never to be brought back?

No, a whole civilization
did not die this week,
never to be brought back.

But please remember
your whole civilization
will never be brought back
to where it was
before this week.

*

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When you hear them
reminiscing about the early weeks
of this pandemic by asking:
“Remember
baking sourdough?”
by asking:
“Remember
zoom hangouts?”
by asking:
“Remember
the tiger show?”
ask them:
“Remember
protecting each other?”

*

When you hear people say
that seeing the news
about how things are starting
to fall apart
in other countries
is reminding them
of the early days of the pandemic,
they probably do not mean
to suggest that this new crisis
will last for years,
but know: it probably will.

*

A friend sent me pictures
of the signs she saw
at the protest in her city:
there were funny signs,
there were serious signs,
there were colorful signs,
there were artistic signs,
but by far the best sign
in any of those pictures
was how many people
were wearing masks.

*

When your friends ask
how we will get through
the coming crisis
tell them:
“the same way we got through
the pandemic,
by taking care of each other,”
and when they reply
that we have not
actually gotten through
the pandemic,
calmly and firmly tell them:
exactly.

*

Editorial Note: This is a collection of Plague Poems written between March 28, 2026 and April 3, 2026.They were initially posted online on X/Twitter at @plaguepoems, on Mastodon at @plaguepoems@mastodon.social, on Bluesky at @plaguepoems, on Threads at @plague_poems, and on Instagram at @plague_poems.

Throughout the duration of this crisis new poems will be posted regularly at the above mentioned accounts, they will then be collected and reposted here as weekly compendiums.

Stay safe. Take care of each other.

*

Should they respond
to the concerns you voice
by noting that humanity
has survived
worse than this before,
tell them your concern
is not for humanity
which will survive,
but for the humans
who will not.

*

I will admit
at times when I look
at the price
of masks and test kits
I think it would be cheaper
to just stay in.

And I will admit
of late when I look
at the price
of gasoline
I think it would be cheaper
I think it would be much cheaper
to just stay in.

*

When you hear it said
(and you will hear it said)
that the world is facing
“an economic
COVID-19 infection,
and it’s spreading,”
please keep in mind
that at this moment
COVID-19 infections
are spreading as well.

*

When you hear
“The European Commission
has urged people
to work from home,
drive and fly less”
due to the current crisis,
it may feel like
we’re where we were
six years ago
and history is repeating,
but we are here, not there,
history is not repeating
it’s getting worse.

*

I know, my cautious friend,
that when you find yourself
being snickered at
as the only masked person
in the room
you may feel slightly foolish,
but remember, my cautious friend,
that those who are acting
like this pandemic is over
are just fooling themselves.

*

A note of clarification:
it is incorrect to say
that we are going
back to the moon,
for most of us
(really all but four of us)
are staying here on Earth,
though how many of us
in this wretched moment
are jealous of those few
about to flee this rock.

*

On most days
as I look at the news
I think what I’m seeing
has to be
some kind of joke,
though of course I know
it is not.

But on this day
as I look at the news
I think what I’m seeing
perhaps really could be
some kind of joke,
though of course I know
it is not.

*

My aunt, the doctor,
told me a new joke.
She asked:

Did you hear
that the CDC
is pausing testing
for rabies, smallpox,
and monkeypox?

And when I asked
for the punchline
she just replied:

No, this is real
it’s not an April Fool’s joke.

And then neither of us laughed.

*

My friend
who studies viruses
says we are in
an epidemiological crisis.

My friend
who studies computers
says we are in
an epistemological crisis.

So I asked
my friend
who studies history
which it is
and after a moment
she said: yes.

*

As I look at the news
I keep seeing stories
about how a handful of humans
are on their way
to orbit around
a cold and lifeless rock.

And as I look at the news
I keep seeing stories
about how a handful of humans
are on their way
to making this planet
a hot and lifeless rock.

*

When I am asked
why I still wear a mask
I often reply
that I cannot afford to get sick,
but after seeing the headline
“Hospital costs are rising
faster than inflation
and drowning Americans in debt,”
I worry that none of us
can afford to get sick.

*

In the dark times
when you hear:
“it’s not possible for us
to take care of daycare,
Medicaid, Medicare,
all these things,”
just know that these times
will remain dark
until we remember
that it is possible,
that it really is possible,
for us
to take care of each other.

*

I keep hearing people say
that considering
what is likely coming
now is a time to refrain
from getting yourself
into new debt.

To which I would add
that considering
what is likely coming
now is a time to refrain
from getting yourself
sick with Covid.

*

The headline asked:
“Do you have
the new Covid variant,
flu or other virus?”
but thankfully
I do not,
for what I do have
is a mask on my face.

*

My religious friend informed me
that it is very foolish
to speak so cavalierly
of the four horsemen,
pestilence and war and death
yes, those are here,
but famine remains in the stable,
so I sent her a picture
of prices at the supermarket
and she replied: ah.

*

The old hippie once told me
when he first saw
the picture of the Earth
taken by Apollo 17
he wept upon realizing
everyone was in that picture.

So I asked if he had seen
the picture of the Earth
taken by Artemis II
and through tears he said
everyone is in that picture.

*

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Plague Poems…the following week

Plague Poems…the first week

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Based on the weather
outside my office
I fear
sweater season
is ending.

Based on the coughs
inside my office
I fear
plague season
is enduring.

*

With everything else
that is happening
it may seem like
barely anyone is still talking
about the pandemic,
but if you really listen,
between their comments on
everything else
that is happening
you will hear their coughs
which is a way of still talking
about the pandemic.

*

According to recent reports
“Earth is increasingly
‘out of balance,’
as more heat is trapped
in the atmosphere
driving global warning,”
so if you’ve been feeling
like you are out of balance
just know, you are not alone.

*

Six years ago
when we were quarantining
a friend told me
that what people wanted
that what people really wanted
was to just close their eyes
and wake up
when the pandemic was over,
which I suppose explains why
six years later
so many people still have
their eyes closed.

*

Editorial Note: This is a collection of Plague Poems written between March 21, 2026 and March 27, 2026.

They were initially posted online on X/Twitter at @plaguepoems, on Mastodon at @plaguepoems@mastodon.social, on Bluesky at @plaguepoems, on Threads at @plague_poems, and on Instagram at @plague_poems.

Throughout the duration of this crisis new poems will be posted regularly at the above mentioned accounts, they will then be collected and reposted here as weekly compendiums.

Stay safe. Take care of each other.

*

When you hear it said
(and you will hear it said)
that we just can’t afford
to go on like this
for too much longer,
know they could be talking
about the climate,
or about the pandemic,
or about the rise of AI,
but in all likelihood
they probably just mean
the price of gas.

*

Update your phrases:
do not say we are
“fiddling while Rome burns,”
for that phrase
is old and apocryphal,
instead say we are
“skiing in swimsuits
while the mountains melt”
for that phrase
accurately describes
what some (in Colorado)
are actually doing at the moment.

*

It has been reported
that the “highly mutated
SARS-CoV-2 BA.3.2. variant”
with its immune escape potential
has now been detected
in the US as well
as in 22 other countries,
which means
that the seventh year
of this ongoing pandemic
isn’t off to a great start.

*

With a sigh, my friend said
that this is a bad time
for people who care
about education
and the planet,
about public health
and democracy,
about humanity
and the humanities,
so I asked her
when was it a good time?
and she replied: fair,
but this is a particularly bad time.

*

Based on the wastewater data
human metapneumovirus
(better known as HMPV)
is currently surging
across the US,
which is an unfortunate reminder
that what you find yourself
trying to survive
is not an era of plague
but an era of plagues.

*

The intake form
at the doctor’s office
included the question
“are you feeling
down, depressed, or hopeless?”
which seemed to me
like a rather rude way of asking
“are you paying attention
to the state of the world?”

*

I have heard it said
that we have passed
“The point of no return”
and that “New evidence
shows Antarctic melting
is already locked in,”
which is a reminder
that this ongoing pandemic
is not the only thing
we must figure out
how to survive.

*

As I shopped for groceries
an elderly woman
tapped me on the elbow
and in a kind voice said
“I think you and I
are the only two people
wearing masks in here,”
so I looked at her
and in response said
“I’m glad to know
that I’m in good company.”

*

When I tell my friends
that I am minimizing
going out
as I cannot afford
to get sick
they just roll their eyes,
but when I tell them
that I am minimizing
going out
as I cannot afford
to get gas
they nod sympathetically.

*

Apparently
“With the rise of new tools
in molecular biology,
it’s becoming clear
that viruses
and other pathogens
can remain in the body
or otherwise affect its workings
for a surprisingly long time,
which is another reason
it’s becoming clear
you should wear a mask.

*

According to a recent report
“Since the beginning of the month,
over 350,000 birds
have died
from an avian flu outbreak
in Indiana,”
and though you may not be
in Indiana,
you most certainly still are
in this era of plagues.

*

I keep hearing it said
that the spread of AI
is causing many to feel
that they can no longer
trust other people,
and that may be,
but I must confess
what caused me to feel
that I could no longer
trust other people
was seeing them act
like this pandemic is over.

*

While checking my eyes
the optometrist asked
why I was wearing a mask,
but before I could respond
she asked me to read
the letters on line 5,
and though I wanted to say:
C O V I D,
instead I just told her
line 5 was too blurry to read.

*

My aunt, the doctor,
told me a new joke.
She asked:

Why do they call
the BA.3.2. Covid variant
“Cicada”?

I said I did not know.
So she replied:

Because being in
this pandemic’s 7th year
makes you want to go outside
and scream.

And then, neither of us laughed.

*

According to recent research
“Prolonged AI use
may make it harder to think
critically and creatively,”
so if you care
about protecting your mind
avoid using AI,
and if you really care
about protecting your mind
you should also try
to do what you can
to avoid catching Covid.

*

As we discussed the dark times
the historian told me
that people wonder
if they had been there
would they have had
the courage to act;
and as she talked
I could only think
that in these dark times
most people do not
even have the courage
to wear a mask.

*

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Plague Poems…the first week

Plague Poems…the full list

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“I have a reputation as being anti-technology; in fact, as being something of a neo-Luddite. People who have labeled me as such usually know nothing about the Luddites. If they did, they wouldn’t use the term unless they mean to compliment me. In any case, to come to the point, I regard it as stupid to be anti-technology. That would be something like being anti-food. We need technology to live, as we need food to live. But, of course, if we eat too much food, or eat food that has no nutritional value, or eat food that is infected with disease, we turn a means of survival into its opposite. The same may be said of our technology.” – Neil Postman

 

Anyone who has publicly voiced opposition, or even mild skepticism, towards the output of the tech industry is likely to have found themselves called a “Luddite” for doing so. And that label probably wasn’t meant as a compliment. Rather, “Luddite” is usually deployed as a way of accusing someone of falling somewhere between foolish pastoralism and unthinking technophobia, while further suggesting that their resistance is futile and that they are bound to be left behind.

Certainly, there are some who have tried to rehabilitate the term “Luddite” and ground it in its historic origins in order to turn the title into a badge of oppositional honor…but despite these noble efforts, for the most part the term largely continues to either be flung around as an outright epithet or deployed as a sort of a self-deprecating confession. Indeed, for every person who proudly knows all the words to “The Triumph of General Ludd” there are probably a hundred who have been called “Luddites” for daring to gently critique a tech company.

You don’t like Facebook? Luddite! You haven’t invested in cryptocurrencies? Luddite! You think there’s something creepy about smart glasses? Luddite! You don’t like AI? Luddite!

And yet, it may well be, that those who are joining their voices and their actions to the growing opposition towards AI genuinely deserve to be called Luddites. However, this is not because they are foolish pastoralists or unthinking technophobes, but because in this case there are some noteworthy parallels between the current movement against AI and the historic Luddites. And to blithely dismiss of anti-AI voices as epithetic Luddites is to risk missing what is so significant about this movement and this moment.

To say it again: for many years now, anyone who has publicly voiced opposition, or even mild skepticism, towards the output of the tech industry is likely to have found themselves derided as a “Luddite” for doing so…however, that accusation just doesn’t quite land with much force at a point in time when many people seem to find the idea of taking a sledgehammer to AI rather appealing.

All of which is to say, that the real question in this moment is not whether anti-AI folks embrace (or should embrace) the title of “Luddite,” but whether they are (knowingly or not) embracing a philosophy of Luddism.

 

Of (historical) Luddites

If one wants to argue that there is more to the term “Luddite” than just an insult, it is usually necessary to revisit the origins of that term. Namely, the workers from early 19th-century England who were genuinely known as Luddites. Those interested in a detailed history of the Luddite uprisings can find a number of books (including some recent ones) on the subject; however, a short summary can still hammer home the essential points.

Here is an abbreviated history:

Not just workers, but skilled craft workers, the Luddites saw their trades threatened by mechanization, at the dawn of the industrial revolution, and feared that the imposition of these new machines would bring an end to their crafts and the livelihoods associated with them. Though the Luddites would become known for the tactic of breaking these “obnoxious” machines (as they often described this machinery), that was not their first tactic; rather they had first appealed to parliament to defend their craft, and only turned to machine breaking after their pleas went ignored. The Luddite risings were not the acts of a ragtag group of ne’er do wells, but occurred with considerable community support, with the Luddites being recognized simultaneously as members of their communities and defending the broader interests of those communities.

The Luddites did not simply go about smashing every piece of machinery they could find, but instead wielded their hammers against particular factories at which the factory owners were using the new machines as a reason to lower workers’ wages. In many cases, factory owners were given an opportunity (or a warning) to come to an agreement with their workers; and it was in the cases when such factory owners refused to come to terms with their workers that they found their machines broken. Importantly, this tactic proved to be fairly successful, as many factory owners agreed to pay better wages, or to keep wages the same, or to not introduce the offending machinery at all…and in cases where factory owners refused, well, there is a reason the Luddites are known for breaking machines. The Luddite risings did not end because the machines inevitably triumphed, instead the Luddites were quashed by legal and military force: soldiers were deployed to the tumultuous regions and parliament made machine breaking punishable by death or transportation.

The above summary, which is based predominantly on E.P. Thompson’s The Making of the English Workign Class, is an abbreviated one. However, it is a clipped history that aims to draw attention to a few essential things to keep in mind regarding the historic Luddites.

There are really four key things to keep in mind. First: the Luddites were not opposed to technology itself, but were rather directing their ire at specific machines in specific factories; with the attacks on those machines being less about the machinery itself and more about the intentions of the owners of that machinery. Second: machine breaking was not the initial tactic of the Luddites, nor was it their only tactic, and before they took hammers to machines the Luddites had first taken their concerns to parliament. Third: though the Luddite movement operated under a certain degree of secrecy, it was a movement grounded in the communities from which it came, with those communities generally sharing in the Luddite’s concerns. Fourth: the Luddites were not defeated by the inevitability of technological progress, rather they were defeated by state force (and the threat of state violence); and even after the Luddites were suppressed machine-breaking would be a tactic that continued to be practiced in the following decades (notably in the “Swing Riots”). All of which is to say, if you’re trying to make sense of the Luddites actions you would do well to keep in mind that the historian Eric Hobsbawm described their actions as a form of “collective bargaining by riot.”

Or, to put it simply, the Luddites were workers who saw that targeting (some of) their employers’ new machines was a way of ensuring that their voices were heard.

Granted, important though this history may be, when someone gets called (or calls themselves) a Luddite chances are they are not suggesting someone (or they themselves) is a skilled craft worker from the turn of the 19th century engaged in proto-union activity.

Which brings us to the next point…

 

Of Luddites and Luddism

When surveying the works that have been written about the historic Luddites it is clear that there are some who are more sympathetic and there are some who are less sympathetic towards General Ludd’s “army of redressers.” There are some who see them as proto-unionists, some who see them as carriers of a more radical anarchic spark, and some who see them as fools standing in the way of progress. And sympathy or loathing towards the historic Luddites and their deeds, does not map as neatly onto contemporary “left/right” political divides as some may think. Nevertheless, even as various individuals will argue over the exact reasons that led the Luddites to engage in machine breaking; there is little disagreement about the fact that the Luddites engaged in machine breaking. However, this just raises a larger and much more difficult question, namely: did the Luddites actually have some sort of broader philosophy of technology?

Or, to put it differently, were the Luddites in possession of a recognizable philosophy/ideology that could be called Luddism?

This question may seem unimportant at first glance, but it is one of the core questions that undergirds the discussions about the Luddites that have followed ever since the initial Luddite risings were suppressed. After all, as was noted previously, whether the term is meant as an insult or an honorific when someone is called a Luddite they are not being called a skilled craft worker from the turn of the 19th century England. Instead, again as insult or honorific, the term Luddite is meant to carry with it a suggestion that someone has a certain attitude towards technology. In other words, to call someone a Luddite is to suggest that behind their actions and deeds there is some kind of philosophy/ideology/viewpoint that could ostensibly be called Luddism.

So, to ask it again, were the Luddites in possession of something that could be called Luddism?

This, alas, is a surprisingly difficult question to answer.

The Luddites operated under a fair amount of secrecy, and Luddite activities were spread out over a considerable area. In terms of what they left behind, what remains of the Luddites are primarily the tales of their deeds, alongside a decent number of the threatening letters that they sent which have been preserved. Which is to say, that the historic Luddites left behind no “Luddite manifesto.” There is no (historic) Luddite equivalent to the Magna Carta, or Declaration of Independence, or Communist Manifesto, or Declaration of the Rights of Woman, or Combahee River Collective Statement, or DADA Manifesto, or any other document that clearly lays out the views/principles of a movement. As was noted, the Luddites did leave behind a fair number of letters (most of these being the threats sent to factory owners), but it is difficult to look at these anonymous letters (many of which were supposedly authored by Ned Ludd) and conclude that the messages contained therein were genuinely representative of the views of the entire movement. While there is good reason to believe that those who participated in the Luddite risings swore oaths of secrecy, there is considerably less reason to believe that they swore oaths to a party platform that included specific attitudes towards technology.

It may be that the historic Luddites were too caught up in the struggle of their moment to sit down and fully develop a philosophy for their movement (and a philosophy of technology). Though, as Peter Linebaugh argued in Ned Ludd & Queen Mab, the historic Luddites were likely familiar with the various political ideologies/manifestos circulating at their time. Nevertheless, it should also be noted that at the point in history when the Luddites were rising that our modern notion of “technology” had not yet been developed (case in point: the work widely regarded as the first philosophy of technology [Ernst Kapp’s Elements of a Philosophy of Technology] was not published until 1877). The historic Luddites obviously did some very specific things to some machines, but when the term Luddite gets thrown around today (for good and for bad) the term generally has less to do with what direct actions an individual is taking in regards to the introduction of new machinery and more to do with the more philosophical question of how one should live surrounded by machinery.

This shift from Luddite to Luddism is what bubbles up in Thomas Pynchon’s 1984, New York Times essay, “Is it OK To Be A Luddite?” In which he noted, in contrast to the original Luddites:

“But we now live, we are told, in the Computer Age. What is the outlook for Luddite sensibility? Will mainframes attract the same hostile attention as knitting frames once did? I really doubt it…Machines have already become so user-friendly that even the most unreconstructed of Luddites can be charmed into laying down the old sledgehammer and stroking a few keys instead.”

By the time Pynchon was publishing these words in the New York Times, numerous figures had been filling bookshelves, and newspaper columns, and lecture halls with their commentaries on what some went so far as to term “technological society.” And in contrast to the historic Luddites who saw certain machines as a threat to their livelihoods, Pynchon gestured to the rather different challenge of how easy it was to be “charmed” by the gadgets of “the Computer Age.” After recognizing the “contempt” the term Luddite evoked, Pynchon continued:

“Luddites today are no longer faced with human factory owners and vulnerable machines. As well-known President and unintentional Luddite D.D. Eisenhower prophesied when he left office, there is now a permanent power establishment of admirals, generals, and corporate CEOs, up against whom us average poor bastards are completely outclassed, although Ike didn’t put it that way. We are all supposed to keep tranquil and allow it to go on, even though, because of the data revolution, it becomes every day less possible to fool any of the people any of the time. If our world survives, the next great challenge to watch out for will come—you heard it here first—when the curves of research and development in artificial intelligence, molecular biology, and robotics all converge. Oboy.”

More than forty years after Pynchon asked “Is It OK to Be A Luddite?” we find ourselves at least partially at the moment of the “great challenge” he had predicted: when developments in artificial intelligence are once again raising the specter of the Luddites. Given the spread of anti-AI sentiments (which often seem to be tipping over into a broader critique of computing technologies) it seems that the “outlook for Luddite sensibility” is pretty favorable at the moment.

And yet, the question remains of how one is to define “Luddite sensibility”?

It is to this matter which we shall now turn.

 

“Luddite sensibility” (or, notes towards a philosophy of Luddism)

You don’t have to be a Luddite to admit that there has been a time when you’ve been seized by an urge to take a sledgehammer and smash your smartphone or computer to smithereens. Such a momentary desire likely carried with it a certain cathartic thrill—a momentary fantasy of being freed from emails or spreadsheets or notifications or influencers or endless scrolling or whatever it is that you the reader (yes, you the person reading this right now) find most infuriating. And yet, as fun as it may be to sometimes fantasize about hitting your computer with a hammer, it’s easy to understand that there is a significant difference between a moment of frustration leading you to playfully fantasize about dismantling your machine, and the broader question of how to think about the machines (and the people behind them) that are dismantling society.

As was noted before, the historic Luddites did not leave behind a manifesto that clearly outlined what it means to be a Luddite. However, there is a passage from one of the surviving letters that provides a strong foundation upon which to build out such a philosophy. With the origins of this document providing a meaningful connection between the original Luddites and those who would seek to make use of that title today. The lines in question are excerpted from a longer letter which is included in Kevin Binfield’s essential collection of primary source documents The Writings of the Luddites, the lines are as follows:

“We will never lay down our Arms. The House of Commons passes an Act to put down Machinery hurtful to Commonality, and repeal that to hang Frame Breakers. But We. We petition no more that won’t do fighting must.”

Clearly, the above lines (which were signed by someone donning the mask of Ned Ludd) feature a variety of references to the specific historic conditions of the original Luddites. Case in point: the reference to “The House of Commons” and the line about “repeal that to hang Frame Breakers” point to the way the Luddites had tried (and failed) to gain support from parliament, and how once the risings began that it was made a hanging offense to engage in frame breaking. However, the above passage still includes seven words upon which a broader “Luddite sensibility” or philosophy of Luddism can be built, and one that can carry weight more than 200 years after those lines were written, specifically:

“put down Machinery hurtful to Commonality.”

There’s a wonderful sort of straightforwardness to that phrase, and one that packs as much punch as a hammer blow, while simultaneously being not nearly as blunt an instrument as a hammer. But if you are searching for the key “Luddite sensibility” or a key precept upon which to build out a broader philosophy of Luddism, you’d be hard pressed to do better than “put down Machinery hurtful to Commonality.” Sure, the phrase could still undergo some slight tweaking to make it flow better—turn it into “down with Machinery hurtful to Commonality” or “I oppose Machinery hurtful to Commonality” or “to hell with Machinery hurtful to Commonality”—but the specific four word sequence of “Machinery hurtful to Commonality” carries in abbreviated form a powerful critique.

Right from the outset the usefulness of the phrase is made clear in the way that it refutes the lazy accusations of technophobia. After all, the phrase is not “put down Machinery” full stop, or “put down [ALL] Machinery;” rather the phrase is “put down Machinery hurtful to Commonality” which immediately shifts the focus from opposition to technology (as such) to opposition to technology that is deemed “hurtful.” Granted, the “hurtful” term precedes another key part of the formulation: “to Commonality.” Now, “Commonality” can be a bit of a clunky term, even as it still conjures up basic notions of a broader society. While at first glance the term can seem to refer to things that are common/similar among individuals, or things held in “common” by those people, it is also a term that refers to the proverbial “common people.” Here, some of the etymology of the term comes into play, where the “commonalty/commonality” was a term used for distinguishing the “common people” from the “quality” (the wealthy and nobility). All of which is an overly complicated way of explaining that the phrase basically means: “down with Machinery hurtful to common people.”

And if you’re looking for the basic principle of Luddism—arguably then, and now—there you have it: “down with machinery hurtful to common people.”

Of course, things do wind up getting more complicated from this point. After all, how does one define what machinery is “hurtful to common people”? What do you do in situations where the “common people” disagree about whether or not something is “hurtful”? Don’t all of these references to “common people” mean that we’re all bound to have that song by Pulp stuck in our heads? What exactly does it mean to “put down” the machinery in question (does it mean completely dismantle it or just regulate it)? How do you weigh the helpful against the hurtful? How much of worldwide humanity needs to be considered here? What do you do when something is “hurtful” to some “common people” but “helpful” to other “common people”? To be clear, these are important and complicated questions that a more fully developed philosophy of Luddism (and a genuine Luddite movement) will need to contend with; however, being able to repeatedly return to the core principle of “put down Machinery hurtful to Commonality” at the very least keeps the focus on harms, on those harmed, and emphasizes that those being harmed should have a say in the matter.

And here it may be useful to go beyond the historic Luddites, and to include a perspective from one of those who was engaging in the work of trying to go from the Luddites to Luddism. In his punchy analysis of the Luddites (from 1995), Progress Without People, David Noble argued that the tactic for which the Luddites became famous was much less unique than it is often presumed. As Noble documents throughout that short book, the use of machine breaking as a tactic has a lengthy international history that both precedes the Luddites and extends after them. While Noble’s book is worth reading for his exploration of the tactic, the book’s broader contribution to a potential philosophy of Luddism hinges upon the way that he contextualizes the actions of the frame breakers. As Noble put it:

“In reality, the Luddites were perhaps the last people in the West to perceive technology in the present tense and to act upon that perception.”

It is Noble’s emphasis here on seeing “technology in the present tense” that can act as a useful compliment to “put down Machinery hurtful to Commonality.” For this focus on “the present tense” provides the space to push back on the sorts of utopian claims that are so often made about what this or that technology might do in the future, and brings the attention back to what these technologies are doing to people in the present. This attention does not mean that nothing should be made of future harms and future risks, but it also pushes for the discussion to be grounded in the present. Instead of asking what a given technology may do (for good or for ill), this focus on the present puts the emphasis on what that technology is doing.

A philosophy of Luddism that is worthy of being called a philosophy of Luddism will require further development, and it will certainly be the work of many people. Furthermore, it will certainly have to wrestle with some thornier points (paramount among them being whether the machinery of computing [broadly defined] is “hurtful,” and to whether “put down” means “regulate” or “put in an appropriate place” or “dismantle”). Fortunately, there are clearly quite a few people having these discussions, and there are quite a few thinkers from the past whose work can be drawn on in fleshing out these discussions.

Nevertheless, if you ever find yourself needing to quickly define Luddism and what Luddites stand for, it’s hard to do much better than: Luddites believe we should “put down Machinery hurtful to Commonality.”

And there is some reason to believe that sentiment is already resonating quite widely.

 

You can’t spell “Machinery hurtful to Commonality” without the letters A and I

In the past, those who voiced opposition, or skepticism, towards the output of the tech industry were likely to find themselves derided as “Luddites” for doing so. In the present, those who voice opposition, or skepticism, towards the output of the AI industry—and AI itself—are likely to find themselves and their opinions pretty much accepted. To call AI unpopular at the moment is probably something of an understatement.

Whether it’s the chorus of angry people and artists denouncing AI generated “slop” (and boycotting companies that use it; or educators loudly warning about the real-time impacts they are seeing a reliance on AI having on their students; or local groups successfully organizing against the construction of AI-related data centers in their communities; or political leaders (from across the ideological spectrum) openly questioning the promised benefits of AI for their constituents, or activists highlighting the connection between AI and the creation of an all-encompassing high-tech panopticon; or polling and survey data showing widespread opposition to AI itself, alongside calls for strong regulation; or the fact that the mainstream press is providing coverage of these aforementioned groups in a fairly sympathetic way…it is becoming pretty clear that you can oppose AI without being denounced as a Luddite.

While it would be unwise to ignore the different ideologies and motivations that undergird various types of AI opposition, perhaps the most straightforward explanation is that people are hearing the sorts of things the executives of AI companies (and prominent AI boosters) are saying…and they don’t like what they’re hearing. Sure, there are the promises of how AI will help with this or that, but it seems that the AI related promises that are circulating the most widely are the ones that suggest either AI will result in massive layoffs, or AI will result in some sort of apocalyptic scenario that results in mass death. And, to be clear, one can (and should) be skeptical of these hyperbolic claims while still recognizing that one of the reasons so many people are worried about these sorts of scenarios is because they keep hearing about them from the very people who are ostensibly building these systems.

Of course, beyond these worrisome future scenarios, there are plenty of other AI-related developments that are likely to give people pause. Meta announcing that they will soon be rolling out AI facial recognition in their creepy smart glasses (raising concerns about surveillance and privacy). Grok being used to generate sexually exploitative material (with Grok being only a particularly flagrant example of AI being used for such purposes). Concerns about cases of AI being integrated into policing systems resulting in innocent people being imprisoned. Widespread concerns about the energy usage, pollution, and noise coming from data centers. And growing worries about how AI is being incorporated into military systems. In other words, one can be skeptical of the “no more jobs” and “no more humans” claims, and still find plenty of reasons to express distaste towards AI.

And yet, in looking at these various critiques and sources of worry, it seems that one way that all of them could be summarized is that people are looking at AI—what it is already doing and what it is threatening to do—and concluding that AI is “Machinery hurtful to Commonality.”

In case after case after case, whether it has to do with the impacts on jobs, the threat to human life, the demands of data centers, the impact on students, or turning human culture into “slop,” what emerges is a sense that in many different ways AI is hurtful to “Commonality” in terms of being hurtful to “common people” and in terms of being hurtful to what is common and what is held in common. And to the extent that AI boosters push back about the supposed benefits, this largely seems to be countered by a prevailing sentiment that any purported benefits will be greatly outweighed by the harm being done. With a further aspect of this being a growing sentiment that to the extent that benefits will accrue from AI, that they are likely to largely benefit those who are already in positions of power and authority rather than truly benefiting the members of the “commonality.” Here there may also be a broader gesture towards “commonality” as referring to something that is core to humanity itself; as quite a few of the rejections of AI also seem to involve a sense that there is something about AI that runs afoul of what it means to be human.

This is not to say that most AI-opponents would choose to ground their opposition in reference to the Luddites; however, based on the sorts of critiques that are being leveled towards AI it would seem that quite a few AI-opponents would likely agree that “AI is hurtful to Commonality.”

There is a further aspect of this opposition which is worth reflecting on. A point which makes it clear how significant and deep this opposition is, and also contrasts it to previous moments when public sentiment turned against the tech-industry. For unlike the debatable “techlash” of a few years ago—in which the angry sentiment seemed to be more directed at the companies than at the actual “Machinery” (people were turning against Facebook, they were turning against the Internet itself)—the current wave of anti-AI sentiment seems to be directed at the actual machinery itself. True, certain companies get called out for particularly egregious things (with OpenAI’s ChatGPT being frequently singled out), but the anti-AI sentiment is not just directed at what this or that company is doing, it does not just name OpenAI or Grok or Anthropic as the problem, rather the opposition continues to be directed at AI itself. Or, to return to the earlier formulation, even though you’d probably find many AI-opponents who would agree that “Grok is hurtful to commonality” or “ChatGPT is hurtful to commonality” that which gets named over and over as the thing that is “hurtful to commonality” is AI itself.

Considering how much of the discussion around AI seems to be dominated by comments of “no more jobs” or “no more humans,” it is nearly impossible to think about AI without being at least somewhat oriented towards the future. And yet, AI-opposition also seems to be quite heavily grounded in making sense of this technology “in the present tense.” Rather than engage with the promises and threats for what AI might bring in the future, AI-opposition focuses in on what AI is doing in the moment and expresses alarm and distaste for it, and expresses the view that based on the ”present” of this technology that there is little reason to be optimistic for its future. True, there are groups opposing data centers being built in their communities, but this opposition to something that would be built in the future still winds up being grounded in a recognition of what those data centers are doing in the present. There is perhaps no single term that cuts more directly to a disparagement of AI in the present than the description of its output as “slop.”

Even as many an AI-opponent seems to be articulating the view that “AI is hurtful to commonality,” these groups and individuals also seem to be engaging with other important points of that formulation; namely “put down.” There is a fair amount of opposition to AI that takes the form of expressing discontent or making choices to avoid using it; however, just as the original Luddites once took their concerns to Parliament, AI-opponents also seem to be directing energy towards democratic channels. As was noted previously, “put down” as regards a certain type of technology can be interpreted in many ways, and it seems that (at least for the moment) many an AI-opponent is pushing for regulation and oversight in the hopes that these will be sufficient for controlling this “hurtful” machinery. And though it is too early to tell just how successful this will ultimately be (and what will therefore follow after it) there are at least some signs that pushback can prevent data centers from being built, and it seems that quite a few politicians are suspecting that this is an issue that matters to a significant portion of their constituents. Of course, there is always the danger that a performance of regulation will be pushed forth to attempt to diffuse public outcry, but based on the current heat surrounding this issue it seems quite possible that such a tepid effort will only inflame anti-AI sentiments.

Whether it is a view that AI’s threats to jobs is “hurtful to commonality,” that AI’s threats to education are “hurtful to commonality,” that AI’s threat to create a world of technological hermits makes it “hurtful to commonality,” or the view that AI’s violation of the human spirit/soul makes it “hurtful to commonality,” there is a clear case to be made that a spirit of Luddism is infusing much of the AI opposition.

AI-opponents do not need to embrace the title of Luddite if they do not want to. AI-opponents should not embrace the title of Luddite if they do not want to.

However, seeing as AI-opponents are going to be called Luddites either way, it’s not a bad thing to be able to respond to the accusation of “Luddite” by saying “you’re right, I oppose machinery hurtful to commonality. And AI? AI is machinery hurtful to commonality.”

 

 

Coda

Many of the responses to AI one is likely to encounter (in particular on social media) take the form of expletive laced phrases or comments like “you don’t hate AI enough” or “everyone get 100% more anti-AI right now.” However, mixed in with these you are likely to encounter some more nuanced attempts to grapple with what AI will mean for people’s sense of themselves and with people’s sense of what it means to be human. Such ruminating takes the form of focusing less on what AI means, and more on what being human means. And in these conversations, something that keeps popping up as a sort of response is pieces of a story from Kurt Vonnegut.

Though Vonnegut is known as the author of many a satiric story, in this particular one he isn’t talking about time travel or ice-9, but talking about going out to buy an envelope.

In this tale, Vonnegut recounts the minutia involved in going and purchasing a large manila envelope so he can mail off some pages. The story doesn’t feature much in the way of action, but it does feature a running commentary on all the people Vonnegut interacts with, and all the things that he sees along the way. Though many of Vonnegut’s works are a testament to the amusingly skewed way in which he saw the world, this story about buying an envelope focuses not on Vonnegut imagining what the world could be, but looking with affection at what actually is.

At the core of the story is a rejection of computerized convenience and efficiency—why not just buy a big box of envelopes?—in favor of the small joys of being a human in the world. With buying an envelope and mailing it off serving as an excuse to be a member of a community, and to do the work of participating in that community. The delightfully mundane story ends with Vonnegut returning home after buying the envelope and mailing it off at the post office with him noting that he has “had one hell of a good time,” after which he closes with his key observation:

“We are dancing animals. How beautiful it is to get up and go out and do something. We are here on Earth to fart around. Don’t let anybody tell you any different.”

And the title of the essay from which this envelope story comes?

It’s: “I Have Been Called a Luddite.”

 

Related Content

A Luddite Library

Why the Luddites Matter

Notes from a Weary Luddite

Luddism for Ludicrous Times

Specters of Ludd – A review of Breaking Things At Work

Who Are You Calling A Luddite? – A review of Blood in the Machine

General Ludd in the Long Seventies – A review of Dismantlings

Whose Afraid of General Ludd?

The Luddite Response

Theses on Technological Pessimism

Theses on Technological Optimism

They Meant Well (Or, why it matters who gets seen as a technology critic)

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It was on this day
six years ago
that many
found themselves
wondering how
long they and their coworkers
would work from home.

It is on this day
six years later
that many
find themselves
wondering how
come they and their coworkers
are always getting sick.

*

As we reminisced
about working from home
a coworkers said:
“I miss getting to wear PJs,”
another cowoker said:
“I miss being next to my dog,”
still another said:
“I miss not having to commute,”
and though I wanted to say:
“I miss feeling safe,”
instead, I just said: “yeah.”

*

In the first year
of this pandemic
I could not imagine
I’d write these
for a full year.

In the third year
of this pandemic
I could not imagine
I’d write these
for five years.

Now
in the seventh year
of this pandemic
I like to imagine
that I won’t need
to write these
for much longer.

*

It is a simple thing
a really quite simple thing,
to remember
where you were
at the pandemic’s start.

It is a difficult thing
a really quite difficult thing,
to remember
where you are
is still in the pandemic.

*

Editorial Note: This is a collection of Plague Poems written between March 14, 2026 and March 20, 2026.

They were initially posted online on X/Twitter at @plaguepoems, on Mastodon at @plaguepoems@mastodon.social, on Bluesky at @plaguepoems, on Threads at @plague_poems, and on Instagram at @plague_poems.

Throughout the duration of this crisis new poems will be posted regularly at the above mentioned accounts, they will then be collected and reposted here as weekly compendiums.

Stay safe. Take care of each other.

*

I confess, I often worry
that a year from now
I’ll be here
saying “welcome,
to the eighth year
of the pandemic.”

But given the state
of the world
I confess, I mainly worry
that a year from now
none of us
will be anywhere anymore.

*

Apologies,
I do not want to seem
like I am romanticizing
the pandemic’s early days,
but I must admit:
I miss the days
when people were trying
to keep track
of the virus,
as opposed to these days
when people aren’t even trying
to keep track
of how many times they’ve had it.

*

A response
to the stranger
who told me that they
look forward to the day
when I stop writing these:
please know
that there is nobody
who looks forward to the day
when I can stop writing these
more than me.

*

I’ve heard it said
that it takes around 17 years
in order for health findings
to truly impact
mainstream practices,
which I suppose means
we’re just another 10 years away
from people realizing
they should really try to avoid
catching Covid repeatedly.

*

Six years ago
at this pandemic’s start
I hoped
that it would teach us
to take care of each other
to keep things from getting worse.

Six years later
as this pandemic continues
I worry
that it has mainly taught us
to stare at our screens
as things keep getting worse.

*

The headline stated
“Rising Death Rate
for Gen X, Elder Millennials
Is ‘Genuinely Alarming,'”
with cardiovascular issues
and cancers driving this rise,
but should you mention
the studies that have found
Covid’s connection
to such problems,
you will be called an alarmist.

*

I read a headline
that stated “Long Covid
leaves thousands
of L.A. county residents
sick, broke and ignored,”
and before you shrug
and say that you are not
an L.A. county resident,
just know that headline
could have been written
about wherever you live too.

*

Considering how
he keeps getting sick
I asked my friend
if he would wear a mask,
but in response he stated
that he doesn’t want
to wear a mask
all the time,
so I asked if he’d be willing
to wear a mask,
some of the time,
and after a quiet moment
he just changed the subject.

*

I asked, my friend, the historian
when it was that she knew
(when it was that she really knew)
that this pandemic
was going to be terrible
and she said that she knew
(that she really knew)
when all the universities
told their students
not to come back from spring break.

*

When the WHO
declared Covid
a pandemic
it’s important to note
that
was not the end
of the world,
that
was the end
of the world
as we knew it.

When the WHO
prepares for
“nuclear catastrophe,”
it’s important to note
that
really could
be the end
of the world.

*

Scientists say “We
have severely undercounted
the number of COVID deaths,”
and if you are wondering
how this could possibly happen,
please keep in mind
that it is easy
to severely undercount deaths
when your society
was never interested
in counting them in the first place.

*

I told the old punk
that lately it feels
like we’re all sitting around
waiting for the apocalypse,
and with a deep sigh
the old punk replied:
let’s just hope
that all of us
have to keep waiting.

*

The four horsemen
would have
a much more difficult ride
if it were not
for the legions of people
happily feeding their horses.

*

I know that these days
you have plenty of reasons
to wear a mask,
but according to the news:
“Deadly fungal storms
are now sweeping the US–
and spreading a disease
few doctors recognize,”
so even though
you have plenty of reasons
to wear a mask,
you now have
another reason.

*

Here
on the first day of spring
the sun is out
and the trees are budding.

Here
on the first day of spring
the rabbits are back
and so too are the birds.

And here
on the first day of spring
everyone I know
is sick with “something.”

*

Listen:
the start of the pandemic’s
seventh year
is the perfect time
to get back to
the pandemic hobbies
you abandoned:
get back to baking
and calling friends,
get back to journaling
and doing puzzles,
you can even get back
to doing what you can
to help other people.

*

*

Plague Poems…the following week

Plague Poems…the first week

Plague Poems…the full list

 

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when you hear people groan
that they thought,
that they really thought
they had more time than this,
it may be tempting
to interpret this comment
as a woebegone lament
for the state of the world,
but please know
they are probably just talking
about daylight savings time.

*

My work friend joked:
with everything happening
all of us should try
not to look
at our retirement funds,
and before I could stop myself
I replied:
with everything happening
our retirement funds
should be
the least of our worries,
and in response
he just walked away.

*

My aunt, the doctor,
told me a new joke.
She asked:

Why is it
that nobody can hear
the hoofbeats
of the four horsemen?

I said I did not know.
And so she replied:

Because these days
everyone is wearing
noise canceling headphones.

And then neither of us laughed.

*

Six years ago
I sat at my desk
reading the news
and worrying
that the world
as I knew it
was about to end,
but now
things are different,
yes, now
as I sit at my desk
reading the news
and worrying
that the world
as I know it
is about to end
I am sitting
in a different chair.

*

Editorial Note: This is a collection of Plague Poems written between March 7, 2026 and March 13, 2026.

They were initially posted online on X/Twitter at @plaguepoems, on Mastodon at @plaguepoems@mastodon.social, on Bluesky at @plaguepoems, on Threads at @plague_poems, and on Instagram at @plague_poems.

Throughout the duration of this crisis new poems will be posted regularly at the above mentioned accounts, they will then be collected and reposted here as weekly compendiums.

Stay safe. Take care of each other.

*

When your relatives
(you know the ones)
begin to gripe
about how the cost
of gasoline is going up
take a moment
to be grateful
that on some level
they are finally starting
to pay attention.

*

As he pulled off
his heavy coat and scarf
my colleague grumbled:
“I thought this season
was finally over,”
but between each word
he let out a cough
making it rather unclear
if the “season” he meant
was winter or plague,
though it sadly seems
neither season has ended.

*

When they tell you
that if you do not
take off your mask,
that if you do not
start using AI,
that if you do not
get with the times,
that you will be
left behind,
remember:
it is perfectly acceptable
to respond by telling them
that you do not want
to go where they’re going.

*

I have heard it said
that “The best
memory of 2020
was how animals
returned to the streets
while humans
were in quarantine,”
though I would counter
that the best
memory of 2020
was how for a moment
a very brief moment
so many of us tried
to take care of each other.

*

It was on this day
six years ago
that the WHO
officially declared
COVID-19
a global pandemic.

So it is on this day
six years later
that all of us
officially enter
the seventh year
of this pandemic.

[editorial note: the above poem was written/posted on March 11]

*

It is understandable
if on this occasion
(six years
since the WHO
declared Covid
a pandemic)
you find yourself
reflecting on
all you lost
in this pandemic,
but do not forget
the 7.1 million reported
(the 18.2-33.5 million estimated)
who lost all
in this pandemic.

*

I cannot tell you
exactly where I was
six years ago
when I first heard
that Covid
was officially a pandemic,
however I can tell you
that where I am
six years later
is constantly hearing
people wonder
why they’re always sick.

*

And now,
my friend,
you can finally say
that you have survived
six years of
this pandemic.

And yet,
my friend,
you cannot say
you still cannot say
that you have survived
this pandemic.

*

What I miss most
about the person I was
six years ago
(at the pandemic’s start)
is how that person
could read an article arguing
that the world was ready
that the world was truly ready
to handle a serious pandemic,
and naively believe it.

*

At the start
of the pandemic’s
first year
I hoped
it would not last
too long.

At the start
of the pandemic’s
third year
I hoped
it would not last
much longer.

Here at the start
of the pandemic’s
seventh year
I just hope
that I can last.

*

I remember
how on this day
six years ago
I ran into a friend
at the supermarket
as we both prepared
to start quarantining
I remember she asked:
“are you ready?”
and though I forget
exactly how I replied
if I could go back
I would tell her:
“none of us are.”

*

When you see the news
about all the energies
being devoted
to turning this world
into a wasteland,
it is vital to remember
that applied differently
those same energies
could turn the world
into a garden.

*

There are
six
sides on a cube.

There are
six
strings on a guitar.

There are
six
legs on an insect.

There are
six
dots in a braille cell.

There are
six
seasons of the Sopranos.

And now
there are
more than six
years of this pandemic.

*

My aunt, the doctor,
told me a new joke.
She asked:

Have you heard
about rat lungworm?

So I replied:

Is that the name
of a punk band?

And she answered:

No, it’s a parasite
that can invade the human brain,
and it’s been detected
in California.

And then, neither of us laughed.

*

When you hear it said
(and you will hear it said)
that the number of people
still wearing face masks
in the year 2026
is genuinely concerning,
kindly and firmly agree,
for it is genuinely concerning
in the year 2026
that the number of people
still wearing face masks
is so low.

*

I know, my friend,
that it is disheartening
to remember
that six years later
Covid is still here,
but know, my friend,
that it is heartening
to remember
that six years later
you are still here too.

*

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