Barlow
(that’s what most of his friends called him) flaunted his complexity.
He advertised himself as a Republican Deadhead, as a cowboy hacker, a
spiritual rationalist, a womanizing feminist, a technological hippy. He
had a remarkable gift of conforming himself to the contours of whomever
he was arguing with, so both sides could violently agree and civilly
disagree. His full embrace of his own cognitive dissonance allowed him
to craft outrageous statements and manifestos that he truly believed to
be true and also knew were wholly fictional.
It may be truer to say the most of what he wrote and said was
less an attempt to nail reality as it was to reshape reality. He was an
unashamed aspirationalist. In that regard, Barlow had much in common
with many prophets, gurus, visionaries, magicians, innovators,
charlatans, and politicians in that he placed greater emphasis on what
could be rather than what is. And he believed, as those just mentioned
do and most journalists and scientists don’t, that you can create
reality with your words.
I always thought of Barlow as the Mayor of the Internet. He saw
very early that the internet was a political artifact that would require
the same kind of idealism, compromise, and civics that prosperous and
free societies needed. Nobody elected him, but if we did vote for a
Mayor of the Internet, he would have won because everyone – no matter
their stripe or color – thought of him as a good friend (and he was a
good friend to thousands). I think he would have done a decent job as
Mayor, rallying our better natures to make a better internet city on the
hill.
If there had been no Barlow, I believe the internet would still
be hunting for its own identity, it would have far fewer heroes guarding
fragile rights and responsibilities in this new realm, it would lack
some of the most poetic descriptions of technology written, and we would
not have had the rawhide character of Barlow, the free-spirit no one
could domesticate, always ready with a satisfying turn of phrase to
illuminate the horror and glories of our new world.
One thing certain you can say about him: He out Barlow’d everyone
to become singular and original. There was no one else like him. In the
digital calculus of infinite possibilities, that is the highest form of
success.
