Some/times when I’m feelin' hopeless I just pull out the pad,
and / scribble with the heart of the homeless and the soul of the mad. /
I spell smoke rings and absinthe, / expel folk rhythms and abstinence,
and excel at outlining the absence of what i used to call passion. /
An expert at self-manumission, I got my vision on a mission /
and I’ll leave you wishin’ for that intermission intercission / transmission /
to put a stop-and-frisk on this / verbal perdition. /
Y’all, I can’t take much more of this /plugged up /
in every orifice / I debase my flow /
with the whorishness, / USB ports filled /
y’all need more ordinance. /
But who hasn't ever seen HD porn / in the retina
4K glow glorious? /
I be of the screen / with the double vision. /
to leave you wishin’ for an intermittent intermission intercission transmission. /
Binocular optics go and capture the image, /
it's both obscene and serene,
is it salvation or a scheme?
A dollar or a dream. Does it matter
if I take what I / need with cream /
or use the infrared beam? /
Sometimes I don't know, so I go rococo with the flow /
and like a Ghost in the Shell, dart in / for the fatal blow
like Motoko / Kusanagi,
with a small squad / we vanquish your whole army. /
But transhumanists are movie shit, quite extremely dubious /
your Rubicon is looming / yet i bet you’ll still want grooming. /
The brain is gay for pelvic movement
the flesh is set for gross confusion
the soul is braced for its illusion
the skin's got blues from a contusion. /
Putting it all aside
life ain’t a smooth ride, so muster up some pride /
and drop your faith by the road-side,
no one’ll take it / - you afraid to go naked?
Afraid to hug hatred? Afraid to flow aimless /
like a water droplet down to the basest /
ocean of serenity and commotion, /
the Dollar Tree and sons of Odin?
who’ll catch you holdin', Holden?
No stress, it’s just immutable, golden, / boasting
on the mic, it’s irrelevant right?
Well, / my slang stays elegant
and rugged as an elephant
shot for my tusks and now there’s hell to pay. /
So i think its time to wrap it up / and say
so long, farewell, aveetesay good day.
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Thursday, January 10, 2019
Friday, May 17, 2013
property which distinguishes living from non-living matter
I am not going to
change myself today,
change myself tomorrow.
It's in the mundane
anxiety and stress
where I change.
I change in the now,
before the now is
where now lives.
Now is something
which never was alive.
You can't change change.
Change is infinite decimal places.
Living dead
change myself today,
change myself tomorrow.
It's in the mundane
anxiety and stress
where I change.
I change in the now,
before the now is
where now lives.
Now is something
which never was alive.
You can't change change.
Change is infinite decimal places.
Living dead
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Quote of the Day #1
According to a blog comment - Teilhard de Chardin, from Future of Mankind(1955):
"The more we ponder these matters of the future the more must we realize that, scientifically speaking, the real difficulty presented by Man is not the problem of whether he is a center of constant progress: it is far more the question of how long this progress can continue, at the speed at which it is going, without Life blowing up upon itself or causing the earth on which it was horn [born?] to explode. Our modern world was created in less than 10,000 years, and in the past 200 years it has changed more than in all the preceding millennia. Have we ever thought of what our planet may be like, psychologically, in a million years’ time? It is finally the Utopians, not the ‘realists’, who make scientific sense. They at least, though their flights of fancy may cause us to smile, have a feeling for the true dimensions of the phenomenon of Man.
"The more we ponder these matters of the future the more must we realize that, scientifically speaking, the real difficulty presented by Man is not the problem of whether he is a center of constant progress: it is far more the question of how long this progress can continue, at the speed at which it is going, without Life blowing up upon itself or causing the earth on which it was horn [born?] to explode. Our modern world was created in less than 10,000 years, and in the past 200 years it has changed more than in all the preceding millennia. Have we ever thought of what our planet may be like, psychologically, in a million years’ time? It is finally the Utopians, not the ‘realists’, who make scientific sense. They at least, though their flights of fancy may cause us to smile, have a feeling for the true dimensions of the phenomenon of Man.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
culled from 'the stone' - work of electronic literature
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/06/30/is-philosophy-literature/#more-130657
But what is literature? That in itself might appear to be a philosophical question. Yet the most persuasive answer, to my mind, was supplied by a novelist, Evelyn Waugh. (Well, not just a novelist — also the most versatile master of English prose in the last 100 years.) “Literature,” Waugh declared, “is the right use of language irrespective of the subject or reason of utterance.” Something doesn’t have to rhyme or tell a story to be considered literature. Even a VCR instruction manual might qualify, or a work of analytic philosophy. (Waugh, as it happens, was not a fan of analytic philosophy, dismissing it as “a parlor game of logical quibbles.”)
And what is “the right use of language”? What distinguishes literature from mere communication, or sheer trash? Waugh had an answer to this too. “Lucidity, elegance, individuality”: these are the three essential traits that make a work of prose “memorable and unmistakable,” that make it literature.
It may be that the most strikingly obscure continental writing (e.g., of the later Heidegger and of most major French philosophers since the 1960s) is a form of literary expression, producing a kind of abstract poetry from its creative transformations of philosophical concepts.
Still, I sympathize with one motive behind naturalism — the aspiration to think in a scientific spirit. It’s a vague phrase, but one might start to explain it by emphasizing values like curiosity, honesty, accuracy, precision and rigor. What matters isn’t paying lip-service to those qualities — that’s easy — but actually exemplifying them in practice — the hard part. We needn’t pretend that scientists’ motives are pure. They are human. Science doesn’t depend on indifference to fame, professional advancement, money, or comparisons with rivals. Rather, truth is best pursued in social environments, intellectual communities, that minimize conflict between such baser motives and the scientific spirit, by rewarding work that embodies the scientific virtues. Such traditions exist, and not just in natural science.
The scientific spirit is as relevant in mathematics, history, philosophy and elsewhere as in natural science. Where experimentation is the likeliest way to answer a question correctly, the scientific spirit calls for the experiments to be done; where other methods — mathematical proof, archival research, philosophical reasoning — are more relevant it calls for them instead.
We need finally to break with the dogma that you are something inside of you — whether we think of this as the brain or an immaterial soul — and we need finally take seriously the possibility that the conscious mind is achieved by persons and other animals thanks to their dynamic exchange with the world around them (a dynamic exchange that no doubt depends on the brain, among other things). Importantly, to break with the Cartesian dogmas of contemporary neuroscience would not be to cave in and give up on a commitment to understanding ourselves as natural. It would be rather to rethink what a biologically adequate conception of our nature would be.
http://drunks-and-lampposts.com/2012/06/13/graphing-the-history-of-philosophy/
like atoms of stone
these links form a whole
from what could be imagined
as a porous thing or web
Scanning tunneling microscope image showing the individual atoms making up this gold (100) surface. Reconstruction causes the surface atoms to deviate from the bulkcrystal structure and arrange in columns several atoms wide with pits between them.
like atoms of stone
these links form a whole
from what could be imagined
as a porous thing or web
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Army (draft)
The Morning’s black armour is well-oiled,
And He encroaches silently.
The gloom of dreams remains uncongealed,
Held at bay with idle browses
And He encroaches silently.
The gloom of dreams remains uncongealed,
Held at bay with idle browses
Through the rooms of many houses.
They come, shaking in triumph
Their long grey hair. They come
By my hands which halt the binding flame
By my hands which halt the binding flame
Which for me would signal sleep.
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See Joyce's 'I Hear an Army'
Friday, May 13, 2011
internet dark age
No shadows will be standing
in the sand, our voices leave no trace
once electric tides abate
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