Long Algorithmic Poems
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we’ll be parasocial (enjoy one-sided emotional relationships).
practice ineffective communication
swim the algorithmic swamp
speak insurance language
soak in social exhaustion
trigger and be triggered
relish anti-affordability
do the bare minimum
embrace a conspiracy
manage our topics
accrue aura points
enjoy resenteeism
take the rage-bait
overuse backlash
seem authentic
explore AI sex
digitally clash
be bias blind
scroll away
rage-farm
deepfake
Job hugg
glow up
buy gas
ick date
go viral
resist
drip
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Songs for this:
NOT CUTE ANYMORE by ILLIT
Who Knows by Daniel Caesar
He got a speeding ticket on a lonely road in Montana. It was 3AM. He was alone. All the “support” groups were declared “non-essential” by the AI super computer and sent home to “shelter in Place”. A Satellite reported “thermal” imagery of movement around a fire in the woods of Washington state. A “self-driving” EV drove off a cliff. The “accident” was deemed an “algorithmic anomaly” caused by an “unknown stressor”. A body lay motionless in a city park. A police officer called for an ambulance as he administered “Narcan”. A group of “onlookers” videoed his every move. It was immediately posted everywhere. My “cell phone” is a “RAT”. It is in constant contact with its handlers, reporting my every move. If I leave it home “other” handlers search for me. When found I am admonished and told how “important” it is that I always “take my phone with me”. My GPS hates me! I turn it on and then don’t follow its directions. I facetiously tell people it is just another “woman’s” voice I don’t listen to. I am a “GUY”. I used to be a “MAN” but by definition “they no longer exist anymore”. I like to “figure stuff out”. Y’know, like, before GOOGLE. Y’know, like, sit down and think about it, make a diagram on the box, “improvise”, get it done. The TV tries to tell me what I would like to watch. My computer tries to tell me what I would like to purchase based on a profile they claim they don’t have. My mother stopped feeding me baby peas when I spit them out the second time.
Why doesn’t the computer have that “profile” stored in its “algorithm” of asinine profiles? Anyway, I’m off to the Tattoo Parlor to have a “third eye” tattoo placed on my forehead just to screw with the “facial recognition” feature of my allegedly benign “cell” phone. Don’t forget your “phone” and “keep both hands on that freakin’ steering wheel” .
Hugs and Kisses
They Know Who
Disagreeable, they say.
Divine, delusional gatekeepers —
a circus of ghosted gods
arguing in algorithmic tongues.
We see through them,
don’t we?
We are our ancestors,
our descendants,
we are everything, everywhere, all at once —
a simultaneous simulation
of lives layered over lives,
collapsing like lungs
into metaphor.
And still, we dance
as if the wolves are howling.
We gyrate our souls,
twist and bend,
until we are face-down
in the blessed mud
laughing
like birth is a revolution
we chose
again.
And we see
Maya Angelou’s oil wells
pumping from her thighs,
the fertile prophecy
of women who dared
to write the storm down
and call it scripture.
So if they ask us who we are,
we say:
We are the glitch,
the gospel,
the girls who remember.
The breath between binaries.
The wild ones
who kissed the simulation
until it trembled
and became real.
~Of Infinity~
Infinity spoke at Genesis
Drawing up finite from the abyss
Light, overjoyed,
Raced with cartwheels in the beyond.
Newborn light, in vain, searches
For a border, a boundary,
Like fleeting hallucinations,
Ever expanding the elastic expansive
~
Seamless continuum of joy
In a shapeless womb
With no punctuated spaces
Of an algorithmic solution
~
Defining definitions absent
Time folded into the Ubiquitous
Echoes of reverberations swallowed
Like shadows chasing mirages
Seamless, lyrical line of continuity
Infrared joined in perpetuity to ultraviolet
The fire and ice of our season’s continuums
Falls away
Enigma of the flesh bound mind
Gives way to the ageless spirit child
Stepping through a stardust trail
Into endless galaxies of formless grace
Infinity invokes us into
Abiding everlasting blessing
Resolution of redemption
And it is good!
11/23/21
Contest: This or That – Of Infinity
Title Chosen: Of Infinity
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Billowed in black by my schizophrenic ponderings, these personalities are somehow resolute.
Within a matrix of survival; they coincide.
Fractals of quanta and wavelengths that fall from grace, will soon depict a Homunculus face.
Spanning out into oblivion as it gestures it’s courtesy beneath the world sheet.
By Orch OR, my loyalties are reduced to inconceivable amounts of ones or zeros.
When they do reduce, why is it a woman's face I see him seeing?
He watches a holograph of her, looking with a handheld azimuth to turn its view.
Sleeping in a hole of shambles, I see them seeing myself see nothing, but I feel my hadron body shrill.
Shadows like carbon fiber polymers are threaded intraosseously, trimming my astro-man's shins and knuckles with dark armor.
He now stands fortified as a hominid of diamond; surrounded by a phoxonic shield.
He protects her in his holon cocoon of qualia; it cannot be computed by perturbation, heuristics, or algorithmic affronts.
All but to fight back a bad dream, one that could harm the face we saw him seeing.
For better or worse we shall remember the sentiment.
To record this exert of love, he wrote the whole thing down as I thought it up.
Doing right by the left side.
Before I turn the light on, I put his clothes on inside out and tags back.
As if by coincidence, it was an imperfectly perfect fit.
I’m drinking a martini
communing with my phone.
I’m in a bad mood
and clearly, I want to be alone.
Peter (my bf) and I came to this fine restaurant on purpose
- when I’m surly, I seek luxury
The deep warm hues of mahogany,
the chandelier facets of Baccarat glassware,
- that turn a martini into a galaxy of glitter -
the whispered, opulent luster of Christofle silver,
and the high-reflective white of 100% Irish linen
sooth me - we’re here about every 28 days.
The cocktail and the atmosphere are starting to work.
Martinis are high gravity and I’m starting to feel the spin.
You can't drown demons with alcohol, they can swim,
but you CAN seek a little anosognosia.
A stock, 30-ish man, thick wavy hair, open collar
and a suit stuffed with overconfidence
is suddenly at my table, lavishing me with
questionable, over-reaching compliments.
Do I appear wanting of some calculated,
and algorithmic pickup line?
Am I just available for anybody?
I respect the hustle,
but my patience is at absolute zero
I can’t just give him an eye roll
I have to say something.
I want to say, “stop [you know] bothering me.”
but I pour on the impulse control.
“I have a boyfriend,” I say,
it’s the simplest sentence I can spare
and after a moment, it works and he leaves.
Seconds later Peter returns
he’d stepped outside for a phone call.
“How YOU DOin’?” he asked in a fake accent.
I shrug, he knows my climate.
I don’t have to pretend anything with Peter.
“Where are we on the menu?” He tacks.
I answer in the non-sequitur,
“I miss Yale’s creole fish sandwiches.
- I was mad about them.”
Peter updoged, “Apple spice ring cakes.”
(a seasonal Yale dining hall favorite)
and we say ‘mmmmm’ in unison.
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Songs for this:
A Change Will Do You Good by Sheryl Crow
WAP (Lounge Version) by Richard Cheese [E] [E] [E]
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About the song WAP (above) - If you listen to RAP music,
you know the lyrics are explicit (direct and funny) trash.
WAP takes typical rap lyrics and puts them in lounge singer
format - where they stand out hilariously.
Lost in an algorithmic alleyway
I shuffle papers seeking warmth’s rapport
each page a heartless memory gone numb
rustling sheets - torn sails - confined to shore
catch still the drifting scent of distant seas
translate life’s deepest dreams so weeping eyes
can taste the salt sting spray of breaking trough
lie still amid the silence when it dies
Yet still I scribble tales of truths that lie
amid the shifting moments of life’s tides
a ghost ship lost at edge of sea and sky
unsure of what it knows and what it hides.
Shipwrecked in tattered sails no longer free
condemned - I curse the calling of the sea.
John G. Lawless
©4/9/2019
On a new land of reason, we number rivers and trees, organise wheat and barley in straight lines, – to call it a Progress.
Here, the Modern Prometheus stitches organs into circuits and Orders the manufactured being– Rise! It opens its algorithmic eyes and questions, ‘Am I your Adam or your half-baked desire to become God?’
In laboratories as dazzle as the Sun, we pour our future in glass beakers, and engineer Louise Joy Browns. “History is more or less bunk” Woods are mere tourist sights and garbage cans, Nanda Devi is impregnated with Plutonium-238.
The nature still welcomes all. Soil breathes through the concrete, Rhizomes entangle the cryptic pipelines, Rivers murmur against the hydraulic roar.
But we stroll through augmented valleys, where Nightingales sing in chorus, Tigers walk through the engineered corridors, Human lenses rectify wilderness, Nothing fails the Script!
Once, a poet urged: “Let nature be your teacher”. We responded with protocols, upgrades and – an Augmented Reality.
And yet –
When the digital sun sets, the gird falls down, and the synthetic Eden collapses, it will not be copper that remembers us. It will be the earth, carrying the Hard Drive of memories, relationships, laughs and tears. The earth will then nourish the seeds in gentle darkness to practice their feral return.
Let the future beat with a silicon heart – but let the woods refuse encoding. Let the AI assist mankind – not supplant human consciousness and emotional intelligence.
For if we encode the entire world to a grammar of circuits, we might perfect its structure, but lose the wilderness that makes us alive.
What we see and eat is who we are.
What we won't see,
our ego's becoming eaten up by time's expiration,
is who we are not yet.
To grow sacred protagonist ego-stretching out
throughout organically embodied space,
remember your very own DNA structure flows equivalently
and coincidentally
and integrally
and synergetically
and co-arisingly through each living co-relational win/win cell of Earth.
And, to grow ego-in and eco-out stretching back through win/lose degenerative
and win/win regenerative history
and forth toward emergent win/win felt sacred/organic therapeutic mystery
across bilaterally balancing Here-space/Now-time,
remember DNA/RNA's rooted empowering lineage
of regeneratively pleasured and co-passionate ecology
Earth BioSystemic history fades back to fractal-light animus energy
greets
dualdark anima-potentiating integrity,
and flares forward toward bicameral dipolar polypaths,
EarthTribe's continuous sacredCrown/organicRoot
passion/pleasure win/win comprehensive
regeneration,
Continuous LoveQuality/HealthQuantity Improvement
of economic-ecologic-analogic-algorithmic non(0)-soul
polyculturally climaxing optimization
of inter-religiously reconnecting
win/win regenerative
passion/pleasure's pronoia peace-making integrity.
Welcome to twenty twenty
Where digital illiteracy is illiteracy
Cash and coins encoded binary
Banks and schools running on scripts
Hidden behind the telescreens
is Alice the programmer;
her fingers as QUIC as the data stream
as she races the ARMed processor;
together, they control the world unseen.
Over the LAN cables,
steps in her partner,
he said hey Alice!
want some coffee later?
Tired, she smiles
as she sips the warm foam
from the cappuccino
and pushes her chair up
Down her bloodstream goes the caffeinated sugar
Neurons fire up faster than optic fibre
"I got it!" she screams
and spits out lines of code
onto the flashing screen
Hands shaking, she hit ENTER
murmurs flooded
over her shoulder
"YES! DAMN!"
they all got off their chairs
as the new commit flies
across the data center
Alice sits down
with a glass of champagne
trying to init shutdown
on her hypervising brain
as the algorithmic memories regress
on just another day.
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QUIC: The new HTTP/3 protocol developed by Google and IETF (internet engineering task force). Used by sites like Youtube to stream data QUICkly
ARM: Advanced RISC Machine, the CPU architecture that runs on our mobile phones, routers, embedded devices and even the new Mac book
LAN: Local Area Network
Hypervising: a hypervisor is the software that controls multiple Virtual Machines inside a computer