Long Computation Poems

In 1968,
a time of great concern for healthy human civil rights
for and of women as well as LeftBrain culturally dominant men,
Gregory Bateson invited a Symposium
not quite a finished Symphony
proposing Moral and Aesthetic Structure of Human...

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the future cannot be but a computation
and that's where all the problems start
one after another all at once
how are your levels of satisfaction arrived at
personally generally universally consistently
how good is your math
how good can your...

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You used to have power over me
You used to have power over me
Seeing your face pleased
Was all that'd let my mind be

Jobs and relationships once so consistent
Loyalty and honesty have floated into the distance

Is it...

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If anyone is impatient, by chance or choice,
Or too impatient to read my poems, 
S/he must read this poem—at any rate!

Hopkins once heckled God:
“Why do sinners’ ways prosper?”
And did not stay for an answer!
The answer...

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Aimless wandering beings 
  Arms flailing reaching out to touch 
feeling no one in reach
isolated pedestrians seeking affection
 disconnected lack of eye contact
Seeing no one peripherally...

A sea of souls knowing more each day
 forgetting...

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life is understood backwards while it moves forth

          memories epiphanies hindsight and full vision

            ...

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Yellow chard stain index finger smears my logic puzzle,
Sour cream cilantro splatter quite the quaint “addition” 
juicy brain pump lemon zest solution that I guzzle,
number crunching sea salt a spur to intuition

Roasted sweet potato has...

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Seek while you may find, strength of cerebral cortex. 
'Though shrouded in complexities, higher minds advance to next. 
Con folks par exellence, exorcising painful memories. 
Enabling state of elightenment, a projection of ideas. 

Dragging weaklings...

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Every  time I remembered a tiny fraction of 
Mathematics,  there  would always be some
Monstrous mathematical computation  waiting
To fight me.  Yeah,  math was the worse BULLY.

THOUSANDS more steps a few...

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Collateral Damage 

Leaving, deceiving and unjust, whom do you trust. Is it a must? To want to be
	Alone	
Shown the way. Day by day, sun up, night-by-night moon struck, hour-by-hour no time. 
 Climbing the tower...

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Looking back helplessly 
at every foible like Epimetheus. 
Born like a weed in the steamy morning,
I was an aimless crude creature spinning
flamboyant cobwebs like a confident fool.
I slathered prismatic patterns, grinning like a jester. 
Then,...

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How can you hide, from the all-seeing eyes! 
How can you fight, a spirit that never dies! 
What makes you think, you can freeze the sun! 
Whoever told you, you're the almighty one! 

How can...

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@alons, ce sera pour la derniere fois@

Sophie Blanchard 1819

a metaphor of the sea sings no music,
no swell here, to swing the stern;

nor any pressure to float a kite:
there is no 'flight' to the moon,
no wing...

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One day I decided to aggregate what I own
Realizing soon enough I couldn't count it all,
Though I never thought I had all that much
What I had was oddly beyond simple math.

Determined I was to know...

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A tragic computation
muscle and matter are dwindled
less of the mind is considered
all is compressed into thinner

A blinding sight of lame
unable to capture the human brain
sanity is clearly drained

Make away this pain
I am no one anymore...

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Here we get to a new visualisation
Chakras not six but twelve as of this computation
Root, sacral, navel, spleen, heart & throat
Plus upper palate, third eye, Guru & three at the crown afloat

This is an esoteric...

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No, at ninety-eight you're not a fossil yet, Gramps Fred;
     you still rail against the masters of cruel, crazy wars
          that left...

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A plethora of blessings has come to me
in a deviation from the norm.
I have been enlightened with all I see.
A light rain has become a storm.

The words fall like precipitation.
They fill my poetic chalice.
An amount...

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Its beauty lies in symmetry
An exactness of natural harmony
In particles of these variables.
 Composed of possibility.

A slope made from just a touch
Seen in this, an altered form, 
 Found using a point given,
There is unique...

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Is life about how many
  or then about how much

Is the truth in computation
  or in what those numbers touch

Is the measurement empiric
  with a final answer shown

Is salvation in the lyrics
...

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Is life about how many
  or then about how much

Is the truth in computation
  or in what those numbers touch

Is the measurement empiric
  with a final answer shown

Is salvation in the lyrics
...

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