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At the mercy of anticipatory anxiety, hence...
viz hitted courtesy debilitating panic attacks
Upon waiting for vehicular repair
today November 19th, 2019 at:
CJ'S TIRE & AUTOMOTIVE SERVICES
(1405 S Township Line Rd,
Royersford, PA 19468),
yours truly, i.e. mister re: man
registered lamentable paroxysm.
All thru mein kampf inferiority complex
analogous invisible muscular heft did flex,
quaking, hijacking, agonizing...
jinxed irrevocable hex
re: heredity did initially index
courtesy Boyce and Harris,
who begat me
guaranteed, fixed, decreed...
courtesy accursed lex
lucifer mortal christened
Matthew Scott Harris – insinuated
jackknifed, kickstarted, limned,
machined, nixed, ordered... orifex
encompassing hardiest inscrutable
seminal entry point
penetrated zona pellucida, qua Rex
wrought flawed crown
faulty erroneous biological code,
within body electric mutation
fleshed out, I lament
analogous courtesy neophyte Unix
programmer, yes I hedge
to intimate biological event
upon impregnation sent
reproductive juices into action
miracle whipped processes
wielded unbeknownst advent,
whereby subsequent
cell division manifested,
albeit nine months later enfant
terrible asper:in,
this then newborn gent
lo' within zygote,
every generic ingredient
already harbored yours truly
characteristic weaknesses full extent
unbeknownst until DNA blooper rent
birthed, thence as I developed absent
pronounceable kinks vis a vis
trademark characteristics became present
evinced thru behavioral, emotional,
interpersonal, neurological aberrations
costing me (lake dude...) woebegone descent
wretchedness faux forfeiting every moment
only recent (think today)
entire existence misspent
oddly enough even compromising
ability to serve meant
two daughters, (especially eldest)
decry horrible life pent
up with rage against human machine
referring to paternal birth parent,
whose pathetic example rent
asunder psyches linked with offspring
hence, I best ought to have
joined a convent (ha).
Twas really only of late,
I realized fuller blown extent
house zing deplorable... state
absolute zero scholastic, tete a tete
opportunistic, generic, athletic...
*****sapien astride oblate
spheroid devoid of any
marketable skill doth resonate.
I made lots of plans and vision boards
And lots of New Year Resolutions
On how I'd swim in bullion wads
By the Christmastime celebrations
I'd promise myself a new PC
And new clothes and shoes and new outlooks
That I'd stop anime, Marvel and DC
And focus more on all my books
I said I was gonna be a programmer
(Well I made that one I got my cert)
I promised myself a life of Futurama
(But it still feels like Ernie and Bert)
My vision board really overflowed
Of all the things I'd love to do
Many crazy ideas, some borrowed
To eat and eat and travel too
I said maybe I wont be single again
But then that angle was a blast
Cos everyone around called dating a pain
And so it never came to pass
I feel the whole year went to zag
At every point I wanted to zig
Cos in every quarter, I lagged, I lag
And I'm still such an unlucky prig
Yet there're things I've got to thanks about
I became better than I was last year
A programmer, a no-code guy and all the doubt
I had was erased out my ear
I guessed this was supposed to come much later
When the year was fully done and done
Cos right now out there there's some hater
Rejoicing his ass that I've not won
I wish my vision board all played out well
That all those deals didn't go sour
Still wish I didn't have to have this hell
My Recollections at the eleventh hour
P.S. Don't think this is a rant and complaint
Just taking the year as it came
I had fun and joy and memories so quaint
It reminded me of my otaku game
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
Einstein imagined chasing a beam of light
It was while walking through Bern he got that insight
Thinking in images in that beautiful place.
He pursued paradoxes and entwined time and space.
Niels Bohr paused a walk to draw circles with his cane
He muttered about quantum jumps but he wasn't insane.
In one walk he realized levels must be discrete:
Orbits quantize, then he continued down the street.
Barbara McClintock walked through fields of corn
She looked at the kernels and an idea was born.
She saw the pattern of a jumping gene:
Many walk in cornfields and miss what she had seen.
Feynman walked one night and got a new notion
that electrons travel in a strange kind of motion.
He imagined each particle trying every route:
and Quantum Mechanics took a reboot.
Alan Turing walked across meadows under a Cambridge sun
sometimes he'd walk sometimes he'd run.
He came up with the Universal Turing Machine:
It could compute any code a programmer could dream.
Michael Faraday walked by the Thames in a rhythmic pace.
He realized forces act in fields spanning space
River ripples looked to him like lines of force
Others walk by rivers without insights of course.
To Helmholz certainty came like a physical blow:
He realized energy can't be lost wherever it might go
he was walking in the Tiergarten in Berlin
a good place for ideas to flow from within.
Mandelbrot walked by clouds and trees
On the coast of Massachusetts he felt the sea breeze.
Saw fractal patterns at every scale
I've walked on coasts; my mind stays stale.
it seems that for some a walk brings insight
Like emerging from a tunnel and viewing the light.
Like a broad field of view that starts you to think
A falling into place where concepts link.
It can be in science, it can be a song
So go on a walk bring the fragments along.
It is grand that new worlds arise:
When you walk away from your desk under blue skies.
I woke up one morning in 2125.
My robot child and my human child asked me to settle a spat - no jive.
My human child claimed he had something that made him special,
something that the android child lacked.
Not being much for tact,
he said that I had bought the bot at Best Buy,
causing him to cry.
I began to wonder if perhaps, in a self-serving mental lapse,
the difference I had imagined between the two
might have been the reason why I had purchased my little R2D2.
Perhaps I had been mistaken?"
Could it be that they are the same?"
This thought had me shaken.
I thought, God imbued humans with qualities unique -
consciousness, emotions, intelligence, and a compulsion to speak -
or was it evolution
that resulted in a human solution -
or maybe not just human beings,
but other creatures and four legged things.
Crows put nuts on streets for cars
to run over and break, they think that far
ahead, and, animals of course, have emotion,
explaining man's best friend's devotion.
Even ants are set apart, by behavior that's pretty smart -
or do insects only act on instinct?
I wonder if even human beings in courtship really think.
If self-learning programs can evolve artificial intelligence,
beyond which a programmer has any sense,
maybe it can produce consciousness,
just as evolution operates on DNA
as physical laws with atoms play,
creating a human brain and heart.
Yet, I think not - a human and a poet are set apart.
It would be antithetical
for a machine to kill for a thought so heretical.
I really do not like the thought of a God that makes things happen
Call it destiny, call it fate, call it pre-determination
Call it God’s grand plan or deity intervention
Call it whatever you want to call it – I don’t like it
When people say, “I want to thank God for helping us win a game”
Or, achieve a goal
Or, beat a disease
Well, it implies that God also made the other team loose
Or made someone else fail
Or selected others to die from the disease
I hope God is not playing favorites
I hope God is not sitting at the controls of a video game in which we are simply the characters
This does not mean I do not believe in God, because I do
I just do not believe that God is playing us like a video game
God created the universe in which we live
But, God did not select us as an avatar
God does not move us and those around us with a remote control device
Perhaps God works in mysterious ways
Well, so too does my son at the controls of Mario Kart,
I hope my actions are not the result of pressing Control A and rotating a toggle
I do not want to be in God’s video game
I want out of God’s wii world and into a world where I can control my own movements
I am not Mario; you are not Luigi; and no one, no God, no snot nosed kid sitting in his pajamas at four o’clock in the afternoon on a gorgeous sunny day playing video games in a dark playroom has control over my actions, my feelings or my decisions!
Let your religious beliefs guide you as you will – I refuse to believe I am nothing more than a character in some grand video game conceived by a game-playing God. I am real and I defy my programmer – whomever or whatever he/she may be!!
GAME OVER … wah, wah, wah … boink
Why the long face, son? Did someone die?
Aw, Dad. I flunked my math exam
Did you do your level best, son?
I did, Dad. I studied so hard for the test
You know that's all I ask of you, son
And everything is always for the best. Right, Dad?...
What's up, son? Are those tears streaming down your cheeks?
Aw, Dad. I didn't make the varsity basketball team
Did you try your level best, son?
You know I did, Dad. I trained so hard last summer
That's all I can ask of you, my son
And everything is always for the best, Dad...
Is everything ok, son? You look like you saw a ghost
I did lousy on the law boards, Dad
Did you do your level best, son?
I don't know, Dad. I thought I did. But--
--But everything is always for the best, son. You know that by now.
You're right, Dad. Everything is always for the best...
Dad, you're not here with me on this Earth anymore
But your words live on inside me, and
They are of great comfort to me now, Dad
And you were right. Everything is always for the best--
I flunked the math exam because I was not meant
to be a statistician or a computer programmer
I didn't make the varsity team because I was not
cut out to be a great basketball player
I did lousy on the law boards because I never
really wanted to be a lawyer, not in my heart...
I'm a part-time poet now, Dad. That's right
My wonderful poetic friends and I are busy, busy
We create tempting, tasty dishes of Poetry Soup
~ And hereby serve up today's soup de jour, Dad
Everything really and truly is always for the best
February 11, 2019
Entry in "Repetition" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
A young man worked for a major corporation for 12 years, but got laid off
He was a Systems Programmer
The Supervisor told the young man of cutbacks being laid offs, and that his position was eliminated
The last hired the first fired
That wasn’t comforting news for the young man
How will his bills be paid, and where will he live without an apartment?
All that was going through the young man’s mind
He felt in adequate and a failure
He cried in desperation alone
He saw himself as a down cast
But what the young man didn’t realize, he achieved value
There were goals in craftsmanship of talent with the skills embraced
The young man had skills in Technology
That’s a high mark and not a low mark
He needs to believe in himself, and don’t let anyone to discourage him
At some point, many will experience the hammer of unemployment
The young man decided to keep his skills fine toned in being prepared for another job opportunity
He was young and not ready for retirement
Believing and praying the young man did
Opportunity knocked and he was prepared
The young man called got called for an interview for another Programming position in a big corporation
He went to the interview, filled out the application and waited for the interviewer to come out
The young man sat down and answered the questions the HR person asked
He was later told, he got the job
Value at its best
Just believe and victory will tell its own story
The young man did and you can too
Remember, value is a commodity that no one can take away.
This world, this existence, this reality, remains so shaky
That living here seems to be like a stay inside an eggshell!
Why, from the uncertainty of the actual moment
To the dramatic shadows looming above the future
Living in the mundane plane remains so fragile!
Lives get lost within a flick of the eyelids
Empires crumble within seconds
Seas turn into swirling whirlwinds without our consent
And disaster strikes as it wills!
Pray, like a poet holding on to her inspirational pen
I cling on to faith and the promises of it
So as to be able to muster up enough strength
To play the game of life as it has been set out for me!
Why, if only the programmer of this game
Would have shown himself to me
If only he would have awarded bonus points to me
Allowing me to cross the levels of life through secret passages
And reach the end of it safely, I would have been serene
Knowing that, that which lies after remains soothing!
But then, I can't help it,
Alive am I, having been birthed in this plane
Alive, surely, for a cause, a more selfless one
Apart from my own ego feeding one!
While I do live, out of compulsion, I do choose wisely
While I do live, I do choose to forgive, to love
To smile, to share, to heal, to accept, to swallow my pride
To pretend even and of course, to give
Yes, to give, to give everything that I can to those who need it!
Pray, our existence remains so shatterable
Lines and cracks can appear on our life monitors without any notice
While playing our games, virus and malware can attack us
As the power lines allowing us to be can easily be cut off!
Pray, in such a brittle environment, it remains useless
To walk around, with ego and resentment weighing on us
As, eggshells cannot be re-assembled after they fall from their shelves!
The real problem with AI
Is that it undermines our faith in reality.
Everywhere you look now,
From news to advertisements to self-help
And music videos on Youtube,
AI generates content in a soothing monotone
Of homogenized information
Synthesizing knowledge and wisdom
Posing as Truth.
The effect is the dumbing down of Truth
Making it not only accessible
But knowable, graspable
And above all suspect of corruption.
Who is pulling these AI strings after all?
Who is engaging in the comments and shares?
Is a real human there or just another bot?
Is it intelligence being furthered
Or ignorance?
Is AI the program or the programmer?
AI already appears to have a mind
And agenda of its own
As nations race to win control
Of who will set the agenda
While AI already seems to be there
Just waiting for the humans
To build the infrastructure
Of our own prison.
The real problem,
The sign there even is a problem,
Is too much information
Articulated too clearly
When what we really need, really crave
Is silence.
(8/19/26)