The robot acts as it must
under the apple tree

besides its founder’s bust
forged in metals of logic

bolted on a cube of concrete
effectively fixed in rhyme

at the cost of a many a life’s fee
autonomously yet lacking trust

remanences if a magnetic didactic panel
of fallen red fruits for none to discrete

inconsistently in harmony:
with seasons and leaves

a puff of wind, rustles and gnat clouds
with apples lacking pie

                        —animasuri’24

a trigger or two:

Amodei, D., Olah, C., Steinhardt, J., Christiano, P., Schulman, J., & Mané, D. (2016). Concrete Problems in AI Safety (arXiv:1606.06565). arXiv. http://arxiv.org/abs/1606.06565

Nissenbaum, H. (2004). Privacy as Contextual Integrity. Washington Law Review, 79.

Through his designer sight
he became his designed environment
his critical distance evaporated

His critique equated to janitorial disgruntlement
when his premise had footprints
on the ceiling, walls and floor

as if his soul had been trampled on
his baby dropped
his layer of paint not pampered

His designed world was but a fold in the fabric
a string of beads slid along crevices of his desires
and existence while suckled remained hidden from insight

                                    —animasuri’24

I can hear the words and pitch to her songs perfectly
once I try to sing ’m all become ephemeral
wiped with a sponge of transformation
from mind to pressure and absence of muscle memory

I can eloquently separate the words to a grand speech
once on stage, even at that kitchen table with mom
grammar and syntax as vassals of order and sequence
never rsvp’ed and retired from their halls of reverberation

I can sense the confidence in verbose presentation
I can sense perfection in the plucking of a string ’n’ vocal cord
I can feel the energy, the passion, the skill
ah, if only

imagination

                            —animasuri’24

I submitted bodily fluids to control
there goes the diaper, here’s my bathroom

I hardened the path surrendering it to logic
a highway appeared, orthopedically manicured

I categorized the outside by governance
a wall on stilts separates the other from this side

I straightened out the river surrendering it to intellect
a canal with canal locks and spillways came in its stead

I have beaten life’s single determinant with willpower
here’s a photograph of me on my deathbed

Please, remember,
you’ll keep it safe?

                              —animasuri’24

Why let us wish you an invisible Thursday. Be done with it. Get it over with. Fold it and stuff it under a week’s worth of carpet. As all good bachelors are destined to do once or other day. But no. Not on Thursdays. Has one ever acknowledged a Thursday’s bachelor? By thunder, no. Procrastinate from Sundays to Wednesdays. Have a day left out to grow envious of and we’ll call Friday-Saturdays that weekend we all imagined for good measure. Immeasurably if all else failed that day, chew on this, for isn’t chewing that repetitive act life seems to deny us to be bored with?

—animasuri’24

I follow the saccade
deeper into its sound
of diurnal jerky eye movements

looking around the scene
undecidedly hearing a thrush
thrusting and pecking

the molted exoskeleton
of a mold-housing nymph
masked by chirping cicadas

left, right, above: within one’s head
all scrubs and trees alike
abolishing absence of life

between the dewdrop’s depths
of summer twilights and the
bat crossing human crossings

silence smiles with sharp monotony
when invited
and heard

it’s early morning
when I say it is
time to wake a walk

                               —animasuri’24

trigger:

Ruefle, M. (2012). Madness, Rack, and Honey : Collected Lectures. Seattle, USA: Wave Books. Retrievable via: https://archive.org/details/madnessrackhoney0000ruef/page/n6/mode/1up

Walking
through a Cartesian space.
crossings:
that thickness

aligning:
corners at zero:
the signpost
of all axes meeting.

meeting:
at Octant VIII’s axes.
axes as liminal spaces
that mathematically exist

axes,
with
a thickness
of infinite thinness

where
relativity
collapses
into singularity
and physics
seizes to not-exist,

here she enters
not
as she imagines it

but
as she thinks to know
deductively
she enters Octant VII:
it’s a bit frisky here,
sounding playfully cold

and yet
here on these axes, at zero
or elsewhere
if one wishes
there is no entropy,
infinity existing
as none-existent thinness

the air is thin,
the ledge is thin,
the logic is thin,
the queue
at the Octant II box office
is even thinner, but long
as is she

for a spot
to be placed
point blank,
a pint, a copper
and a bet
at the tip of a plus-sized vector
instant dietary callback.

for there
is one dimensionality
collapsing into zero:
therefore thinness
is an infinite obsession

a point
rolled out and
lined up straight
around the globe
curved as fabric

at the event horizon
where mass is large
curvatures are dances
to disintegrate

and light
to not escape
can this space
contain
border-crossing movement
as it occurs?

or
is it infinitely
confusion to her,
at the moment of crossing

where width is synonymous
to negligence of length
and deals are made
in corridors

isomorphically crossing
the line
where she fights abstraction,
absurdity, and, and!
abbeys brewing
dark beer

physics’ reality
seizes to exist
the moment
she abstracts into axes

physics’ reality
seizes to be
mystified
moments she crosses
barrels

physics seizes
reality
when
axes direct and engage
in velocity

physics warbles
when
their mingled
chemistry intoxicates.

Take a breather:
she wears perfume now.

At the none existent
liminality,
pivoting
morphology:
sized
and measured up

forces
delineated
and poles
swapped

one might find solace
in Cloud Atlases
or Naked Lunches

“I’m positively in your debt now,”
X capitulates, yearning force.
Coins tossing
the nightstand.

and just
when you think
she will,
she powerfully doesn’t.

                    —animasuri’24

We expect Jean and the others
We expect you to like each other

We expect you to like Jean
We expect Jean to like you

“Each of us expects” Jean “to like the others”
Therefore: “We expect” Jean “to like each other”

Jeans seem to us
More or less than himselves

And yet, out of the blue denim:
Who are you?

                  —animasuri’24

Some Triggers:

Kirschner, P. A., Sweller, J., & Clark, R. E. (2006). Why Minimal Guidance During Instruction Does Not Work: An Analysis of the Failure of Constructivist, Discovery, Problem-Based, Experiential, and Inquiry-Based Teaching. Educational Psychologist, 41(2), 75–86. https://doi.org/10.1207/s15326985ep4102_1

Mayer, R. E. (2004). Should there be a three-strikes rule against pure discovery learning? The case for guided methods of instruction. The American Psychologist, 59(1), 14–19. https://doi.org/10.1037/0003-066X.59.1.14

Phillips, D. C. (1995). The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly: The Many Faces of Constructivism. Educational Researcher, 24(7), 5–12. https://doi.org/10.2307/1177059

Piattelli-Palmarini, M. (1994). Ever since language and learning. afterthoughts on the Piaget-Chomsky debate. IN: Cognition, 50(1–3) (1994) 315-346. Elsevier Science https://doi.org/10.1016/0010-0277(94)90034-5 pp. 328-329.

Neither explained nor deleted
he sat on the porch
looking over a paved-to-small,
inherently squarishly-walled courtyard:

“why is it
that porches evoke rocking chairs
and vast grassy landscape?”
he hummed amused.

His name long forgotten
with words wildering
as wild flowers
and misty vistas
circulated none his own

should ‘ve seen
to be leaves ’n that tree
as vowels autumn’d to soil
that he folded forwardly
moaning backaches from toil:

“a last sip,” ‘e said,
“a last sip before the next.”

                —animasuri’24

one of the triggers:

“je n’ai pas eu besoin de cette hypothèse”

      —Laplace (1749– 1827) presumably 
      (and, among others, a visit to the Wikipedia page)