“Personifying my dustbin I put large googly eyes on the lid the size of coasters for a teapot, with googly eyes,” stated James proudly
“now that Mickey is public I can totemize ‘im and worship his bubbly effigy without reprimand and Goofy’s eyes”
“on the dashboard of Desire, my streetless car, with googly, yes, eyes. We are the holy trinity the manna, the sustenance, the rye”
“I belong to this machinery now of prefab authenticity and eyes on the ball drab togetherness, personalized efficiency without growing pains of eccentricity”
James lauded regurgitation as celebration of anthropocentric application of iteration, recursion without much effort to skip to the upcoming version
in rows of mass drumbeats matching outfits and synchronized battle cries Sierpiński and Mandlbrot, Droste: poor me a coco; together now! Snowflake and Tree-branch, pour
names of his friends imagined and brutal truths ripped from first date theater tickets on a no-nonsense shoulder: “geradeaus ist einfach immer geradeaus”
down the gentle bird-green path green adorned with children’s rhymes and meticulously machined sandpapered laughs and fingertip epistēmē
Jacobus was looking for a friend. Someone who could understand. Someone, or anything really, who would share their own experience Someone Jacobus could relate to.
For years now Jacobus has been living. Living with hiccups. It’s interruptive and jolting joy. It is a serious matter.
At times Jacobus’ fist is planted onto the table’s surface. Cracks occurred, and that while having a background in engineering as well as having a degree in medicine:
with a specific focus on computer science and then these latest learning technologies of machines, anthropomorphically deep
—deeper then the mucosal surfaces of Jacobus’ larynx, glottis and all —with a specialization in diaphragm irritations and spasms. with a confidence of authority and funds on call with pitched, intense unquestioned interest and hypes and with thrall
Incisively, Jacobus set out to invent a model one that could generate output interrupted by hiccups. Incessantly, incessantly, multimodally: hiccups; while hurling all water from the soil.
“Drink a cup of water,” said Jacobus, “take it in.” Knowing full well that didn’t work for him to date, not at all. None of that brought him any closer to that one, idealized breath of peace.
—animasuri’24
—-• a trigger
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Why if it is in the little themes as little as a granule fitting between two toes needle-like discomfort socked in a shoe, in a finance meeting
that a self-judging reusable rocket promised to Mars inspires thought
Why is it of all the little themes if minutia as a pattern as a gnome as a reconnaissance in the marvel of the marble on the bathroom floor, remind one
that DNA editing toward Dodos and Mammoths inspires symptoms
Why, in the little themes overlooking the Thames few lines organized together to be misunderstood as a poem in the shadow of world literatures and mass floods opinionated
that geo-engineering scheme to coolness inspires transpiration
Why it is in the abundance of little themes of, if it were a gentle crossing of eyes unfitting the length of lived relations love is still spoken confidently unheard
that social robots trigger conversation while we mumble enacting meaningless barbarisms
Why if of beings tiny grand if undefined if muddled, of so-ever this and that if filled with why yet more with digital chat
that with persistence and grit under one’s mindful feet disturbed, inspires a procrastinating walk
Why if it is themed small, circling a celestial bending of water still demanding the nonchalance and the surreal of a genuine smile
that I yearn and act beyond this end unheeding what inspires cause:
“Is it inclusive enough?” respecting “emotional expression”
expression as colors by numbers 4 or 8:
one is death in Chinese the other prospers
a mathematician’s irritate:
platonic perplexing paper planes and euclidian scaping ordinary worms
squirming here to one line of thought:
“and why is intelligence the artificial layer
we are promoting:”
is then objectivity if all-inclusive in nature
there, STEM fetish that:
we flirt-fear intelligence for centuries colonially in making it
the intentional, yet now:
colorfully, arr-hythmically measurably absurd.
—animasuri’24
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trigger
Cave, S. (2020). The Problem with Intelligence: Its Value-Laden History and the Future of AI. IN: A. Markham, J. Powles, T. Walsh, A.L. Washington (Eds.). (2020). Proceedings of the AAAI/ACM Conference on AI, Ethics, and Society (AIES ’20) (pp. 29–35). Association for Computing Machinery. https://doi.org/10.1145/3375627.3375813
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a saturation remanence of a probabilistically made up history
you will be able to unearth
the generated steps on a Moon landing film set
you will be able to dust off
The flat Earth from bloated dreams and pigeons and turtles with girth
you will be able to identify
those who claim no expertise yet by doing so get away with accolades
you will be able to say you were enabled
There will come a day we will claim you had agency
you will be able to deny that
and as for this life beautiful you smile, truce, and let us play truth
to the empowered.
—animasuri’24
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Have you ever heard an E flat hammering a Steinbeck string Pearl-white keyed on Mice and Men
knowing automated correction took away the concert piano from the pianist who passed away
replacing it for a favorite piece of printing press output and childhood memory in an age of mechanical reproduction
allow me to hear that man play with breaths counting down to this day today when condolences are resounding
across the score written by a name of fame chops chopping Chopin counterpoint reasoning largesse demanding all space
and yet recorded history is a rhythmic left hand of human prehistoric colored rockface
stone Bach, Steinbach, Steinway hidden from a conscious Sun just a stone throw away
in the painting across, behind blue trees with protruding shadows by an unknown and loved French painter
with her multitudes of brains would an octopus play blank ink preludes differently on sharps ‘n’ flats
my art application lived a controversial collective across a note-taking of love
—animasuri’24
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Allen, D. (2024, March 23). Maurizio Pollini, Celebrated Pianist Who Defined Modernism, Dies at 82. His recordings of Beethoven and Chopin were hailed as classics, but his technical ability sometimes invited controversy. Online: The New York Times. https://www.nytimes.com/2024/03/23/arts/music/maurizio-pollini-dead.html
Here we lay you spread before you circularly mimicking you on IoT streets for edged Self-driven Desire
your consent, your lament your augmentation, your inclination and we feast, oh how we feast on telling ourselves we know you by the data epithelia shed
from the grease from your yeasting gist It’s an extra spectacle folks line right up, spread your wings read all digits about it
out of the crunchy gates of the grinder and the scraping strides from the strigilis off of the crispy biome’s six-legged branches of life
through those mirrors of cracked skin and the data spilling from it we have yet to be fooled to be off our bionic drip
in and to the bumblebee’s kingdom of young grass and orange honeysuckle following the drops of dew of an early morning drizzle
if Jessica finds more humanity in surreal associations, in wordplay rhythmic layers and shaped smells of synesthesia unlocked
then in the “serious” form of social banter and event analysis geopolitical tension and debasements marketing vices, bros, viragos and vitriol
more echoes of humane dialog in automated stringing of said words, round-up median insights transmediated identities and multimodalities
then dismissed-expertise single bubble echo chatter of the in-crowds, the established, the certified, the reported and critiqued
more comfort in posting, scrolling swiping, tagging, liking, hosting filming, capturing, faking, digi-roasting, phishing, ghosting,
then in the tie ‘n’ white shirts and meticulous three piece chess board high brows Glenfiddich and transnational cachet wines
if more then and only then —as if— does she live in a rich world if only Jessica could share the sunset tinkle on her left arm’s skin from her treehouse lair,
silently sounding playful smile lounging at the Excastra Albopilosa fluffy bird-like dropping
Are we obsessively looking up and distracted by counting meals on the ceiling, dripping ocularly from last night’s bigbang? That one there sticking cornerly —gobbled up by the overflight of pla(i)n(e) air— has been my best so far. It is its attention in orbit that curves the fabric that some think to deny with fear of tripping over the utensils and interbellum sorbet spoons. It’s hanging out, you say? I could beg the differ yet have no idea what that would look like.
And then there is the space junk messing up mummy’s table cloth. “Oh why is she the sun in my eyes?” “Yes,” she retorted, “there is chaos in the milk, surely, we confide in the softness of the onlooker’s chair while hinting at its aftertaste.” Such is the simulation of sustenance:
virtual air brightens a blue sky hiding the horror of passing gas clouds reminiscent of wars of stars and planets. Their song of the orbs is polarity flattened to B minor and ellipsed by the sun spun spider’s spatula and flairs of burning plasma over a sunny side up egg.
“Dinner time!” a celestial voice calls the children to the table. “It’s all in good ending,” strung-voiced grandpa with a second breathe of youth preceding his last supper crossed out on the bucket list as an article written in a subscription-based peer-reviewed journal, given access to by syndication via translation into Brabantian dialect with Japanese overtones.
And, and, yes, and when the star busts widespread distribution, it can be guaranteed across multiple corners of the cosmos –shared across the heaven’s outlets, scraped into a set of promising data sets to be soon hacked by quantum de-anonymization.
Let him, that is grandpa’s bucket list, mind you, not deny the automated pattern recognition of teeth set into sentences styled by the finger fiddling baby playing with her food particles. “Dada, moomo gougu, iiiii!” having been awarded the highest probability for appearing preceding the fall of Rome and applesauce from said sad ceiling.
As a moment of contemplation the family beneath the falling dishes, sat scraping past worlds from celestial canvases overhead. “At least we are still here,” whispered auntie Bess enclosing the final stage of this ceremonious phase. “Dig in, identify, take in and digitize!” announced the digesting head at the table.
–animasuri’24
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