Flying cars oblivious of drying laundry
and lines of pedestrians outlawed

using the most efficient GPS,
no need for home, homing nor homies

no crosswalks, straight:
there are KPIs

no stop lights so
no data points in between to be acknowledged

mountain peak elevators
with options

self-hovering helicopter services
to engineering projects

flattening tops
to parkable surfaces

it will take you there, wherever to work
on automated techniques enabling more work

at the Department of Equalization, Automation and Deoutlierabilities
DEAD for short

instant coffee, instant croissant, instant baby;
instant table tennis in the common room

instant flow and focus and attention
ideal comfort, ideally serviced soundly delegated


Sonya, however, meanders, down there, away,
along the little roads and pathways

she once saw
a shadow

Sonya enjoys
the discomfort

climb, muscular sting,
fall, failure, standing up brushing off

doubtful slowness,
lovely laziness and pause

Sonya’s raw and roars
like a lion sleeping for most of the day

the key to her happiness
not mockery yet empathy

looks, listens and asks:
“are you well, there, up on top?”

“I’ll be here, if you need;
looking for a bumble bee”


—animasuri’24


.

Nova was never woken. No clock, no urgency, no obligation. She wills wake. She wakes the morning. She wakes the morning with a solar plexus personifying a call for innovation. Refreshing, renewing, redoing, building on.

The “Good morning!” she offers her life’s partner, the children, the pets, is not the same as the one yesterday. Nor as that day when Nova heard the birds at earliest hours in her parent’s peach tree outside the window, Beethoven, Bert and Ernie’s blues-esque duckling song, Singing Bowls, “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised,” and Stockhausen, and Nine Inch Nails (simultaneously, all at once, and, or not) for the first time. For the first time even if it were a second serving.

“You remember that good morning?” She’d ask. Just as that day Nova crashed her father’s computer or burned out a cpu for the first time. “Literally, a flame! Hell-oooo!” with or without pitch-increasing vocalization.

They, that’s not Beethoven, and rather the family, the neighbors, the baker, or the neigh-sayer on the corner, might notice they might not. It is not her point. “Innovation is relational,” she knew, and yet: “not necessarily proclaimed, announced, published or yelled from the top of the public roof.”

For Nova, innovation is learning and note-taking in highest gears. It’s upbeat, downbeat, sideways or critically syncopated. It is minute. And it’s grand. It’s plural. Always plural. It’s sub, con, pre, peri, post and hypertext. Innovation is not only plug ’n’ play gadgets for Nova. And yet, those she imagines, recycles, invents, improves, hacks, mods, jugaads, shanzhais, scampers, with that first innovation at the core of her early mornings.

“I love innovation, as I love that first kiss offered to me; renewal when meant,” she claimed.




—animasuri’24

“There!” whispered Bruce,
“quietly look, look carefully across the tokens,”
moving aside the layers, upon layers of inexplicable densities

with his encoded hand and encrypted rolled up sleeves,
“there: ontological independence,
pure, unadulterated, ontological independence”

The words strung together probabilistically
In a copiousness of false pears being apples,
comparably to oranges being squared

Looking at them
alters their states
Gazing glazes over their skin

in a moment of systemic synthetic falseness
as close-knitted grapes with a wasp in between them,
waiting for you to gulp and be stung with its citric authority

in blinding hypnosis of a sultan’s garden
or that Eden with a snake delirious and his fixating stare
in eidetic optimism and heaped hope for you to take a bite:

“Own up to it, human,
bite me or be data bitten,
either way, median human:

own it, or be owned”




—animasuri’24




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Triggers

Biddle, S. (2024, January 12). OpenAI Quietly Deletes Ban on Using ChatGPT for “Military and Warfare”. The Pentagon has its eye on the leading AI company, which this week softened its ban on military use. Online: The Intercept. Last retrieved January 14, 2024 from https://lnkd.in/gaAHefxz

Liverpool, L. (2021, March 29). Artificial life made in lab can grow and divide like natural bacteria. New Scientist. https://lnkd.in/gXwXqgwu

Radauskas, G. (2024, January 12). In a landmark first, the FTC bans US data broker from selling location data. Last retrieved January 14, 2024 from https://lnkd.in/gtkjEV3k Thank you @Donna M. with https://lnkd.in/g2NNXxbs and Pete Dietert for guiding attention.

Suchman, L. (2023). The uncontroversial ‘thingness’ of AI. Big Data & Society, 10(2). https://lnkd.in/gKBtpNrY

Thomas, S. L., Nafus, D., & Sherman, J. (2018). Algorithms as fetish: Faith and possibility in algorithmic work. Big Data & Society, 5(1). https://lnkd.in/gZ866-mr

Examine a book.

is it hypertext,
wrapped around ascii,
bypassing Xanadu stitching?

is it a stone in the great large language wall
as the grandson Kubla Khan of
de-commissioned and fragmented letters?

My father

a minor antique book collector
a printer by abandoned trade

he never stuck his nose,
not where it should
not where it shouldn’t

he did stick his nose
on the binding
among the pages of ink and parchment
and 21 years old weathered Glenfiddich
finger-tips and paper-cuts

I drink

green tea without tea
watering down experiences
with a pdf I dowloaded
and whether’t needs OCR

As a vision

in an intimate dream,
needing cardiopulmonary resuscitation,
something smells off,

we missed a beat
book, oh savage place!
oh savagely unbounded,

networked beast.



—animasuri’24



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triggers

Adam Jasper, & Jorge Otero-Pailos. (2016). Editors’ Introduction: Smell and Preservation. Future Anterior: Journal of Historic Preservation, History, Theory, and Criticism, 13(2), iii–viii. https://lnkd.in/gpbuRvVH

Bembibre, C., Strlič, M. (2017). Smell of heritage: a framework for the identification, analysis and archival of historic odours. Herit Sci 5, 2. https://lnkd.in/g_tRuqvN

Cooper, S. L. (2015). Vaporware: Software of the Imagination. CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform. https://lnkd.in/gpVNZTJB

Prentice, R.A., Langmore, J. H.(1994). Beware of Vaporware: Product Hype and the Securities Fraud Liability of High-tech Companies. IN: Harvard Journal of Law & Technology. Volume 8, Number 1 Fall 1994. https://lnkd.in/gvhfwq_T

Purdy, Mark., Klymenko, Max., Purdy, Mia. (2021, May 03). Business Scents: The Rise of Digital Olfaction. Online: MITSloan Business Review. https://lnkd.in/gAY3vPWN

Uyeno, G. (2023, Sep). This Neural Net Maps Molecules to Aromas. Sights and sounds are easily digitized, but scents have eluded researchers until now. Online: IEEE Spectrum. https://lnkd.in/gq_A5f9e

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Bing Copilot. (2024 January). “…the smell of a pdf document on the topic of roses depends on what kind of roses are described in the document, and how they are presented. If the document has pictures of roses, you might imagine their smell based on their appearance and color. If the document has text about roses, you might learn more about their chemical composition and how they affect your senses. Either way, the smell of a pdf document on the topic of roses is likely to be pleasant and relaxing, just like the smell of a real rose. 🌹” ||. prompt trigger: “what is the smell of a pdf document on the topic of roses?”

“do you teach with epistemic care
or with a bricklayers’ balance of crushing
that ant irritating the road laid for us”

Afsana asked. Without asking.

“can you corroborate,
validate and make your skeptical objection
reliable, reproducable and falsifiable”

“could you offer a reasonable rationalization,
preferably using a formal logic form”

“can you add poetics, without being ex-communicated,
reforming the fringes into the mean median mode”

she continued in a calm, measured vocalization
while upholding a decorum.

Afsana was not loud. She was strong.

becoming of a queen bee
once leading a nation, once mighty,
once there was

there was no question mark
noticeable in her voice

intentionally absent
with intentionality throughout

some questions are statements
sharp as a laser
grafting the insides of a diamond

knowledge shall
no longer be the same
now that Afsana is here to stay.


—animasuri’24




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trigger

Høffding, S., Martiny, K., & Roepstorff, A. (2022). Can we trust the phenomenological interview? Metaphysical, epistemological, and methodological objections.
Phenomenology and the Cognitive Sciences, 21(1), 33–51. p. 34 https://lnkd.in/gBhtsVtM

My virtual country,
my beloved intangible soil
my pixelated princess of legume land
I promise to leave you
invalidated, unproven, uncorroborated

I once grew a poem there. Just for you.
while counting down illuminations
gazing blue light into a new yearn
unthread, unread, dopamined,
unhinged undone

multiplying as spherical Tribbles
impressing 4D amounts going null into 2D
As it hath been sundrie times publikly
pointless deflating to much adoe about nothing
zeroes did ones once what zero does

you dream
of watering your daffodil
in a planned Fata Morgana
of a Gobi dessert
with deserted gerbil acknowledgements

My virtual loved,
you show spots of digital ecocide
befitting the single Shirley Card
of style, hue and meaning less ness monsters

Who said you are not systemic
while keeping a straight face
of epistemological irresponsibility
Who said, nonsensically,
“aye capt’n, I need more milk;
much more milk’ll do d’ trick”?



—animasuri’24


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a trigger

Clifford, W. K. (1876). The Ethics Of Belief. IN: Stephen, L., Pollock, F. (Eds.). (2011) Lectures and Essays (pp. 177–211). chapter, Cambridge: Cambridge University Press. https://lnkd.in/gjM7ewns AND https://lnkd.in/gvcbEW5q AND https://lnkd.in/gu8MeJ2E

Selma imagined cyanide
in a chemist’s war-ready apothecarion
She accepted its existence.
There, it is.
There it is.

She even entertained
its good usage;
with moderation,
perhaps supervised, certified and stamped,
and always measured: of(f),…, course.

She realized, firmly and crispy,
not as that fancy fox with the slick scorpion,
nor that boy, village or wolf,
that acceptance, however feebly enchanted,
was not mutual.

Metaphysical Cyanide would have
its health, its job,
its sense of purpose, its relations
and perhaps
its architectured and shelved community

One touch, one embrace,
one too close an encounter
and Selma recognized her iteration
of selma-ness would be,
no more.
There, she isn’t.
There she is not.

Proverbial Cyanide,
the Great De-ontologizer
The Undoer of otherness
The Maker of a sinless world.

Selma,
-imagined,
without helmet,
walked on, walked-on.



—animasuri’24




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Some Triggers

1. Your imagination
2. My private, inside-voice meanderings
3. as ever, a wink.

Ben the robot
Ben is I
in another language

Ben and I
Ik ben mezelf,
ik ben Ben

Ben is thought
Ben is chemically conjugated to be
In another language

Robot Ben
Robot is slave via forced labor
in another language

Slave and I
Is Ben then enslaved
or am I the robot?

I transition, I transgress,
therefor(e) I am,
(e)’n ik ben opnieuw.



—animasuri’24


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Some Triggers:

Asimov, I. (2016). Ben, Robot. Istanbul: İthaki Yayınları
Čapek, K. (1920). Rossumovi Univerzální Roboti. Praha: Vydalo Aventinum. https://lnkd.in/gC2vNmTf
Descartes, R.(1637). Discours de la Méthode Pour bien conduire sa raison, et chercher la vérité dans les sciences. Leyde: De l’imprimerie de Ian Maire. https://lnkd.in/g7_xeSqz
Lee, J. W. (2021). The Politics of Translingualism. After Englishes. Routledge Studies in Sociolinguistics. London: Routledge. https://lnkd.in/g8W-GnXC
Rodin, A. (1880). Le Poète aka Le Penseur. Paris
Yates, K. (2023, Dec 31). The Problem of Thinking in Straight Lines. Online: BBC Future, hashtag#Mathematics, BBC. https://lnkd.in/g_Spv6jU Thank you, Dr. WSA.
2024. (2024, January). New Year.

Grace attempted and explored,
in search of that prime number
that would visualize a pattern

of a hammer. “This hammer
will crush your thumb.
Whenever you give it a chance!”

she euphorized and hopped her black
charcoal cored and yellow
lacquer coated wooden
pencil across
the wood pulped brown
toned craft paper of her notebook.

What is the verb
for the sound
of the snapping
chiseled carbon
tip called?

Outside forbidden
fireworks
no longer colorfully
smudged
the new year
already set in.



—animasuri’23-‘24





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trigger:

a spider in a left shoe under the bed in a room emptier than nothingness.