Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Moe, Curly, and Alonzo Church
Ah, linear time
the Clementine
the fine
dine
on
Every day;once a week;
once a fortnight; once a quarter;
whenever necessary; and it always IS
Fear makes thought impossible
eventually
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Language lays like a gauze
on bodies torn to bits...
of responsibility;
warns the ready
with its hollow snare
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Thought, beautiful thought
light of the soul;
to untangle the lies
to see what is there
to feel it with
mind
It is the blue-bird at the top of a tree
it is the snowtop
it is the liberator
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
What you see is what you get!
From Harvey Krumpet in four dimensions
FAKT # cis pi/4
If you test for particles, you get particles.
If you test for waves, you get waves.
(corollary - people who don't answer surveys, don't show up in survey results....)
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From Dr. Doolittle's Terrible Secret (a fictitious book)
"How many dimensions do you think you have?". Dr. Doolittle was waiting for the badger to answer, when the horse said: "Three". The pigs nodded as though elevated by the erudition of one of their students. All of the animals began to recite facts about volumes, and areas, and mass, and coordinate systems, and such. The Owl, quite pleased with himself took the arrow from the weather vain and illustrated vectors in space by flying around with it in his talons; saying: "Now it's pointing this way and is this big", holding his great wings out just long enough to show the magnitude. The animal academy was simply percolating with rational certainty. Doolittle held his hand up and waited for them to recognize him. "How old are you?", he asked, and walked back to the house, not waiting for the answer and the blank stares. He dared not ask these same questions at the supper table.
FAKT # cis pi/4
If you test for particles, you get particles.
If you test for waves, you get waves.
(corollary - people who don't answer surveys, don't show up in survey results....)
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From Dr. Doolittle's Terrible Secret (a fictitious book)
"How many dimensions do you think you have?". Dr. Doolittle was waiting for the badger to answer, when the horse said: "Three". The pigs nodded as though elevated by the erudition of one of their students. All of the animals began to recite facts about volumes, and areas, and mass, and coordinate systems, and such. The Owl, quite pleased with himself took the arrow from the weather vain and illustrated vectors in space by flying around with it in his talons; saying: "Now it's pointing this way and is this big", holding his great wings out just long enough to show the magnitude. The animal academy was simply percolating with rational certainty. Doolittle held his hand up and waited for them to recognize him. "How old are you?", he asked, and walked back to the house, not waiting for the answer and the blank stares. He dared not ask these same questions at the supper table.
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An Attainable Freedom
What freedom can I seek
and show good faith seeking it?
I can live my life in earnest
as the work of art that contains
all other art
I can live my life as
a living poem
and being such take the scorn
It is not theirs, but their masters'
My temples throbbing
I am free to understand this
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If you like
Impostors contaminate the mind
they foster re-appearances
Trust broken by mankind is
taken to heart
little by little
person by person
We never forget the impostor
One by one, hands are withdrawn
and the ones that remain
are sure to be broken
are sure to be broken
Labels:
bores,
death,
dishonesty,
hypocrisy,
ignorance,
narrow mindedness,
pseudo-understanding
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
When will we all be artists?
If the Arrow and the Target Never Meet
If the arrow
and the target
never meet,
the rocks will not be
turned to sand
leaves will not turn red
and paste themselves to wet
sidewalks
If the eye is not caught
things will not be repaired
justice will mean nothing
children will go hungry
hints will become dark irony
If the tiniest beam of light is ignored
all things will end
hollow talk, cruelty, and hypocrisy are
all that will remain
WHen will we all be artists?
Category Theory is sometimes called the topic that studies the social life of objects. So what's the deal with this neighborhood and its surrounding links? (I know it's a social network question, but what is this?)
Calvino, Beethoven, Scriabin, Chagall, Chekov, Dostoevsky, Zuse, Turing, Minsky, Markov, Turgenev, Tolstoy, Godel, Kipling, Gide, Rothko, Escher, Coltrane, Miles, Monk, Dolphy, Mingus, Parker, Lester, Tatum, Melville, Cummings, Heather McHugh, Solomonov et al, Queueing Theory, Stochastic Processes, Dynamic Systems Theory, General Systems Theory, the Polish brothers, Kubrick, Wem Wenders, Werner Herzog, Bukowski, Pynchon, Gide, Ravel, Zen, Bill Evans, Jarret, McCoy, Pharoah Sanders, Complexity Theory, life as art, life as art.
If the arrow
and the target
never meet,
the rocks will not be
turned to sand
leaves will not turn red
and paste themselves to wet
sidewalks
If the eye is not caught
things will not be repaired
justice will mean nothing
children will go hungry
hints will become dark irony
If the tiniest beam of light is ignored
all things will end
hollow talk, cruelty, and hypocrisy are
all that will remain
WHen will we all be artists?
Category Theory is sometimes called the topic that studies the social life of objects. So what's the deal with this neighborhood and its surrounding links? (I know it's a social network question, but what is this?)
Calvino, Beethoven, Scriabin, Chagall, Chekov, Dostoevsky, Zuse, Turing, Minsky, Markov, Turgenev, Tolstoy, Godel, Kipling, Gide, Rothko, Escher, Coltrane, Miles, Monk, Dolphy, Mingus, Parker, Lester, Tatum, Melville, Cummings, Heather McHugh, Solomonov et al, Queueing Theory, Stochastic Processes, Dynamic Systems Theory, General Systems Theory, the Polish brothers, Kubrick, Wem Wenders, Werner Herzog, Bukowski, Pynchon, Gide, Ravel, Zen, Bill Evans, Jarret, McCoy, Pharoah Sanders, Complexity Theory, life as art, life as art.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Beautiful Pain
...and when they saw us;
saw how we lived; they called it
beautiful pain
Breathing
Breathing....
I see butterfly
orchid
thistle
superposed
Breathing....
I see ice crystals
White flowers
I see sidewalk
rolling under foot
like waves
Breathing....
I see faces
I hear voices
and feel more
than I know what to
do with
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Here's a little improvised piece called Butterfly-Orchid-Thistle Superposition #2
http://www.archive.org/details/Butterfly-orchid-thistleSuperposition2
saw how we lived; they called it
beautiful pain
Breathing
Breathing....
I see butterfly
orchid
thistle
superposed
Breathing....
I see ice crystals
White flowers
I see sidewalk
rolling under foot
like waves
Breathing....
I see faces
I hear voices
and feel more
than I know what to
do with
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Here's a little improvised piece called Butterfly-Orchid-Thistle Superposition #2
http://www.archive.org/details/Butterfly-orchid-thistleSuperposition2
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