Now you see what I did there, in the omission, the bit you can't see. The last two poems may appear contradictory, or hazy at least, as if searching. This is impressionism painted in words that should not be read in three dimensions alone. I wrote them in the other order, another direction. The brushstroke can be a sleight of mind. I say I, when I know there are no individuals, and there is no writing. We put an impression of a paradox in there. REJ regrets he is unable to correct everyone. He uses 1st and 3rd person, but is neither. Translation is delegated by necessity, perfection unreadable.
There are two forms of writing - plagiarism that is noticed, and plagiarism that isn't. A word is a bucket, it contains many meanings, none objective, each a currency. Each synonym therein is itself a composition, supposedly wedded to one meaning, yet we may hear the echo of many mistresses. Each word before and after changes this again. Pictures are closer, more direct. Music is the larger canvas, permitting chords.
Thursday 26 January 2012
Pome for the day
Magic, magic beating bag,
Thread of starshine,
Stitch of spacetime,
Bag for life, bag for death,
Inbetween the thought of breath
Shines as droplets on the web,
Glistens frozen time so captured
Raptured once, then wove again,
All is one but now and then.
Thread of starshine,
Stitch of spacetime,
Bag for life, bag for death,
Inbetween the thought of breath
Shines as droplets on the web,
Glistens frozen time so captured
Raptured once, then wove again,
All is one but now and then.
Tuesday 24 January 2012
The Time Serpent
Mr E he had a thought
A compound lie to get to nought
And that's because we all believe
The answers that our thoughts conceive
He thought there was no flow of time
He thought it later, but that's fine
For locally so it would look
To set the pages in the book
Now if you try to watch a clock
Within it then your time I mock
Before his time he decohered
And then the problem disappeared
Perhaps he didn't want to go
Perhaps he couldn't see it so
Perhaps he found it all too queer
If not dead true then gosub fear
A compound lie to get to nought
And that's because we all believe
The answers that our thoughts conceive
He thought there was no flow of time
He thought it later, but that's fine
For locally so it would look
To set the pages in the book
Now if you try to watch a clock
Within it then your time I mock
Before his time he decohered
And then the problem disappeared
Perhaps he didn't want to go
Perhaps he couldn't see it so
Perhaps he found it all too queer
If not dead true then gosub fear
Wednesday 18 January 2012
The strange case of Dr.Bendi and the something else. Part the IVth perhaps.
REJ:- Indeed. Wel, it's a blwyddyn newydd and no mistake. The Sun has gone around the Earth once more, the Earth has risen and fallen towards the snow, the electric atmosphere is in the meter, and the Swans are in the Premiership -
Sioned:- What sort of a shit intro is that? For a start the Earth -
REJ:- It looked the same -
Sioned:- You haven't looked at f all on Earth since I bought you that -
REJ:- ...And as I gaze, in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds thy hands hath *Ooof!*
Sioned:- Six inch refractor my arse *slam!*
REJ:- Hmmm...wrong move order perhaps. Anyway I was thinking - on the way back from the Llew Coch to the Llew Ddu neithiwr, that there wasn't half an awesome wonder lot of dots in the sky. I counted 12, but Dai Penweddig swore he counted 16. At least he swore 16 times. He did. Yes. Er - was that a whoop I heard? -
Dr.B:- No.
REJ:- Good. I thought for a moment -
Dr.B:- It was 2 moments actually, really ten. 7 non-thought and 3 thought later. The -
REJ:- And just past the Lamb & Flag, by the bottle recycling - clear not green or mixed - I
Dr.B:- Or brown -
REJ:- Yes, or not brown either, I saw a shooting star and immediately thought of Simon Cowell -
Dr.B:- Not immediately -
REJ:- Aha! I see how you did it this time! How you snuck in without me noticing. It was inbetween notices -
Dr.B:- Whoop! Whoop! You're later compositions until you decompose and can't get any laters yous illuded by persistence of envisions driven by entropy geared through hierarchical homeostatis and extrinsic filtered inputs. Conscious transfers across physical platforms continually as cells die in the brain. You are many times new you -
REJ:- And.... he's off.
Dr.B:- This means we can engineer later subjective reality and -
REJ:- And I can eat a pastie. Look fuck off with your conscious trivia. I can't see how -
Dr.B:- You can't see through yourself -
REJ:- You can't look after yourself -
Dr.B:- Lets look after each other -
REJ:- I'm fairtrade I'm afraid -
Dr.B:- So am I. We are the plucky ones -
REJ:- I don't see dead people -
Dr.B:- Correct! It is irrelevant. That's why I mentioned it. Science can be done unconsciously and always has been, between every thought. The foundational epistemology is logic = true. You can't prove it isn't! The rest is extrapolation or invalid. Paraconsistent logic is invalid. Invalid I say! -
REJ:- I heard you later. Why are you stuck to the wall btw? -
Dr.B:- I think it's the static -
REJ:- What's static? -
Dr.B:- I am. So is the world, but the scenery is moving at the speed of light. The speed of light is not the speed of light. The points of reference are -
REJ:- I bet if I didn't interrupt you, we'd see how much you really know -
Dr.B:- Touche Turtle away! You can't resist it! Besides I am a Dr. Fermi Who alien from the previous future elsewhere, and I know everything. I'm going to tell you -
REJ:- You're sufficiently advanced as to be indistinguishable from tragic -
Dr.B:- Wrong! I'm not going to tell you that. Where are you going? -
REJ:- I thought I could just read it later later. I hate these ones live -
Dr.B:- You want to try being me. There's a picture hook scratching a mole on my back. Whoop! etc. Peep! perhaps.
REJ:- I'll get you a swannee whistle, mother Clanger -
Dr.B:- Little clanger to mothership! Come in mothership! Remote scanning device malfunctioning! I'm going in! Local percept electromag fullbeam and zigzag motion! Transgalactic Nav disabled! To the isolated agrarian! Anus estimation was incorrect! Repeat incorrect! We're going to need a bigger probe!
*Swannee!*
REJ:- ffs.
Dr.B:- I've landed on the crown of the tree of knowledge.
REJ:- *tiptoe! Sneak!*
Dr.B:- You want sound effects for that. Anyway I've landed on the crown of the tree of knowledge -
REJ:- No, you've just knocked the vase over -
Dr.B:- I must insist I have landed on the crown of the tree of knowledge! -
REJ:- Whatever you say. Just get it over with. Wtf are you laternow doing up there? -
Dr.B:- I'm a glitter ball! Glitter in my head! Heads in bits! Download! *Oooof!* Now there I was an apple -
REJ:- Wel, you can explain the mess to Sioned. And don't plant those empty bottles this time -
Dr.B:- Now Prune!!! Prune like you've never pruned before! -
REJ:- I haven't -
Dr.B:- Prune the twigs! Prune the tree! The maps are not the territory! -
REJ:- Worst rhyme ever -
Dr.B:- Now you can't start at the top until it's grown. And if you're on a twig you can't see the tree.
REJ:- I'll lop off media studies then - *lop!*
Dr.B:- Down we go! Down the trunk! BioChemPhys sums debunk! -
REJ:- The maths is not the territory! -
Dr.B:- That's it! Join in. Now what was it? Was logic the seed, and the branches equations? -
REJ:- I think psychosis was the seed, and -
Dr.B:- No! It wasn't that! *Peep! Whoop! Swannee!* Down the empirical miracle tree! The roots are invalid just like you and me! -
REJ:- Here, have a bed.
Dr.B:- Thanks. Yes bed. Seedbed. Yes. You end up with minimum 2 roots that can't be intwined into 1. Do not make up more roots. No. They'll all be invalid however long. Thirst! Thirst for knowledge! The thirst remains strong! Strong but wrong, diddly dong! 99.9diddly9% right, is wrong!. x2.
REJ:- *click!* Ah, Prof Cox is on. Again. Duw!, that's a big telescope. Mine's tiny next to his. I wonder how far his can see outside? Sioned says size doesn't matter when it comes to Cox. I suppose it is subjective after all.
Sioned:- What sort of a shit intro is that? For a start the Earth -
REJ:- It looked the same -
Sioned:- You haven't looked at f all on Earth since I bought you that -
REJ:- ...And as I gaze, in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds thy hands hath *Ooof!*
Sioned:- Six inch refractor my arse *slam!*
REJ:- Hmmm...wrong move order perhaps. Anyway I was thinking - on the way back from the Llew Coch to the Llew Ddu neithiwr, that there wasn't half an awesome wonder lot of dots in the sky. I counted 12, but Dai Penweddig swore he counted 16. At least he swore 16 times. He did. Yes. Er - was that a whoop I heard? -
Dr.B:- No.
REJ:- Good. I thought for a moment -
Dr.B:- It was 2 moments actually, really ten. 7 non-thought and 3 thought later. The -
REJ:- And just past the Lamb & Flag, by the bottle recycling - clear not green or mixed - I
Dr.B:- Or brown -
REJ:- Yes, or not brown either, I saw a shooting star and immediately thought of Simon Cowell -
Dr.B:- Not immediately -
REJ:- Aha! I see how you did it this time! How you snuck in without me noticing. It was inbetween notices -
Dr.B:- Whoop! Whoop! You're later compositions until you decompose and can't get any laters yous illuded by persistence of envisions driven by entropy geared through hierarchical homeostatis and extrinsic filtered inputs. Conscious transfers across physical platforms continually as cells die in the brain. You are many times new you -
REJ:- And.... he's off.
Dr.B:- This means we can engineer later subjective reality and -
REJ:- And I can eat a pastie. Look fuck off with your conscious trivia. I can't see how -
Dr.B:- You can't see through yourself -
REJ:- You can't look after yourself -
Dr.B:- Lets look after each other -
REJ:- I'm fairtrade I'm afraid -
Dr.B:- So am I. We are the plucky ones -
REJ:- I don't see dead people -
Dr.B:- Correct! It is irrelevant. That's why I mentioned it. Science can be done unconsciously and always has been, between every thought. The foundational epistemology is logic = true. You can't prove it isn't! The rest is extrapolation or invalid. Paraconsistent logic is invalid. Invalid I say! -
REJ:- I heard you later. Why are you stuck to the wall btw? -
Dr.B:- I think it's the static -
REJ:- What's static? -
Dr.B:- I am. So is the world, but the scenery is moving at the speed of light. The speed of light is not the speed of light. The points of reference are -
REJ:- I bet if I didn't interrupt you, we'd see how much you really know -
Dr.B:- Touche Turtle away! You can't resist it! Besides I am a Dr. Fermi Who alien from the previous future elsewhere, and I know everything. I'm going to tell you -
REJ:- You're sufficiently advanced as to be indistinguishable from tragic -
Dr.B:- Wrong! I'm not going to tell you that. Where are you going? -
REJ:- I thought I could just read it later later. I hate these ones live -
Dr.B:- You want to try being me. There's a picture hook scratching a mole on my back. Whoop! etc. Peep! perhaps.
REJ:- I'll get you a swannee whistle, mother Clanger -
Dr.B:- Little clanger to mothership! Come in mothership! Remote scanning device malfunctioning! I'm going in! Local percept electromag fullbeam and zigzag motion! Transgalactic Nav disabled! To the isolated agrarian! Anus estimation was incorrect! Repeat incorrect! We're going to need a bigger probe!
*Swannee!*
REJ:- ffs.
Dr.B:- I've landed on the crown of the tree of knowledge.
REJ:- *tiptoe! Sneak!*
Dr.B:- You want sound effects for that. Anyway I've landed on the crown of the tree of knowledge -
REJ:- No, you've just knocked the vase over -
Dr.B:- I must insist I have landed on the crown of the tree of knowledge! -
REJ:- Whatever you say. Just get it over with. Wtf are you laternow doing up there? -
Dr.B:- I'm a glitter ball! Glitter in my head! Heads in bits! Download! *Oooof!* Now there I was an apple -
REJ:- Wel, you can explain the mess to Sioned. And don't plant those empty bottles this time -
Dr.B:- Now Prune!!! Prune like you've never pruned before! -
REJ:- I haven't -
Dr.B:- Prune the twigs! Prune the tree! The maps are not the territory! -
REJ:- Worst rhyme ever -
Dr.B:- Now you can't start at the top until it's grown. And if you're on a twig you can't see the tree.
REJ:- I'll lop off media studies then - *lop!*
Dr.B:- Down we go! Down the trunk! BioChemPhys sums debunk! -
REJ:- The maths is not the territory! -
Dr.B:- That's it! Join in. Now what was it? Was logic the seed, and the branches equations? -
REJ:- I think psychosis was the seed, and -
Dr.B:- No! It wasn't that! *Peep! Whoop! Swannee!* Down the empirical miracle tree! The roots are invalid just like you and me! -
REJ:- Here, have a bed.
Dr.B:- Thanks. Yes bed. Seedbed. Yes. You end up with minimum 2 roots that can't be intwined into 1. Do not make up more roots. No. They'll all be invalid however long. Thirst! Thirst for knowledge! The thirst remains strong! Strong but wrong, diddly dong! 99.9diddly9% right, is wrong!. x2.
REJ:- *click!* Ah, Prof Cox is on. Again. Duw!, that's a big telescope. Mine's tiny next to his. I wonder how far his can see outside? Sioned says size doesn't matter when it comes to Cox. I suppose it is subjective after all.
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