Feb 2017
studying the a.i. concept of / via the internet...
i talked to siri once... she didn't reply,
instead she sent a message to all these people
that only said: slow down...
yeah, messaged her... she wasn't the blonde
turned super-redhead i was led to imagine,
but at least she reacted in an unexpected way...
siri? oh, that microsoft a.i. project?
i play word games, not world of warcraft...
luckily we can be said to be architect of some kind,
or at least that's how keep a sane head when using
the internet... or simply bypassing all major
outlets that encourage certain messaging services,
like the telephone, the media... the pope...
i'll write my little ******* verse
for someone who doesn't implement
censors... not unless it's wattpad, that has
a genius code that doesn't allow you to ctrl + c
and then ctrl + p...
that's probably the only good thing about
that website...
if all website had the secret to not allowing
a ctrl + c, that would really be basis for
intellectual property, and what's otherwise the basis
for jurisprudence in the ultra-modern era...
the fact that most websites don't use
a sentence of code that implements a ban on
ctrl + c says a lot... i mean: a grand canyon's worth
of meaning about theft and plagiarism and what not...
yeah, but you see... given the + of wattpad,
it's hard to understand why someone, a really ******
poet can complain to the authority of the website
for having a conversation with them
on the basis that you simply do the 20th century thing
of a hotmail chat room within the frame of
the acronym a.s.l. -
but merely concentrating on the l -
so you... well, imagine where they're writing from...
i suppose there wouldn't be a problem asking
them if they have pets...
yet how this thing behaves on a musical level...
you start listening to a macbeth soundtrack,
you switch to listening to the exmachina sountrack, <-- p.s. ref.
and you want to listen to a particular song, to unnecessary
in this case: #6 - italics
so a bit like writing a symphony and calling thus
it: in #A or... that's A-major, isn't it?
and to the sound of wasps' in a flurry...
it's about how the algorithm behaves when you
take that one song out from a link to the entire
sountrack, and what other suggestions come along,
the immediate sense of archeology of past choices /
preferences... e.g. robert plant's darkness darkness...
hedningarna's räven, ghost b.c.'s year zero...
the only thing that's artificial is the fact that someone
smart enough to code wrote the program,
on the basis that i didn't have the capacity to write it
in order to not muse about it's behaviour...
i have keep making these repetitive interactions with
the internet, it's this thing completely devoid of
any sublayers this world might have -
well... if we didn't have internet banking i'd
clearly say: life on the internet, and real life...
there's bound to be a " " in that sentence,
i'm just not sure where to put it...
i stopped believing there was a distinction,
given how huge the human population is
and the needs to travel... for what? coffee and cookies?
for those of us who still remember life in the 20th
century...
what was i, in 2000? 14?
i was a kid back then, and i'm sure people much
older than me think fondly of it...
there was so many things to touch, to feel,
to smell...
i don't have this classical 20th century
or beginning with nietzsche *nostalgia*
for ancient greece... my nostalgia is subtle because
it revolves around an organic structure of
my own memory, nostalgia for ancient greece
is quiet frankly, *inorganic*, that gets passed down
via philosophy books... my nostalgia is for the
end of the 20th century... not so much being a child
or anything as crass as that...
but that there was this fluidity in the world....
hanging out with people in car parks,
going to the high street...
agoraphobia took over from that...
and that's the best thing the greeks ever gave us:
a list of phobias...
but then why would i be right about that?
given that polite society doesn't engage with
dialectics... with **** schizoi A bashing this opinion
and **** schizoi B blasting that opinion...
recent videos i watched? a funny compilation...
i have to admit that *sia's* early output is
staggering... she's like this matured version of
*katy b*...
can you imagine that some of us coming
from the 20th century had the sole ambition
to work in a music shop?
oh look.... that's flushed down the toilet...
god... i hate sarcasm, it's such a dry comedy,
i might as well walk into a desert and pretend i'm
a cactus.
oh right... youtube videos...
that rare combination of
*the amazing atheist* and transgender dating and
if that's bigotry...
i already stated the "video" i'm watching now
exmachina #6... no, nothing robotic imagining the music...
more like wasps... or termites... evidently something
sinister... but then again gradual,
nothing like an avalanche... and there is a part
of me that would like to usher in some purposive
imagery... but then i'm being fed imagery
and i'm trying to refine what it could be by that track...
oh right... and the last video...
this is such a francis bacon moment, how he
found beauty in violence...
me... i'm more into seeing a brotherhood of some sort,
something that can be shared, moulded,
something elemental, and vaguely orientated
around western values of free speech...
anything but a vague humanity,
this constant need to individualise...
to speak about things where the only taboo left
standing is violence...
there are age restrictions, of course (oddly
enough, missing in galleries...
but you know: if you ever masturbated over
an Agnolo Bronzino painting... you might talk
something as refined as the link i'm about to post)...
youtube - Russian streetfights
Russians VS Muslims...
what's amazing is this sense of togetherness....
i can't call it anything but baconesque
after watching the david jacoby adaptation of
the artist's life and work (daniel craig being the muse
and tragic suicide)... it's almost as soothing as sitting
on a beach and watching the sea...
being an only child
gives me this precursor of opinion... to think of a large
family, moving synchro like a wave.....
it is the sea, truly... it swells and absorbs
the earth, teasing, gently nibbling
on it...
well... at least that's how i use the internet;
and so much more gratifying is the case
where i make the conscious effort that
is in equilibirum to the made effort,
rather than just a passive care for
number, and a video; unless of course i'm fooling myself
on that *** note...
to finally see violence as the last standing taboo
and all others so openly disclosed.
p.s. what's with this website's * / _ ?
i talked to siri once... she didn't reply,
instead she sent a message to all these people
that only said: slow down...
yeah, messaged her... she wasn't the blonde
turned super-redhead i was led to imagine,
but at least she reacted in an unexpected way...
siri? oh, that microsoft a.i. project?
i play word games, not world of warcraft...
luckily we can be said to be architect of some kind,
or at least that's how keep a sane head when using
the internet... or simply bypassing all major
outlets that encourage certain messaging services,
like the telephone, the media... the pope...
i'll write my little ******* verse
for someone who doesn't implement
censors... not unless it's wattpad, that has
a genius code that doesn't allow you to ctrl + c
and then ctrl + p...
that's probably the only good thing about
that website...
if all website had the secret to not allowing
a ctrl + c, that would really be basis for
intellectual property, and what's otherwise the basis
for jurisprudence in the ultra-modern era...
the fact that most websites don't use
a sentence of code that implements a ban on
ctrl + c says a lot... i mean: a grand canyon's worth
of meaning about theft and plagiarism and what not...
yeah, but you see... given the + of wattpad,
it's hard to understand why someone, a really ******
poet can complain to the authority of the website
for having a conversation with them
on the basis that you simply do the 20th century thing
of a hotmail chat room within the frame of
the acronym a.s.l. -
but merely concentrating on the l -
so you... well, imagine where they're writing from...
i suppose there wouldn't be a problem asking
them if they have pets...
yet how this thing behaves on a musical level...
you start listening to a macbeth soundtrack,
you switch to listening to the exmachina sountrack, <-- p.s. ref.
and you want to listen to a particular song, to unnecessary
in this case: #6 - italics
so a bit like writing a symphony and calling thus
it: in #A or... that's A-major, isn't it?
and to the sound of wasps' in a flurry...
it's about how the algorithm behaves when you
take that one song out from a link to the entire
sountrack, and what other suggestions come along,
the immediate sense of archeology of past choices /
preferences... e.g. robert plant's darkness darkness...
hedningarna's räven, ghost b.c.'s year zero...
the only thing that's artificial is the fact that someone
smart enough to code wrote the program,
on the basis that i didn't have the capacity to write it
in order to not muse about it's behaviour...
i have keep making these repetitive interactions with
the internet, it's this thing completely devoid of
any sublayers this world might have -
well... if we didn't have internet banking i'd
clearly say: life on the internet, and real life...
there's bound to be a " " in that sentence,
i'm just not sure where to put it...
i stopped believing there was a distinction,
given how huge the human population is
and the needs to travel... for what? coffee and cookies?
for those of us who still remember life in the 20th
century...
what was i, in 2000? 14?
i was a kid back then, and i'm sure people much
older than me think fondly of it...
there was so many things to touch, to feel,
to smell...
i don't have this classical 20th century
or beginning with nietzsche *nostalgia*
for ancient greece... my nostalgia is subtle because
it revolves around an organic structure of
my own memory, nostalgia for ancient greece
is quiet frankly, *inorganic*, that gets passed down
via philosophy books... my nostalgia is for the
end of the 20th century... not so much being a child
or anything as crass as that...
but that there was this fluidity in the world....
hanging out with people in car parks,
going to the high street...
agoraphobia took over from that...
and that's the best thing the greeks ever gave us:
a list of phobias...
but then why would i be right about that?
given that polite society doesn't engage with
dialectics... with **** schizoi A bashing this opinion
and **** schizoi B blasting that opinion...
recent videos i watched? a funny compilation...
i have to admit that *sia's* early output is
staggering... she's like this matured version of
*katy b*...
can you imagine that some of us coming
from the 20th century had the sole ambition
to work in a music shop?
oh look.... that's flushed down the toilet...
god... i hate sarcasm, it's such a dry comedy,
i might as well walk into a desert and pretend i'm
a cactus.
oh right... youtube videos...
that rare combination of
*the amazing atheist* and transgender dating and
if that's bigotry...
i already stated the "video" i'm watching now
exmachina #6... no, nothing robotic imagining the music...
more like wasps... or termites... evidently something
sinister... but then again gradual,
nothing like an avalanche... and there is a part
of me that would like to usher in some purposive
imagery... but then i'm being fed imagery
and i'm trying to refine what it could be by that track...
oh right... and the last video...
this is such a francis bacon moment, how he
found beauty in violence...
me... i'm more into seeing a brotherhood of some sort,
something that can be shared, moulded,
something elemental, and vaguely orientated
around western values of free speech...
anything but a vague humanity,
this constant need to individualise...
to speak about things where the only taboo left
standing is violence...
there are age restrictions, of course (oddly
enough, missing in galleries...
but you know: if you ever masturbated over
an Agnolo Bronzino painting... you might talk
something as refined as the link i'm about to post)...
youtube - Russian streetfights
Russians VS Muslims...
what's amazing is this sense of togetherness....
i can't call it anything but baconesque
after watching the david jacoby adaptation of
the artist's life and work (daniel craig being the muse
and tragic suicide)... it's almost as soothing as sitting
on a beach and watching the sea...
being an only child
gives me this precursor of opinion... to think of a large
family, moving synchro like a wave.....
it is the sea, truly... it swells and absorbs
the earth, teasing, gently nibbling
on it...
well... at least that's how i use the internet;
and so much more gratifying is the case
where i make the conscious effort that
is in equilibirum to the made effort,
rather than just a passive care for
number, and a video; unless of course i'm fooling myself
on that *** note...
to finally see violence as the last standing taboo
and all others so openly disclosed.
p.s. what's with this website's * / _ ?
