"outputs" poems
He is an exponential function.
Small rate of change at the beginning,
But he grows fast when he reaches a certain age.
I am a function of a straight line.
A big constant slope since the beginning,
But I also have a y-intercept way bigger than zero.
Let our age be the inputs,
And our maturity be the outputs.
At year zero,
We didn’t know each other.
We didn’t know we would cross each other one day.
We have been working so hard.
We have been living in different countries.
We were like two parallel lines,
Which would never meet each other.
But at year 20 for me,
And at year 30 for him,
We finally crossed each other,
And we were smart enough to find our intersection.
We are still growing into different directions,
Because that probably will be our only intersection.
But we only need that one intersection,
Because we are all independent now.
We don’t need other people to input data anymore.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
Layout every human endeavor
In a rational grid,
As one would setting up an experimental ag station,
Keep careful data
on all the plot inputs and outputs
and I believe the data will
Indicate that well prepared soil,
Infused with the required nutrients,
The best pretested seed,
And optimal hydration
Will yield over time
Suboptimal performance.
Too many chiefs and not enough
serendipity.
(Hey, is that PC?)
Can you say that today?.
In an inevitable changing world
You need to preserve strange outliers.
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 2:24 AM UTC
Your aspect ratio’s wrong.
Stretching the truth
this long sows fertile ground
for artifacts, glitches,
quirks & bugs, worming
& squirming beneath pixel
shrugs. The worst kind
plump the frame to god-
awful proportions, bloating
bigger & bigger & bigger ‘til
vision’s engulfed.
Or the kind that squeeze
spaghetti confetti onto
our plates, drenched in
the Sauce of the Week
that “can’t be beat!”.
Your skewed parallax
attacks the facts at hand.
Recycle your *******
fax machine this second before
it grows smarter than
you. Yes, you—with the rolly
polly eyes & feint surprise—
quit pretending you’re dumb,
'cause you ain’t that numb
to the stings & pangs of change.
Your sloppy hacks produce
quantity @ the cost of quality
to benefit the greedy & satisfy
the needy, becoming seedy
to the logic of reason.
Correct your inputs to render
outputs worth tender & please
remember, it’s what’s within
the frame that’s important,
so get it right.
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 7:29 PM UTC
.
Some say the scientific method
Is the ultimate algorithm and others
Prefer prayer.
For symbolists, all intelligence can be reduced to manipulating symbols, in the same way that a mathematician solves equations by replacing expressions by other expressions. Symbolists understand that you can't learn from scratch: you need some initial knowledge to go with the data. They've figured out how to incorporate pre-existing knowledge into learning, and how to combine different pieces of knowledge on the fly in order to solve new problems. Their master algorithm is inverse deduction, which figures out what knowledge is missing in order to make a deduction go through, and then makes it as general as possible.
Tea
In its simplicity
Can sustain concentration
For connectionists, learning is what the brain does, and so what we need to do is reverse engineer it. The brain learns by adjusting the strengths of connections between neurons, and the crucial problem is figuring out which connections are to blame for which errors and changing them accordingly. The connectionists' master algorithm is back propagation, which compares a system's outputs with the desired one and then successively changes the connections in layer after layer of neurons so as to bring the output closer to what it should be.
Hungry and cold
A holy condition
A warrior's position
Evolutionaries believe that the mother of all learning is natural selection. If it made us, it can make anything, and all we need to do is simulate it on the computer. The key problem that evolutionaries solve is learning structure: not just adjusting parameters, like back propagation does, but creating the brain that these adjustments can then fine-tune. The evolutionaries' master algorithm is genetic programming, which mates and evolves computer programs in the same way that nature mates and evolves organisms.
Arithmetic
A good shit's the metric
Of a dying man
Bayesians are concerned above all with uncertainty. All learned knowledge is uncertain, and learning itself is a form of uncertain inference. The problem then becomes how to deal with noisy, incomplete, and even contradictory information without falling apart. The solution is probabilistic inference, and the master algorithm is Bayes' theorem and its derivatives. Bayes' theorem tell us how to incorporate new evidence into our beliefs, and probabilistic inference algorithms do that as efficiently as possible.
I can't believe
I won't live forever, therefore,
I invented an afterlife to supplement reincarnation
For analogizers, the key to learning is recognizing similarities between situations and thereby inferring other similarities. If two patients have similar symptoms, perhaps they have the same disease. The key problem is judging how similar two things are. The analogizers' master algorithm is the support vector machine, which figures out which experiences to remember and how to combine them to make new predictions.
Prepare for a powerful anesthesia
Chemical processes irresistible
A good and perfect rest
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
What is a world?
Inputs, outputs, slam it together
Break it apart and what is there?
We live in one dimension
A straightforward input
An all powerful output
We change what we want
That is our life
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
you walked in without a warning
into this beautiful artist's life;
although a lot from her was missing
still she continues to strive.
into her life you left a consequential mark,
since then she has never been in the dark.
the smiles and the feeling of blissfulness
came to her life as a vital witness.
she got moonstrucked by you,
from gray her skies became blue.
her art that embodies her psyche,
is now dedicated to that laddie.
every color in her painting
is a momentous thing;
they represent every felt emotion,
as she gave you her affection.
every line that was drew
was all dedicated to you;
those were just mere hand-shiftings
as to you is where she is drifting.
every outputs she has made
were feelings she has bade
as a symbol of romance,
just as her hands did the dance.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
Some choices out of interest
Makes unbelievable outputs
Yes, they do make us happy
Go forward with your work
Your work will lead you to victory
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
those easily falling asleep on aeroplanes
can be easily identified in their
literary outputs... encompassed
with citation akin to: life goes on,
and on, and on... they're so comfortable
and lazy, so quick-minded
with common sense and lack of soul...
reading them makes me uncomfortable,
sitting next to them not knowing
they write such verse makes me feel
like a slaughterhouse; i'm the butcher, apropos.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
stars burn effortlessly
while poets scrabble
plucking words like agates
from the mind’s pebbled shore
they have in common
the pleasure of those who bask
in simple outputs
of mysterious affairs
all we have in common
are kindred thoughts
sifted from every scrap we’ve read
as we seek ideas to explain us
adopt them, call them our own, tell others;
we're ripe and designed to spread
through an inky vector
or letters, anyway
if you do it well enough you get a piece of paper that says
you’re qualified
but one can partake au naturel
and still have a good time
this is my compliment to you:
i'll show you the worst of me
and you’ll feel perfect
in comparison
if i were a better friend, i’d practice
become a learned artist
to sing the best of you
barring that, i could cheat
you want to be a pebble,
i know the way
come down here
and i'll feed you something from my garden
it will probably make you sick
you'll use words like rustic or pastoral
when you mean shabby and feral
woozy from the earthiness of it all
you’ll be charmed into mistaking seduction
for enlightenment
a tragic folly
like warming oneself with spent nuclear fuel
but enough about my dissipation
let us laugh instead
a wink between old friends
that is nothing and everything
for this is my compliment to you:
remember you are devastating
even when an echo
is the only applause you hear
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 10:29 AM UTC
Unequal
When you divide the people
You divide the power
When the power is divided
The problem multiplies
This is the algebra of the situation
The situation that poisons water
The situation that pollutes air
The situation that kicks all of the jobs out of the neighborhood
The situation that kicks grandma out of her home
Then blames you
blames you For needing to drink the poison water
blames you For needing to breathe the polluted air
blames you For needing to work for money
blames you For needing to live to have a life
There is no Unknown in this equation
There is no Hidden variables
There is only a forced set of inputs
To create a predetermined set of outputs
We the people refuse
to be functions of this destructive equation
We the people refuse
to be canceled out in this demented calculation
We the people refuse
to be anything other than people
and we the people demand
what is due to all
that are people
that are human
that are of Earth.
© Christopher F. Brown 2016
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
not much of a story...
it's only half past 10, and it's a saturday...
but i have two litres of dark *** with me,
and a bottle of hoisin sauce...
shit's gonna get dangerous
down in the kitchen...
some pork is going to get slaughtered...
and if i get my hands on some
booker t. and the mg's?
and then fry some rice, and add some eggs?
you're going to be talking to marlon brando...
without the cotton-balls stuffed into his cheeks
to speak, like he spoke, when filming
the godfather...
could have smoked 20 packets
of marlboros... and you'd still get the huskies...
and the sledge... and a holiday in alaska...
never mind.
hoisin sauce though? that's the dog's ********
it goes down well with duck... chicken?
to bland... but i'm guessing will pork will go
down well with the sauce.
otherwise? z.z. top me...
i only learned yesterday,
what a boilermaker was...
apparently a shot of whiskey
followed by a beer...
nothing quiete like al pacino in
the 1971 film, the panic in needle park...
this is going to be a feast... i can feel it...
what do michelin star chefs eat when they get home?
some simple grub... probably egg on toast...
i hardly think they're spectacular in their
choice of edibles to replicate their restaurant outputs...
for them it's probably like:
if it ain't done in 15 minutes... i'm not eating it.
hoisin? yep, that's to replace the sweet chili sauce.
then there's the 2 litres of ***
well... i'm pretty sure one of the litres is for tomorrow.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
and they write confessional poems,
and they're scared
when it happens to be too authentic
and they never bother
personae poetry and a shamelessness
about it - as if imitating someone
and able to distance yourself
from the adequate metaphorical word
schizoid - the personae principle
of poetry - the poet disguised
within many people - and indeed
as poetry goes, the crude oiling not
represented by stiff-collar fictive
outputs of he said, she said, "quote",
and the out-of-body experiences -
but then, that wouldn't be poetry,
would it? what it would be would
be jane austen, or anna karenina.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
i sometimes think of myself, phoning the radio station classic fm and asking them to play christopher young's something to think about (https://goo.gl/kdMemw), just so i don't have to hear another piano concerto, in #a no. 552 (i have to admit, those composers were really lazy when it came to naming their sweaty outputs), or someone asking to be played something resembling classical music with the words: smooth, soothing... dirge like?
and where else would i wake up,
hearing several bird songs on the morn's
gloomy brow, if not here:
the wood pigeons coo coo suddenly
shortened to a quiver of tickled larynx,
or the crow's harsh phlegmatic croak,
or a magpie's modulated laughter
of the crow's croak,
or the blackbird's and the sparrow's chirping?
too early for the seagulls to make
entry into dry land about 30 miles
from the sea, but they do come,
and once a kestrel on my garden fence.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
When we focus only on the action
(what was done) and ignore the intention (unrevealed goal), we lose a lot of information.
There's more going on in the heart
than what is played out
The heart is deep, it's hard to fully know
what's going on inside it.
Good intentions sometimes lead to
destructive outputs
And evil plans sometimes end up blessing
the targeted.
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 9:27 AM UTC
To all the beautifully flawed people of the world I love you
As we all link in the shadows being free
To all the insane irrationals...sanity drains out humanity & kills off the creative factors
It slip, tricks & dips the mind into a rational spectrum of life
Coating the fragile factor in the worlds perception of sadistic statistical madness.... Imagery of perfection
Then We Begin
Scale up, Size Down, Fill Up & Bow Down.... Lost & for told I seek to find pleasure in broken things
To work on mingle & connect with
Intertwine minds & comfort the darkness
Find beauty in the pain of a madman
Play with the shadows that bring light to bitter days
2:10 haunts once again
Same friend strokes again
2:10 the minds worst nightmare
Or the worlds best daydream..... Madness of a man
Madness of a woman
Souls of the forbearance
Vindictive capsules of emotion
The body is to be cherished
Yet the mind to be played?
Manipulated & cast off
Iron chains lock away the future
As the past slithers away
Venomous passion for the life once lived
Driving factor of life branded on the brain
No judgment placed
No judgment shamed
Friendly comforts
Malevolent characteristics building the perfect visionary of a soul mate.
Building stronger chains to keep that futures fate destined
Feeding & satisfying the pasts hunger
Still no judgment placed
No judgment shamed
2:10 my dear friend
Why must we fear?
Happiness whispered ear to ear
While the madness kiss my mind & The World Shaded My Vision
Reprogrammed I see a new
Revolutionary outputs
Madness soon threw the key
Setting my future free
As my past slithered back inside of me roaming freely ..... 2:10 This is what you do to me
-KBELL
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
If I did not know the hollows of some minds
feathered in decorative vacuous trimmings
or
the narrowness within that runs like
lovingly tendered English garden paths
or
the shallowness ****** that rivals handsomely
the depth of a penny-farthing not even two
or
the stupefying superficiality of conjured lives
lacking rhythms and hues in sensibilities
or
the daggers drawn envy of little minds inadequacies
that pines writhes and slithers only to hide when faced
with proven talents and telling might
or
the shameless harriers adorned in the selves-loathing mange
of the fraidy-cats who in feral packs ****** ale-houses
and throw stones at the houses on the hills
or even
If I did not know the frustrated offsprings of broken couplings
and broken lives ablaze with angst and unloved in disappointments
lacking positive role-models in absentee maleness
or even
the social houses ferals itching for attention while bug-eyed on
substances brought next door from stolen gains
or even
the dregs and drabs with hopeless tomorrows from yesterdays
spent in pool rooms and the local bookies who played truants
in past learning dis-glories
or even that most are soap dodgers in obligatory tattered Levis
and pilfered trainers who cursed the groomed as poofs and posers
So if I did not know all this and more
I will understand the vernacular of lost minds and illiterates
and their outputs would engage my consciousness and thoughts
Alas as it is hate is not a language I speak
Envy and Jealousy are not avenues I live in or even visit
They rather sadly fear me
They say they are at war
just because I do not
do as them
Yes!
Fear make one do crazy things
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
AI that can write code, write stories, and generate outputs ranging from pretty pictures to product designs.
Sep 14, 2023
Sep 14, 2023 at 12:01 AM UTC