i know of Knausgård - sure, and i share this concerns for
the art of taking to lumber and chopping,
as novelists tend to do, write with an axe,
philosophise with a hammer...
metaphor turned into imagery
counter-turned into literalism...
i once imagined him not being there -
i once wrote ich kampf, stressing
that it was an indefinite expression
of expression, primarily due to the content
of the pronoun... and i was referring also
to the definite expression (much obliged,
atheism, a- without, and the- with,
or indefinite and definite articulation) -
the English eye sees one stance as definite,
and another as indefinite, and juxtaposes
the two interacting...
they duly interchange...
i can say ich kampf and say i internalise
verbs: a movement of the hand,
a strutting or a waltzing circumstance
of owning a body... that's what it's indefinite...
that's why Sartre slithered in counter to
his expanse in philosophy: because i really loved
his novels...
but in terms of a mein or
a mit (including me) struggle i find not
ease... no one dares to devalue ****** as a human,
not talking about the past history in purely human
terms urges the postscript of a dictator,
it actually elevates him to a godly status...
not realising the human is to make flaws
of what the en masse does: raises him to a godly status...
Zeus had a beard... not a Charlie Chaplin moustache...
right now he's laughing in his grave...
old Aldous ******...
and aren't dictators born because people find their
surnames a little bit funny? it starts so
innocently... and then it morphs...
and it becomes an unstoppable morphing...
yes... i know of a certain number of fellow
contemporaries... because i want to? no,
because i have to. like rewatching the 2015 film
android - some films you have to rewatch...
what's being debated? autism and artificial intelligence...
hyperactive autism, i grant you that...
it dawned on me... at autistic person could
fake a normal human response treating it as
artificial... artificial also means mimicked -
it means that "smart" guy at a bar reciting poetry
he hasn't written... artificial intelligence or the study of it
or even creating it has nothing original about it...
it's not groundbreaking in the same sense that
discovering champagne or penicillin is...
or l.s.d., because these examples have the magic of
being discovered by chance... humanity has been
artificially simulating intelligence since time
immemorial... it's that natural consequence of not being
endowed with a peacock's array of feathers
to create a soothing, and sickly gentle wind of a woman
resting in a hammock under the shade of a palm tree...
artificial intelligence was inherent in us...
it's the unravelling of the historical noumenon of man,
the per se that has only crept up on us,
and before the reality of such a foundation being
established... the humanities create the "prophetic"
citations of it being true: in the "near" / impeding future.
if god is a noumenon, then man cannot be a
phenomenon... but he is and paradoxically the two
of mutually compatible on a basis of exclusive rather than
an inclusive naturalisation...
we are talking nature:
we are talking god naturalised by the medium
suggesting: for i am bound to create obstacles and test
the body, rather than the mind of man...
as so is man, also naturalised by the medium
of the elements, saying: for i am bound by a body,
and have to utilise the body first, to overcome the wind
and the snow and the furthermore, until i reach
the labyrinth of the mind...
and man has done just that, he has bypassed the struggles
of the body, and created entertainment using
the body that once struggled against the elements...
for he has created the god Minotaur: and the psychic
labyrinthe... as with the Titans whom the gods
usurped, so too comes the twilight of the gods...
but being usurped by demigods...
Minotaur was a demigod... who usurped the gods
of the trinity that were Zeus, Poseidon and Hades...
for only the Greeks could create a Judaic bewilderment
as to why a sign was given unto an infant...
but that's getting technical...
the film, android (2015)? it supports the misconception,
the anguish of a highly functioning autism...
whereby showing a woman's carelessness in the realm
of adaptability with what some would claim to be
the beginning point of: overcoming the elements...
sure the odd tsunami and earthquake...
but there's also the tiger, and winter, and parasite,
and diseases of so many variations...
man has not been endowed with complete
control over his surrounding... but in becoming partially
overlord of the ones tamed, he has created a mental
labyrinth... a world of such complexity that will
inevitably produce instances of autistic genius...
artificial intelligence is already imbedded in us,
just as cloning and Islam has already existed
(Christianity is too schismatic to be considered a cloning
definition... and Judaism as a monotheistic principle
has a heresy embedded in its orthodoxy that it simply
ignores: reincarnation... the Malachi heresy...
that a second Elijah comes... and god becomes a half)...
we see artificial intelligence everywhere...
if the myth goes that woman fed man the original
lie of Eden... then man has nothing else to do than
attempt to polymer that one single lie...
and repeat it... a reverse intrusion to what "could"
have been an utopian splendour.
we all see artificial intelligence rummaging about
in the choices people make... it's called lying
to gain access to a ****** gratification...
or as i like to call it: a way to compensate our falling short
of the norm, a norm that focuses upon creating
the most complex startup a Silicon Valley genius
can't comprehend... a family.
these times prescribe such a bewilderment...
families are artefacts of what some believe
precipitated into barbarity so close to us: the 20th century...
and all those arguments you hear that might
discourage the opposite ***, as in damning your parents
for a piece of seashore **** fest of the *****?
probably came from a person born from a surrogate
mother... well... an incubator, a very expensive *****...
homsexuality created the evolution of prostitution,
once bound to the genitals... now bound to the womb...
i.v.f. kids calling natural kids ******...
i never liked the matrix movies in all honest...
but we're seeing the reversal of the original idea...
in the matrix of knowledge... hearts become
piñata: chockies sweet, sensations abundant,
the spectrum is yours.
but this poem isn't really about that...
i can sip a whiskey and actually find these things when
i start to utilise these symbols... it sometimes happens
that they fall through... all i was really thinking about
is the "theoretical" score of 147...
i'll call them billiards rather than *****
to excuse a "he-he" Michael Jackson laugh at a chance
of "nuance"...
yellow (2), green (3), brown (4), blue (5), pink (6), black (7)...
and plenty of red (1)... points in bracket respectively...
of course from childhood memory i sided with
ronnie... also from Romford... an obscure town in Essex
that oversees the shard and canary wharf from
a distance... but watching snooker as a child...
not too bad at pub-snooker: i.e. pool...
and that game show when snooker was hot back in
the 1990s... big break, with jim davidson as host...
and of course: john virgo as the rejuvenated
ghost of alex higgins... this whiskey
swiggly is on me al.
but this final... ****! at one point it was
a century after a century...
chess with mathematics, trigonometry
and Pythagoras in motion...
the gods playing with saturn
and jupiter neptune planetary arrangements...
i can't word it properly... but it'll definitely sound
better than a concussion after too much rugby and
the rough-stuff of "manhood" strutting with bulging
muscle tensions... rather than this Japanese warrior-monk
in a waistcoat and bow-tie swirling a stick in the air...
i just thought of one thing...
15 wildebeests on an African savannah...
out comes one lioness...
and she nibbles at the pack... and she picks off
the weakest of the 15 wildebeests...
she nibbles the pack before the pack breaks away...
she looks left (red) and then looks right (yellow,
green, brown, blue, pink, black) -
and she picks at the pack, one by one
they fall... but there are two games going on...
there's the no-man's land snooker where the game is
about entrenchment, and snookering the opponent
for a foul... and then there's the tsunami snooker...
which kinda looks like one person playing chess...
with no opponent other than a chance mistake...
misjudgement on the case of instinct and how they ******
well know what angle to fudge the white lioness
onto the billards... and with what force...
tsunami snooker, or cascade snooker is basically
a monologue...
after seeing 3 centuries in a row
you get to crave classical snook -
the mind games of safety shots...
and teasing, and tempting, and teasing, and tempting,
before the Rubic cube unravels itself,
and you find that light at the end of the tunnel...
and the black pops into...
i'll be honest, i haven't watched snooker for a long time...
maybe that's why i feel so enthusiastic about it...
it's sometimes good to be fed this mundane diet
of sport-fanaticism that football is in accordance with
religious dogma... it's a good thing...
then you end up watching a game of snooker
and all these things start firing up your brain...
and you end up saying:
the Taj Mahal can be there for all i care...
the Grand Canyon can be there for all i care...
such things don't really require a photograph
with my gimp-face trying to make other people jealous
by actually being there: only to take a photograph,
rather than feed into the air and the thrill of being there...
as they say... it's a small world after all...
better get used to it being much bigger inside your head.
