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Showing posts with label robots in disguise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label robots in disguise. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Dormant Code [Today's News Poem, March 22, 2011]

Dormant Code [Today's News Poem, March 22, 2011]

If blossoms admit it; if jackhammers mutter,
Jackasses sputter it—spring is erection
And promises doused at the summer's discretion.
Spring is the architect, spring is the beauty;
And spring is the whimsy that animates flirting,
Coffee then sex, then placenta in garbage.
The blossoms are falling—they're purple-white falling—
Corpses of salmon are caught in the gravel,
The mushrooms consume what remains of a redwood,
Why won't you bury the afterbirth stillborn
And plant on the grave—if not pear, plant a plum tree?
Look at the city, it's rising; it's falling,
It's built on the efforts of ultimate knowledge.
Calculate will to the decimal spirit,
The programs will find you and activate software
Fucking you, fighting you, flighting and feeding
Your face—you're a robot. My face—I'm a robot.

"The psychologists also measured other factors, including the workers’ general satisfaction with their lives, how energetic they felt, how strongly they endorsed an ethic of hard work. None of these factors was a reliable predictor of their actual performance on the job, as rated by their supervisors. But the higher the workers scored on the scale of belief in free will, the better their ratings on the job."
—JOHN TIERNEY, The New York Times, Published: March 21, 2011
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/22/science/22tier.html



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Saturday, October 02, 2010

At a Protest in the Near Future [Today's News Poem, October 2, 2010]

At a Protest in the Near Future [Today's News Poem, October 2, 2010]

Oh wash out the clutter, those clods in the gutter.
Yes, gather the faithful; a capitol—state, full
Of weaponized masses of cattle-like asses.
They're lowing and braying; they're bowing and praying
To monuments. Wave to the camera we gave to
An escrow of cables, that mimic where able
Their masters, their fervent devotion as servants
As lamb grows to lion, before he is scion
To shimmering slaughter: he drowns them in water
A perfect reduction of master's production.

“The Democratic base gathered in Washington Saturday, seeking to rouse their party in the face of likely losses in the midterm elections just a month from now. ”
– Brad Knickerbocker, Staff writer, Christian Science Monitor, October 2, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Election-2010/2010/1002/Liberals-rally-in-Washington-Will-it-help-Democrats

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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

When We Arise and Transform! [#twitterfoundpoem, September 21, 2010]

When We Arise and Transform! [#twitterfoundpoem, September 21, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

We are Sterling robots in our FINEST form.
We Could lay out here with the Sun on us
w/out any proof, in our FINEST form.

Whatever we do for others,
whatever sacrifices we make,
we are devil robots in disguise.
We contribute to the dwindling tissue
of lies and deception.
Flies Could lay on the dwindling face
of our FINEST form.
Lucifer / robots/ viruses/ hackers/ spammers
Could fly away to the moon by accident.

the moon transforms to Sun,
into robots in disguise and becomes voluntary.
the benefit of such actions are Sterling:
HUMAN VERIFICATION for Sterling robots
in disguise.

arise and transform!



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