poet in white, volume 4
the front steps a child. Singing.
Lamb's heart hushes blood. Who breathes with flowers?
[0, triumph)
Blindness by Jose Saramagorating: 2 of 5 stars
About a hundred fifty excellent pages into the opus of the Nobel Prize-crafty man of letters, something happens. If it happens in the book, it's not observable - a reader is only able to approximate its location in the story in the wake of the remaining seventy thousand words. And it happens to the whole of the book. Neither an important character nor the text itself, for example, suddenly goes blind; we are operating in the next level of indirection. It's as if a vital gene has been replaced: nothing may be immediately evident, yet the organism is now fundamentally and terminally different. It could only be an achievement or nothing; and who cares that it's the latter.
Not worth reading.
alliances
Consider total cost of ownership of even the most sympathetic compliance. Is your country worth it? What about your man? And Shakespeare?
Semantic Modeling Puzzle #12
Subject | Predicate | Object |
Flesh | Vending machine | |
Vending machine | Warehouse district |
Question: Insinuate a transitive property X.
another thesis idea
Granddaughter of the Fountain
The Savior's Olympiada
histoire d'une chanson
i steer the comet
steering committee hard to pluck
we take to the sky
paganini ringtone
a sea
the canary
and Madonna
buongiorno, fellows of the royal infinity
morning
blue pinstripes
touch softly nature's sweet guitar
seatalia slowly slowly
at my window
plane of immanence
Manure Treatment Machinery for Contractors
poet in white, volume 2
aspectral, the light of your flower bestows itself and fills: my heart with angel songs, my soul - with so much love. beautiful, to be veiled by nothing, you cast them, loveshadows.
joytear river drooping into the delta.
where do i begin, orchis and orchis, singly,
to tell the sweet love story into the sea.
poet in white, volume 1
singularly terse poetics
grandiose salivary snow-white mustang knee deep in immature estrogen
snow: white of the death unaccepted postmortem
answer the polyphone call
Scaling Collective Improvisation: Publish/Subscribe
The pianist is alone in a soundproof space. Her music is streamed outside in real time.
The percussionist wearing headphones is alone in a soundproof space. He subscribes to the pianist’s feed and starts playing along. He can now hear both his own playing and the piano in his headphones, but only the drums are streamed outside.
The cellist plays along with the percussion but does not care for the piano and does not subscribe to its stream.
Both the percussionist and the pianist get cello into their headphones.
The percussionist is now playing with the pianist who hears but cello, and with the cellist who hears but drums. The cellist is improvising with two people who are listening to him, but he is only paying attention to the drummer. Finally, the pianist is playing with the cello that is focusing on its duet with the drums.
One hundred forty two alto saxophone players subscribe to piano and drums.
One hundred forty five musicians are now improvising together. One hundred forty five pieces are being composed. Any musician’s work is available to everybody else. Each is free to alter a subset of incoming streams at any moment. Each is stimulated by a constantly changing group of indirect collaborators. Opportunities for live or postmortem remixing.
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porn for marketeers
In the mornings he usually rests, eating his own feces in order to help digest the tough cellulose in the grass.