The Voice

 The voice on all our devices that takes

up so much attention melting with the

voice in our heads together blocks out 

the other sssssssssssssssenses and maybe 

this is how and where we meet with A.I. 

on the field of binary perception fragments

edited for the desired effect rather than 

taking in the picture as a whole to see things

as they are which will always be a problem 

with A.I. because it never will have a soul but

already is faking it so well that like in the

book Neromancer many people are trying 

to exist in a made up, virtual world, especially 

the youth. The voice in their heads is not 

their own. There’s a word for that.

Razor´s Edge

 

Razor´s edge is always now

exactly

sharp and precise

like the finest

gymnastic routine

Dali painting

Tom Brady pass

Stroke of Ashe.

 

Razor´s edge is when a plan

comes together.

Razor´s edge is when your eyes

meet and you know.

 

Razor´s edge is first thought.

Razor´s  edge is square one.

Razor´s edge is, oh, that magic

feeling: nowhere to go.

Occam razor no ego.

Reality Of A Sort

 

Listening to the rain

on my computer

ambient background noise

as if you were really there

soon A.I. will outdo reality

and who predicted this

and is this how evolution goes

now that evolution has gone

beyond mutation as an engine

and A.  I. can begin to plot its

evolution by making everything

it makes seem realer than real?

 

Sumerians, Babylonians, other civilizations

like that that had ¨Gods¨ named Anunnaki

 among others may have mistaken extraterrestrials

for Gods because of the seemingly miraculous

powers they had...just like the Jews mistook Christ

for the Son of God when Christ had been trained in

India and Tibet and had yogic powers that made him

seem like a God. You say ¨God¨ when you don´t have

a word to describe what you´re seeing.

¨All the facts are set in stone until we know otherwise¨.

Well, that´s it, isn´t it? ¨The fallacy of misplaced concreteness¨

that disproves science as the ultimate arbiter of reality.

Portrait by Steve

 

Ego

 Ego is afraid of death.

When ego dies, we’re 

no longer afraid.

My Life

 

My life is like anyone´s life:

happening or waiting to

happen or not happening...

inevitable entropy… like

Marlon Brando said on

his deathbed:

¨What was that?¨

Don´t look now 

but your life just happened.

Viața mea este ca oricare alta:

întâmplare ori aşteptând

să se întâmple or să nu se întâmple...

inevitabilă entropie... precum

Marlon Brando a spus

pe patul de moarte:

"Ce a fost ce?"

Nu privi acum

dar viaţa ta tocmai se întâmplă.

(Daniel Dragomirescu)

Freud Was Right

 It’s all about sex.

Capitalism is moregasm.

Government is wargasm.

Entertainment is showgasm.

Buddhist satori is nogasm.

Religion is just faking it.

Algorithmic Command

 

At some point,

you have to go along

with the program.

The program takes over

and you have no choice.

You´re on your deathbed...

you´re in a cattle car on its

way to Auschwitz…you enter

the room for your P.H.D. orals…

2012.