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    I was one of those reading "Gódel, Escher, Bach" in my late teens. Didn't really have anyone to chat about it though. I think this still shows a bit.







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    On lines of similitude
    languid with reference
    secondary virtues arise
    as still Doric columns,
    still tree trunks, now stone

    and crossed with attitude.
    Every avatar is lifted up here,
    locked into the grid,
    lackless

    and grand,
    alluring pedestals of light cones past.

    And so relieved, we're night bound again
    singularly seeking some repose

    and gratitude from golden mean bastards
    who pointed out the non-obvious exceptions and
    the unknown.



    Ram Daggerman, Consort to the Mountain Goddess (meika loofs samorzewski, bronze, 2008)
    Sun, Apr 19, 2009  Permanent link
    Categories: Singularity, neuroaesthetics
    Sent to project: What happened to nature?
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    In aggregation I left the islands
    of leaving with nothing to say.

    Had I stayed to learn what everyone heard,
    playing tag on objects in compilations,
    not so very composing, well, I'd be
    publishing among peers with more semance than
    words (what everyone has spoken for) but
    I'd still be gone, too far gone, to
    fiddle in these our stools with any consistency.

    Instead I went, coming into world with a great big me
    saying, "let's mash it all up, humans without conditions,
    leaving wants with nothing to do, singular— and well behind,"
    but alongside me, taking leave in an unsaving face
    the eye bright link clicked in our heads, and we ignore me,
    —that's a yes, that's a handshake, that's a solid connexion.



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    Thus I remain, burdened with complex thoughts
    still too simple for the halfmade day, with no idea
    and too much to say.

    So then, I writ no more
    that is to say,
    when I took mine own eye out
    and no one
    could hear me go,

    "I walked like a mountain."
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