To your people the Mekong means business The Nam Kang is their playground *** Your children have suffered much From your beauty and your weakness Their children will suffer for their beauty too *** But their smiles Ngaam lai, ngaam lai lai And their warmth Khawp jai, lai lai. *** Luang Prabang: A jewel on a pinhead Trying to balance

To your people the Mekong means business The Nam Kang is their playground *** Your children have suffered much From your beauty and your weakness Their children will suffer for their beauty too *** But their smiles Ngaam lai, ngaam lai lai And their warmth Khawp jai, lai lai. *** Luang Prabang: A jewel on a pinhead Trying to balance

Where are you dreaming child of the sea?Peter Pink-Howitt, "Ariel", algo-art 2021 CEI awoke to the dawn without you The first light of the day Illuminated only your absent shadow The memory of you Burned in my mind Before I had opened my eyes Only yesterday We drifted together contentedly And, with just one arm, I enclosed you completely https://opensea.io/assets/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/70756795188882102134844406292945300059037380610701090253316037097015421698049

Where are you dreaming child of the sea?Peter Pink-Howitt, "Ariel", algo-art 2021 CEI awoke to the dawn without you The first light of the day Illuminated only your absent shadow The memory of you Burned in my mind Before I had opened my eyes Only yesterday We drifted together contentedly And, with just one arm, I enclosed you completely https://opensea.io/assets/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/70756795188882102134844406292945300059037380610701090253316037097015421698049

Part 2 — Homo Deus Continued from Part 1 Little escaped their minute attentions and predations: The Soul, an early casualty Of more precise instrumentation Senescence, just another Dragon to be slayed* The Mysteries gave way To complex refutation *** Too few paused To wonder whether Ever quicker Computation Would unleash the Ancient iron law Of more is less *** Their stupid siblings Were burned To turn The world Into a treasure store Of Information *** Confusing translation With transliterati...

Part 2 — Homo Deus Continued from Part 1 Little escaped their minute attentions and predations: The Soul, an early casualty Of more precise instrumentation Senescence, just another Dragon to be slayed* The Mysteries gave way To complex refutation *** Too few paused To wonder whether Ever quicker Computation Would unleash the Ancient iron law Of more is less *** Their stupid siblings Were burned To turn The world Into a treasure store Of Information *** Confusing translation With transliterati...

Part 1: Rise of the InnovatorsPart 1 — the rise of the Innovators* Once Upon a time There was a place (Deep in a gravity well) Where the tick tocking of time Had ran on ever and a day At the same pace *** Nothing much happened In that Arcadian land If by nothing You will discount The circadian rhythm Of love, life and death And the unspeakable wisdom Shared by all living things Sorrow and suffering Were no strangers here either The world turned as it ever had With little perceptible change **...

Part 1: Rise of the InnovatorsPart 1 — the rise of the Innovators* Once Upon a time There was a place (Deep in a gravity well) Where the tick tocking of time Had ran on ever and a day At the same pace *** Nothing much happened In that Arcadian land If by nothing You will discount The circadian rhythm Of love, life and death And the unspeakable wisdom Shared by all living things Sorrow and suffering Were no strangers here either The world turned as it ever had With little perceptible change **...

"I don't want them to take away my demons, I am scared they will take my angels too" (Rainer Marie Rilke on Therapy) Sallow-skinned with large pale watery eyes Such a translucent child her blue blood shows I swear the whole world can see her fragile life Pulsing through her veins Hardly enough skin to separate her From the world around Her enormous consciousness includes whole worlds Television springs such tears A paternal scolding could never bring *** A frail and beautiful life she is...

"I don't want them to take away my demons, I am scared they will take my angels too" (Rainer Marie Rilke on Therapy) Sallow-skinned with large pale watery eyes Such a translucent child her blue blood shows I swear the whole world can see her fragile life Pulsing through her veins Hardly enough skin to separate her From the world around Her enormous consciousness includes whole worlds Television springs such tears A paternal scolding could never bring *** A frail and beautiful life she is...

Sleepy towns divided by a stone's throw Speaking different languages within hearing distance And always the river's lullaby Its sweetly caressing song: *** "your differences are arbitrary if only you would know and like my distant tributaries you form the same great flow" *** Two days we drifted languidly Past elephant and buffalo And children playing free *** All As we Schooled daily In flowing Sagacity

Sleepy towns divided by a stone's throw Speaking different languages within hearing distance And always the river's lullaby Its sweetly caressing song: *** "your differences are arbitrary if only you would know and like my distant tributaries you form the same great flow" *** Two days we drifted languidly Past elephant and buffalo And children playing free *** All As we Schooled daily In flowing Sagacity

Peter Pink-Howitt, "blood-letting of sorts", algo-art 2022 CE"Something to do with violence a long way back and wrong rewards and arrogant eternity" (Phillip Larkin) *** A blood-letting of sorts heralded your first day here. Prehistoric beast that you seemed in your fear. *** Fear that needed, needs still, a little more than a kick in the teeth and three words to heal. *** Confusion inevitably ensued, and the twisted fears turn us all inside-out, or rather, they skew our futures with incessan...

Peter Pink-Howitt, "blood-letting of sorts", algo-art 2022 CE"Something to do with violence a long way back and wrong rewards and arrogant eternity" (Phillip Larkin) *** A blood-letting of sorts heralded your first day here. Prehistoric beast that you seemed in your fear. *** Fear that needed, needs still, a little more than a kick in the teeth and three words to heal. *** Confusion inevitably ensued, and the twisted fears turn us all inside-out, or rather, they skew our futures with incessan...