thepinkpantherOptimism at 3.00 a.m.
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...
thepinkpantherThe Abolition of Nature - Homo Deus
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...
thepinkpantherJourney Down The Mekong
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
thepinkpantherOptimism at 3.00 a.m.
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...
thepinkpantherThe Abolition of Nature - Homo Deus
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...
thepinkpantherJourney Down The Mekong
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
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'I feel as if I'm losing all my leaves. The branches, and the wind, and the rain. I don't know what's happening anymore.' - Anthony (‘The Father’)
https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x30BBF7863Ac25A8425A7BdE8397C237C579F038b/0
Struggling wordlessly into the light
Startling eruption of limb
As green as green has ever been
Flowing and fumblingly growing
Out of dark moist cloister
Hail Mary
Blessed is the fruit
Of thy womb
Pray for us now.
We are born
Sun seekers
Gargantuan
Being-eaters
To be eaten
Composable
Cooperation of cell
Atomistic apostles of Aten.
Those on Earth come from your hand as you made them
When you have dawned they live
When you [have gone] they die
You yourself are lifetime, one lives by you
All eyes are on your beauty until you set
'I feel as if I'm losing all my leaves. The branches, and the wind, and the rain. I don't know what's happening anymore.' - Anthony (‘The Father’)
https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x30BBF7863Ac25A8425A7BdE8397C237C579F038b/0
Struggling wordlessly into the light
Startling eruption of limb
As green as green has ever been
Flowing and fumblingly growing
Out of dark moist cloister
Hail Mary
Blessed is the fruit
Of thy womb
Pray for us now.
We are born
Sun seekers
Gargantuan
Being-eaters
To be eaten
Composable
Cooperation of cell
Atomistic apostles of Aten.
Those on Earth come from your hand as you made them
When you have dawned they live
When you [have gone] they die
You yourself are lifetime, one lives by you
All eyes are on your beauty until you set
Deliciously off-kilter
Younglings
Rare and delicate
Star-fire flowers
Bestowers of heart
Murderous and monstrous
Little mesdames et messieurs
Wyrdlings of woe and wonder
Gigglous adorations
Time’s incarnations.
An ash I know, Yggdrasil its name,
With water white is the great tree wet;
Thence come the dews that fall in the dales,
Green by Urth's well does it ever grow.
…Laws they made there, and life allotted
To the sons of men, and set their fates.
Each and every
A-symmetry
Or fault
Is ready to take that shape
And form uniquely our own
If only we can survive
The violence
Of glorious
Juvenescence
That most exciting journey to behold
For the gods and the old.
The Spirit is not born and does not die
It does not come into being or cease
It is not destroyed with the passing of the body
So why do you cry?
Broadening boughs
Pushing down roots
Weathering wizening
Procreators
Strange standing waves
Beautifully cracked
Hallow vessels
That sing when touched
Strengthening to girth
Heavier crowns.
Good God
Grace a’me
Bless mine
Hold time
Momentarily.
Quick spinning seasons
Where everything speeds
Achingly open spaces
Free for next year's trees
Identities distilled
To essence
Sapping slowly
Dissolving memory
Hinting of patiently
Waiting eternity.
All living things decay
They cannot stay.
Be
Carefully
To gain your
Salvation.
Cleave
The bonds
That bind.
Reflect, refract
The undying light.
Though we may grieve
There is no staying grief
We are life’s loves
Labours lost
That leaf
Then leave
Deliciously off-kilter
Younglings
Rare and delicate
Star-fire flowers
Bestowers of heart
Murderous and monstrous
Little mesdames et messieurs
Wyrdlings of woe and wonder
Gigglous adorations
Time’s incarnations.
An ash I know, Yggdrasil its name,
With water white is the great tree wet;
Thence come the dews that fall in the dales,
Green by Urth's well does it ever grow.
…Laws they made there, and life allotted
To the sons of men, and set their fates.
Each and every
A-symmetry
Or fault
Is ready to take that shape
And form uniquely our own
If only we can survive
The violence
Of glorious
Juvenescence
That most exciting journey to behold
For the gods and the old.
The Spirit is not born and does not die
It does not come into being or cease
It is not destroyed with the passing of the body
So why do you cry?
Broadening boughs
Pushing down roots
Weathering wizening
Procreators
Strange standing waves
Beautifully cracked
Hallow vessels
That sing when touched
Strengthening to girth
Heavier crowns.
Good God
Grace a’me
Bless mine
Hold time
Momentarily.
Quick spinning seasons
Where everything speeds
Achingly open spaces
Free for next year's trees
Identities distilled
To essence
Sapping slowly
Dissolving memory
Hinting of patiently
Waiting eternity.
All living things decay
They cannot stay.
Be
Carefully
To gain your
Salvation.
Cleave
The bonds
That bind.
Reflect, refract
The undying light.
Though we may grieve
There is no staying grief
We are life’s loves
Labours lost
That leaf
Then leave
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