Optimism 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...
The 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...
Journey 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
Optimism 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...
The 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...
Journey 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 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
She will need fierce angels to watch over her
She will learn to push the world away
Separate, distinct, with a façade of arrogance
She will learn the human art:
Of turning papery skin into the toughest of hides
Of hiding a fiercely emotional heart
Under layers of indifference
***
One day she will come to me, wondering
How it was so easy to lose all she held dear
Why it is so hard to regain her innocence
Without losing the distance she needs
One day she will come to me
With child's eyes still, that say:
"Look what the world's done to me"
***
I wouldn't have it any other way
So many thick-skinned thick-skulled people
Are the cause of her pain
I'm so glad she can't become
The thing she has always hated
***
Seeking a balance
She will learn to tread carefully
Nurturing her emerging wisdom
Holding back just enough
So her precious understanding
Is not stolen by the world
***
She will then learn her thickened skin
Kept her blue blood flowing,
And so kept mine
"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
She will need fierce angels to watch over her
She will learn to push the world away
Separate, distinct, with a façade of arrogance
She will learn the human art:
Of turning papery skin into the toughest of hides
Of hiding a fiercely emotional heart
Under layers of indifference
***
One day she will come to me, wondering
How it was so easy to lose all she held dear
Why it is so hard to regain her innocence
Without losing the distance she needs
One day she will come to me
With child's eyes still, that say:
"Look what the world's done to me"
***
I wouldn't have it any other way
So many thick-skinned thick-skulled people
Are the cause of her pain
I'm so glad she can't become
The thing she has always hated
***
Seeking a balance
She will learn to tread carefully
Nurturing her emerging wisdom
Holding back just enough
So her precious understanding
Is not stolen by the world
***
She will then learn her thickened skin
Kept her blue blood flowing,
And so kept mine
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