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Deadly Siri Us Sirius
Alas, Stephen Hawking is no more. His was a mind for the ages, an imagination that conquered physical straitjacketing. He knew how to explore and navigate the minefield of modern ideas.
And he made dire predictions, notably about what we call Artificial Intelligence. So have I, but I only have pliers and screwdrivers in my mental toolbox, whereas Dr Hawking had not a mere toolbox but a laser-cutting-edge machine shop.
As coincidence would have it, at the time of Hawking’s death I was slogging through FOUNDATION AND CHAOS, written by Greg Bear and authorized by Isaac Asimov’s estate, and it deals extensively with the issue of robotic interference with human history. In it a 20,000-year-old robot, R. Daneel Olivaw, must see psychohistorian Hari Seldon through his trial for sedition and decide which of several courses to take to minimize the long-range effects of the collapse of the Galactic Empire.
FOUNDATION AND CHAOS was written in the late 20th Century, but its themes are remarkably fitting for 2018 Trump-regime America.
And here in that America, people buy for peanuts a hand-held device that contains a bit of artificial intelligence named Siri. She invites us to ask her questions–any questions. And she learns from us, each of us who use her, more about our likes, our needs, and our appetites. One of many scary prospects is that Siri may come to be regarded as someone who knows what we want better than we do, and will cleverly guide our destinies…
Here are the words to the acrostic.
Deities that used to be Jehovah Ra or Zeus
Evolved with technologic flair into our new A.I
And Ms. or Mr., Dr., mein Herr, Madame et Monsieur
Decentralize identities with entities Bi-Bi
Look not to Rimbaud, Rambo, Rousseau, Reeve nor Richelieu
You need to save yourselves with arms like piercing cyber-sais
yes to dance
Long ago–more than FIFTY years ago, that’s how long–Bob Dylan wrote “Mr. Tambourine Man,” including these words: “Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free/Silhouetted by the sea/Circled by the circus sands…”
The phrase “Yes to dance” is positive and powerful. Here in the Valley, there is an ageless, mischievous couple, the poets Neil Gearns and Heather Smith-Gearns, for whom Neil speaks every single Friday on Facebook with the delightful phrase “Its Friday and on Friday we dance.” They have been saying Yes to dance, and Yes to each other, for many years.
So it is my attempt to return to a state of positivity, in the wake of the perfect storm of negative things out in the world and in my recent life, with this page, and these acrostic lines:
you’re relishing, not suffering, your bouts of o.c.d
ephemeral impulsiveness is so your cup of tea
since this is so, your Ginger Rogers feet need no persuasion
so let them glide and smooth their soles with gentle dermabrasion
to live is complicated but to soar is a b c
one loving soul two nimble soles three partners come to be
Clean Break
Prefatory note: I’ve just been through a breakup. No fault is assigned. I posted about the breakup on Facebook, and dozens of friends offered support and kind words. “Make a clean break,” said felinophile and caring friend Sandra. “Turn your angst into art,” said superbly talented, recent-award-winning artist, and dear friend since high school, Beth. “Make art your key love,” said sweet-natured sculptress supreme Deborah. And so this blog post comes to be.
The poem below partakes of several relationships I’ve had but tries not to be specific about who did what to whom, but also tries to avoid being a jumble of ambiguous mush. The three epigrams are of songs that the inner jukebox in my head has been playing in Scramble mode off and on since the breakup, three days and an eternity ago.
To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before
Who traveled in and out my door
I’m glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the girls I’ve loved before…
From “To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before”
Lyrics and music by Hal David and Albert Hammond
Performed by Willie Nelson and Julio Iglesias
YEEAAAHH…now I’m rolling down California 5
With your Laughter in my head…
GONNA HAVE TO BLOCK IT OUT somehow
To survive,
‘Cause those dreams are dead,
And I’m alive.
From “I’m Alive”
Music, lyrics and performance by Jackson Browne
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way I feel
When every Fairy Tale comes real
I’ve looked at Love that way…
But now it’s just another show
You leave ‘em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away…
I’ve looked at Love from both sides now
From Give and Take, and still somehow
It’s Love’s Illusions I recall
I really don’t know Love
At all.
From “Both Sides Now”
Music, lyrics and performance by Joni Mitchell
Collapse of a relationship! Clench fists hang head and sob
Concoct an explanation for the heart that lost its throb
Could be that there was too much scorn upon the daily cob
Lost hope and lost respect will lose the grip of what’s held dear
Loose talk and snarky attitudes make closeness disappear
Left unattended, intimacy withers, it is clear
Entanglements then trip the feet a home becomes a cage
Enlightenment occurs to one or both to disengage
And fancy explanations all add up to Just Don’t Wanna
And then the nearness stifles like an overheated sauna
Now come finalities and benedictions–one last look
New possibilities are on the next page of the book
thank you very mesh
I’ve just today begun working with an Amaco product called WireForm. It will take hours and hours of try-and-fail-and-try to attain non-clumsiness with this stuff, but I like it already. The image above is of an attempted cat–but it partakes of a mouse–but there are the beginnings of a cloak or a man. When I continue this particular effort I as a thwarted world traveler but an accomplished Awful Punster will stop playing Cat and Mouse, and do my best to make Cat/Man do. 🙂
jim carrey, mark i
Yesterday and today I watched a documentary about the making of Man on the Moon, Jim Carrey’s portrayal of Andy Kaufman/Tony Clifton. While watching I made a couple of sketches of him. After that I watched something my girlfriend Melony sent me, a YouTube video of Carrey with “ILLUMINATI” in the clickbait headline. (Carrey was schticking on ”llluminutty,’ forming a hand-triangle in front of his “Mocking Tongue.”) Then I did this page, deliberately as a preliminary sketch and not as a finished work, on torn, ink-stained paper.
Here are the words:
Juxtapose a rubber face with schtick on NBC
Just suppose FIRE MARSHAL BILL and you are lost at sea
Juggle poses Andy Kaufman style–the crowd will ROAR
Introduce some paint to canvas–then your soul will soar
Iterative and immersive rising up to be
Multimegauniversal personality
Holy Father
Armature wire, 1/8″ diameter, 8″ x 4″.
g l i m p s e d
g l i m p s e d
gainsaid are the scarlet scoffers
all chagrined and aloe tropicked
spillways make decanted offers
plump seditionists thus topicked
Here is play with the acrostic form to third-time “glimpsed” and so make of it a motif. That the text makes sense, with a sly, subversive message that invites reader participation, is a bonus; but the priority is the image and what it evokes.
mel•low
My girlfriend Melony, known to her friends as Mel, was sitting next to me in my apartment’s tiny dining area, checking her phone. She looked Mellow.
Often her texts are accompanied by hearts. Mine too.
Words:
Methinks meknows a gal
Encryptically well. O
Let the Glow-wax flow
show folk
In the midst of reading ALL HIS JAZZ: THE LIFE AND DEATH OF BOB FOSSE by Martin Gottfried, and learning of the friendship between Fosse and Paddy Chayefsky, the acrostic “Show Folk” occurred. Flashy Fosse is Show; and who is more Folksy than the hero of Chayefsky’s MARTY? Off we went.
Here are the words of the double-acrostic sonnet:
Show Folk
SUCCESS: best taken with that grain of snuff
Seize moments, lest the dark steal like a thief
Some mama cats won’t tote us by the scruff
Some ships are built to f o u n d e r on a reef
Huge OPPORTUNITIES have trapdoors too
How quickly handshook YES becomes a No
How quickly sours the Love Nest bill & coo
Howbeit, STRIVE–you may Behold & Lo
Ovations never last. PERSISTENCE will
Obliterate frustration and will quell
Oy-Vehish dark despair. We must distill
Our spirits from beyond ephemeral
We’ll Break A Leg, yet rise above the murk
With Old School secret sauce: workworkWorkWORK
One with Clay, Image and Text 