Poem at 5 a.m.

Newly undressed emperors in demented daze Do crows call somewhat beseeching at sparrows fart? With light spilling in through 5th floored doorways, and trucks doing watt only they know… powerless.And, in the meanthyme, cat’s water trickles electronically induced in the bowl atop the bench from which she never drinks.Another futile purchase,and you wonder what has … Continue reading Poem at 5 a.m. →

Dissecting Digital Capitalism: The Fight for Consumer Minds 1

Capitalism may well be stuck in its end of days but it remains dangerously tractable and capable of fucking us up. In the third decade of this century most of us certainly feel like the world is an enormous mess. We've got despots in charge of some of the world’s largest ‘economies’ allegedly running things. We've got wars and violent conflicts on any number of scales....

Shared intelligence

A story for Young Adults and those of us who perhaps have never grown up... I was, I’ll admit, running a bit behind schedule on my way to your class. The reason is ‘Looking for Alibrandi,’ which I needed for my English class that comes after biology. I would have been on time if I … Continue reading Shared intelligence →

Idle thought 3

https://youtu.be/raNGeq3_DtM I think I know - finally - what love is. I also know what it's absence may be: a black hole. I suspect that many of the world's monsters are monstrous because they don't care that they don't know what love is.

Idle thoughts 1

I've found that very cold or hot weather - particularly if it's unseasonable (and there's very little that isn't unseasonable these days) - is useful for developing mindfulness. A sudden gust of a chill south westerly when you're not dressed for it, or sweltering sun and no shade because all the trees are wilted; these … Continue reading Idle thoughts 1 →

Death of an author

Another ghost in the machine ‘Quite quickly, I’ – the author [he says] of this 95% AI generated novel – ‘figured out that, if you want an AI to imitate Raymond Chandler, the last thing you should ask it to do is tell it to write like Raymond Chandler. That produces only the most tepid, … Continue reading Death of an author →