Is rock on on the rocks? Through retracing responseNarrationPrimarilyRecitationAlone KindsLies PhilosophersLivedSomehowForOddsNaive What weQuestionNeverthelessReturnMoved FrustrationRecallingBoardersEuropeanRoamaticisedFirst Hand I have been reading seriously. To lighten my distracted mind I have attempted to create something neoteric in the manner as AI programs might. Let me explain – from Dr Nick’s thesis I chose one random word from each ofContinue reading “Something neoteric.”
We see life We see lifeWhere oneAnd the nextFatigued footstepTreads beyond exhaustionPrompted by loss of sleepTo smell the garbage ofA futile suburban lifeWe seeHow the nuclear familyGrasps anyGrandparent likeUnpaid labourTo aid and manageThirsty children closeTo teatime tantrumsThe abstract tableauOf monochrome paintReels in heat hazeThrown at the rinsed outCrisp lines of rotting edificesAs buildings crumbleOn theContinue reading “We see life”
Talk of Artificial Intelligence Prompted me to read The programmer Obviously pressed a button That spat out art The work emerged By … mathematical formula Was named Le Comte de Belamy Auctioneer Criristies Listed it among the works of fifty famous artists Proclaiming the work as new Based as it was On 1,500 scanned portraitsContinue reading “My Box Brownie could do that.”
Expressing and recording your personal history is vitally important in its own right. It needs no further justification or rationalization. Singular Vision Our experience of life has an internal, and an external expression. When thoughts are recorded we are enabled to “see” the invisible thoughts of the individual. Whatever is produced need not be earthContinue reading “Singular Vision – (shared post)”
My work is as scrambled as my brain according to Faerie. My written words are no different. This entry is prompted by “Almost” an article a new reader has posted on WordPress. I was prompted to write a response to him when I read this quote of his just after R visited. Here is hisContinue reading “Prompted response”
The embarking passengers ran to the taxi rank and opened the door pausing just long enough to flick water from the rain soaked umbrella before they climbed into the cab. The driver, wearing a checked shirt embossed with the logo “13 cabs” on the collar asked, “Where to”? “Recital Centre Kavanagh Street South Melbourne”. TheContinue reading “The Refugee”
Why did you drive? Why did you fly? Why did you walk? Why did you swim? Why did you listen? Why did you stand, or sit? The answer to these questions is to understand. Do you understand? I think not. You stood because it had become the custom of audiences to stand in contemplative silenceContinue reading “Will you stand with me?”
http://www.theguardian.com/stage/2019/nov/27/sir-jonathan-miller-obituary I have nothing to add other than to say, to the man I never knew, thank you.