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Saturday, March 24, 2018

CYBER-STEIN!!!


The Post-Modern Prometheus
 
Silicon worked well enough, for a while. Excellent for conventional computation, but one could only do so much and there was so much more to do. Of course the breakthrough took years. Naïve scientists believed faster and bigger and yet more powerful machines were the answer, and indeed for a while that was true. But now we know better: while machines can and will continue to do the conventional drudgery, humans alone will match the Gods.
 
Ah, but not conventional humans!
 
The breakthrough was heralded by Armand G Eddon, a reclusive and eccentric genius far ahead of his time. His insight was that conventional humans only seem sluggish and stupid because their physical and social environment is sluggish and stupid. Thus if an artificially pristine environment could be created, human2 brains might be unleashed in the service of human1 pursuits, ushering a new era.
 
Of course there was considerable resistance in beginning. The notion of a thousand networked brain-pods grown from embryos of geniuses was repugnant to many, and others refused for a while to believe that networked human2 brains could function at such an astonishingly high level. But that was Armand Eddon’s insight: freed of all the human1 burdens and distractions, including hands, legs, etc, networked human2 slave-clone synapses grew to eclipse the machines with regard to truly creative endeavors, while the machines continued to do what they do, leaving human1 populations to do… Nothing!
 

Friday, March 9, 2018

On Being Frankenstein


When you feel

Different

Apart

And alone…
 

Then you know,

At least in some degree,

How it feels

To be

Frankenstein

 

Or when you feel

Un-loved

Un-belonged

And un-wanted

 

Then again,

You know

How it feels

To be

Frankenstein

 

Or maybe you harbor a secret shame…

One you cannot share,

And you shun the light so others cannot see…

 

Then you too walk in shadows,

Again, just like me…

Frankenstein!

 

Or when people stare at you for some odd reason

Or look away so as not to see…

 Or maybe you really are ugly

Or feel you are because your skin is green… 



Then you too

 Know the pain
That is
Frankenstein!!!












Monday, January 22, 2018

I am a NeoAnderthal





I am a NeoAnderthal


And like the Ancestors before me


My race will be annihilated


By NeoSapiens


Wednesday, January 10, 2018




I wasn’t always as I am…

No, the electro-shocks and drug therapies have changed me…

But it’s thirteen years now,
and once again I yearn to change…

 

something I wrote for a 2017 Halloween party, obviously a work in progress…

 

Thursday, January 4, 2018

The Horror of Literary Characters


Can you ever begin to imagine the horror that literary characters experience? Doomed to repeat the same old “same-old” with every single reading… thousands, even millions of times, with evermore ahead?

Listen with your heart instead of your brain and you will hear Hamlet shrieking “Must I always and forever be this same wretched creature who lives only in books to be poisoned again and again and again?”


Perhaps it is time for mercy?


(just exploring the fringes that some have called a twilight zone, and that others have called mad)









Wednesday, December 20, 2017

WTTR Transistor Radio Time Warp: California Dreaming!


Dedicated to my great Garrett and California friend of 45 years Michael Grimm, and a far more recent but very significant Angola friend, Lou Ann Homan, whose annual Winter Solstice parties evoke memories of "California Dreaming", a song that has resonated for me since its 1965 December release when I was thirteen years old... And to James Oliver Burns, my ever-present schooldays friend, we shared so much... And to the countless others I never knew, yet who were drawn by those Wonder Years. You know who you are, those were times time you will never forget...

 Oh how I longed to go, preferably by motorcycle, though as an alienated thirteen year old rural Indiana eighth grader I was forced to make concessions. Bitter concessions, but necessary.


Still, I had my own bedroom (which I called my “pad”), a transistor radio, and visions primed by 1965 tunes like “Mr. Tambourine Man” (The Byrds), “I Got You Babe" (Sonny & Cher), "Like a Rolling Stone" (Bob Dylan), "Eve of Destruction" (Barry McGuire), and The Animals’ "We Gotta Get Out of this Place."


Indeed.

 
Still, nothing was intolerable, I certainly wasn’t abused in any way…

 
And yet… how my young soul yearned, even ached to be closer to what seemed to be happening elsewhere…

 
Especially come December when Simon & Garfunkel’s " Sound of Silence" and the Mamas’ &Papas’ "California Dreaming" were released.

 

Within a year… that is by the end of 1966, “California Dreaming” and the “Ballad of the Green Berets” would be tied on the 1966 pop charts... a harbinger of yet other things to come...






"Winter Solstice"
The digital image was constructed from a truncated Stonehenge juxtaposed with snow-covered spruce trees on our property. The coloring and flame-like effects were achieved by superimposing  a photo of a Halloween camp fire nearby the trees.










Friday, April 7, 2017

Poetic Inspiration and a New Art Form of the People

Interesting discussion this beautiful sunny afternoon with nine friends about raw poetic inspiration and the synergies (or not) when text is juxtaposed with graphics. So if you might possibly be interested, take a minute or so to find out:

The exploration began with a short text on the wellspring of poetic inspiration: from whence does it flow?

 (The Unknown Vessel, by Stephen Rowe)

You are a vessel
That you know not
We all are
And discovery comes
To those who
Not knowing
What is there
Simply let it flow
From that Unfathomable
Inner place
Where it resides

The group of nine unanimously agreed this text is indeed a poem, but that need not have been the case, and we could have proceeded as we did by pulling the ‘rabbit‘ out of the hat and asking:

OK, now that you see the same words in a more graphical context below, does the work seem more poetic, or not?

This is where our inquiry became really interesting:


The Unknown Vessel, text by Stephen Rowe
Illustration by Max Liebert, from Ludwig Fulda's Aladin und die Wunderlampe
(Aladdin in the Magic Garden)

Most answered that yes, the beautiful graphic was synergistic and the poem felt more poetic in that context. But one participant felt that the unadorned reading was more direct and that the graphical context distracted from the language… And yet another was able to articulate a polarity: reading the initial text connected her more directly to the language while the graphically enhanced version focused her more on the bounteous flow; perhaps equally poetic, but in different ways.

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I have been especially interested in these questions because for several years (since 2011) I have been juxtaposing graphics and text in synergistic or ironic contexts to create heightened meaning – something that could scarcely have been done prior to the internet's graphical feast. So very much to work with, and yet the opportunities are so neglected.

Of course the ubiquitous internet memes are legion, so these “found art” opportunities are not all lost, but I have seen almost no “real people” I know exploiting the possibilities, despite so many people snapping so many photos and having so much to say!

But I believe in time more people will see as I do; that this is a New Art Form of the people capable of conjuring personal satisfaction and significant revelation, as I have found over the past several years.

Note: For an extended example of these text/graphic juxtapositions see The Saga of Geezer Blue, a pseudonym by which I am known by some.


Saturday, April 1, 2017

OUTSIDER: Self Portrait (2017)



red eyes and tongue suggest
Insight, Vision and Prophesy

green and purple suggest
Alienation and Otherness

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Lessons the Teacher Never Taught You (#6957)






I love language: metaphor, simile, meter, rhyme, cadence, and especially words like mimesis, sesquipedalian and my very favorite, callipygian. So many arcane and abstruse gems that I often forget, yet smile each time I re-learn one.






But the word IRONY!


Has there ever been a better example than the buffalo head nickel, minted by the United States government from 1913 to 1938, stamped on its face with the single word LIBERTY?



Such a beautiful numismatic piece (not to be confused with its homonym "peace").

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Love Of My Life




This is the love of my life since we were married two months after meeting in Garrett, where she taught English while I had but one college semester, no driver’s license, and was four years away from sobriety and yet many years more distant from a reasonably stable career. Things eventually worked out and we retired early, but after a year at home Kathy elected to volunteer and ultimately to work regularly at Rise [which partners with the community to prepare, empower, and support individuals with challenges] for another five+ years. Late this afternoon she is finally retired again.




I really can’t express how much I admire her heart, soul, and spirit, often reflected in her Facebook icons: a peace sign in summer, a white dove in winter, but most often in her daily interactions and words. Surely a Child of God.

She will probably rather I did not post this, such is her humility, but this milestone is hugely important to me, and I’m sure many others will feel the same.




So here is to you Kathy Maureen Rowe,
May your retirement continue to bless others
 Even as you change directions.

And know that you are loved.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

ANIMAL HOUSE




Had a GREAT idea! Could bring world peace, or at least peace in the USA, so bear with me. But first I have to say, I NEVER watch TV, haven’t for nearly seven years (except old Hitchcock films on Halloween and such). Still, despite my dis-interest Kathy does have Antenna TV and a portable 18” diagonal, which is fortunate or I would never have hatched this idea.

A month or two ago, roaming through one of Angola’s antique stores just for entertainment (as I never buy anything I don’t need), I happened upon a half-price mint condition video cassette recording of John Belushi’s 1978 Animal House. It took a while to decide, but given the $2 price discounted to 1$, I regarded it as an investment.

Watched it two or three days ago, and what an investment it was! SO, SO UN-POLITICAL even shocking these days, yet still FUNNY!

And I saw the light: If everyone would just chill out and laugh, we would all (or at least most of us) be so much better. World peace? Maybe not. But come on people, can’t we just smile on each other and get along?

(Trigger Warnings for those who are easily offended)

Sunday, October 23, 2016

CYBER-POLITICS: A World Where Everyone Knows Everything (but Nothing Is True)


Publisher: Faux Books

This is my satiric metaphor of the 2016 US election campaign and the alternate reality it has spawned.

The “publisher” Faux Books [faux meaning “fake”] is surely the largest in the world! Everything you hear or read these days is either a lie or is hyped to such a degree that the only truth is that everything is fake (including this "book") !

Then note the spelling of Demockracy on the cover page. Indeed, what a mockery of democracy our nation has become.

The term “Cyberclops” is my take-off on the Cyclops that devoured Odysseus’ men in Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey, now re-imagined as “Cyberclops” devouring our present--day consciousness.

Finally, there is the forward by Dr. Armand G. Eddon, a fictitious name suggesting the Armageddon at hand if we persist in such folly.

So in one sense this really is a book… One page long and pregnant with more truth than a 100 US Senators, 435 Representatives, and the babbling millions who know everything that is not true!