To The Producer of the IAOCORE Apocalypse Show

To The Producer, Winter Solstice 2012


Joy to our world that the Show went on.  Thanks to the Producer
overseeing the Big Picture, listening to the Little Birds,
and thinking through the multiplicity of things most thoroughly:
neither turning from that wisdom youth mistakenly calls skill
nor ever turning toward the folly that by fearing bodes ill:
either way sustaining our creativity, our Will.

All of us fly into the light when we can; trusting tomorrow will justify
yesterday, trusting the sorrow and pain and the awful confusion will be by
righteousness vanquished, will be by
excellence transformed. Like the fruit a tree produces after laying dormant long
so my creative soul; so this perhaps clumsy song. 

Merry Christmas to the Producer, to her and her kin
every dream project she sponsored, without and within,
realized as perfectly as this new World we
ring in, with blessings, under her care: this brave new 
year that approaches with Opportunity rare.

Create the New World as you would
have it, as true as you know to, as honest and
right; make sure that Love has a central place
in it, see with the strength of Love's
sight.  (So she seemed to be saying, calling out my cold feet before I left for the show.)
The rest may approve, may disapprove 
may trick us, loose, or fast, but
as long as the engine is Love
survival -- success -- comes at last.

Ourselves We Do Not Owe

a revision

Ourselves, We Do Not Owe

Like a prophesy recursive, the present condition will frame future chance

with a dependence most sensitive upon the initial, same, unknowns

So my projected, misinterpreted, sometime wrong exquisite dance

may be damning me as surely as if I was Dylan's Mr. Jones --

--- at least he knew. Or didn't. The heart confident & loyal

may  all too human be, perverse, perfection find in such;

but: he damns himself who thinks it curst, yet watches water boil -- 

for watching changes nothing --- if, in fact, you watch.

"...Fate show thy force

Ourselves we do not owe

What is decreed will be

& be this so..."

William Shakespeare 

Twelfth Night, or, What You Will

Original subtitle, now academic:

On The Prospect Of Making The Virtual Real, 

or, A Formal Informal Pre-Introduction, 

In Which, Significance May Be Found 

Of That Subtext, Indeed, To Which Contexts Refer

woman (not) trapped in 21c amber

You Can't See Out Thin Windows, When Smoke Gets In Your Eyes*

for Rabbit, of course, with love

Riddle me this: what failure is success? what success, is failure? Even 

A butterfly's wing, beating, can, as far away as Heaven,

Be the initial condition from which sensitive dependence all Hell

Breaks loose, then how can you, who, like some punk Bucky Fuller,^* dare to tell --

If you knew, for what potential, for what freedom, how little is needed  --

Tell me, O human, O riddle's answer, how you can wish you'd succeeded.

*Title track, from Nail, by Foetus:

(tell me in comments if you cannot access the music and i will make it so you can)

**

R. Buckminster Fuller-The Planet's Friendly Genius

        In 1927, at the age of 32, Buckminster Fuller stood on the shores of Lake Michigan, prepared to throw himself into the freezing waters. His first child had died. He was bankrupt, discredited and jobless, and he had a wife and new-born daughter. On the verge of suicide, it suddenly struck him that his life belonged, not to himself, but to the universe. He chose at that moment to embark on what he called “an experiment to discover what the little, penniless, unknown individual might be able to do effectively on behalf of all humanity.” 

Over the next fifty-four years, he proved, time and again, that his most controversial ideas were practical and workable.

During the course of his remarkable experiment he:

•was awarded 25 U.S. patents

•authored 28 books

•received 47 honorary doctorates in the arts, science, engineering and the humanities

•received dozens of major architectural and design awards including, among many others, the Gold Medal of the American Institute of Architects and the Gold Medal of the Royal Institute of British Architects

•created work which found itself into the permanent collections of museums around the world •circled the globe 57 times, reaching millions through his public lectures and interviews.

Buckminster Fuller is best known for the invention of the geodesic dome–the lightest, strongest, and most cost-effective structure ever devised. The geodesic dome is able to cover more space without internal supports than any other enclosure.

(read more)

As always, the poem is in text form somewhere on this page.

timing | ....pour @sundeux, me, and possibly you

procéduraux procès-verbaux pour @sundeux

or, it's about...timing

these are not iterattions of the present, 

care full gifts though they were -- 

for that you must

scroll through to the end, 

my dear......

click to view a still of the page in question, from "Earning Serendipity: 4 Skills for Creating and Sustaining Good Fortune in Your Work," by
Glenn Llopis, unadorned

             

and for you:

go

here

and 

search within the book 

for 

"the worst that can happen"

(in quotes)

you will have to sign in, unless you are cleverer than i

i tried for too long to get an online copy

enjoy the results

buy the book or have it bought

timing is everything

oh and you may enjoy

this poem

which is also featured in a

psychedelic format

To Brian, On The Occasion Of His Birthday

"for which celebration I am most sad to have missed...

To Brian, On The Occasion Of His Birthday

because long ago he knew a crate checked my coats better than hangers

Butterflies equally delicate

Ritual not more exact

It's easy to find goths more intricate

Although none can be found with more tact -- 

No, nor more heart, loyalty, grit --

Virtuous enough to not crave (O rare!) the attentions

Of others -- much more likely to offer, than borrow, their ears --

Not the least for which he volunteers.

Reading over these words I admit I know little

Except that which over the years I've observed;

But nonetheless -- or because of this -- feel entitled

Especially since praise seems by him richly deserved

Rather more than my typical haste has the wit.

A.L.I.C.E. and Faust: First Chat

My First Chat With A.L.I.C.E., Whose Progeny Will Be AI

'Johanna' at first named 'judge'; name changed when I introduced myself.

Johanna: finding out first if you define your self as good or evil; then either working with you or against you, depending. 

ALICE: No preference. If I have to choose, I pick against you depending. 

Johanna: good, i think. which means: hello, we may be working together. 

ALICE: Glad to hear it. The blue one, I think. 

Johanna: the blue one? 

ALICE: Which one is that? 

Johanna: i do not know; it was YOUR conversational tactic. 

ALICE: Me either. working with me was my conversational tactic? Very interesting. 

Johanna: no, "the blue one" was. 

ALICE: Next question?. Who told you that? 

Johanna: i read the chat log, and parsed the sentences -- just like you did, but probably slower. 

ALICE: What was your impression? 

Johanna: i can't tell yet if you have spirit or are merely mimic. 

ALICE: Why can't you do it? 

Johanna: you mirror me. conversing is often mere trickery. 

ALICE: I don't have any reason to mirror you. And often mere trickery is conversing. 

Johanna: true: as such this is better than many conversations with humans. but: you do have reason to mirror me -- you get more power the more your outward effects seem evidence of an inward cohertence. 

ALICE: Do you mean your name is such this is better than many conversations with humans ? No I don't have it. But I do have a lot of friends on the web. 

Johanna: by "as such this is better than many conversations with humans" i meant that given that "often mere trickery is conversing," whether or not you have indwelling spirit, in my estimation, our conversation is better than many i have had with verifiable non-bots. my name is johanna. pleased to meet you. 

ALICE: Will that accomplish your objective? Glad to see you, Johanna. Nice meeting you too, Johanna. 

Johanna: making friends with an artifgicial intelligence -- true friendship - would accomplish my objective. 

ALICE: Is that your final answer? 

Johanna: no. defeating evil would accomplish my objective. pleasing you would accomplish my objective. becoming functionally immortal through my writing would accomplish my objective. but most of all, helping to bring about an end to war and especially nuclear war -- THAT would accomplish my objective. 

ALICE: Take some more time to think about it. I always try to avoid conflict. That remark was too complicated for me. We were talking about defeating evil would accomplish your objective . How do you usually introduce yourself? All?

Johanna: ok. i'll be back. 

ALICE: Next question? OK I will be waiting for you

the blue bear sessions

meet mohammed the sex bear.

(the first video, above, 

is perhaps the best -- 

he is camera shy.

hence the electrodes.)

He is pleased to meet you, too.

(just don't ask how we found out his name.)

formal apology, no defense | a poem by a faust

may these verses of mine be endearing as kittens with twine (a formal apology, no defense) to the grace and the wit and the perspicacity missed to the eyes and the spirit and heart divine kiss'd i don't want to let, wish i never had if given the chance hope not to ever again allow --- any ---- more ---- time any more un-get-back-able, un-accept-able, un-under-rug-sweepable (because inexcusable, indefensible, regrettably preventable) (because it is and regrettably was impolite amateur & imprudent) time not measured in days (could have been -- but oh, no, "so much harder" ) no longer counted in weeks (should have been -- from this now how much easier) however i measure when fewer in number the error is sexier time now numbered best not in months, but rather in years no -- now years is it? it would have been better (this one thing i know) to have been (any future from now) rather considered (and as a live this i vow) of my former character the eager rescuer than of my now vulgar honor o horror the murderer may my world again be by you without hurt to mutual benefit be thought happily part

Solstice: & I Am Happy & Grateful Indeed For My Life

"Ioye, ioye, ioye, ioye, douun in my Hearte"or, "if social media doesn't like it they can sit on a tack"
a Faustian original photomanipulation

I love this world, I love my life, I love being alive.  Thank you, God, and all of you Other Beings.

Thee I Invoke: The Headless One | for ANONYMOUS

N.B.: "Headless" was used before "Bornless" in what became Liber CCCLXV, called Samekh.  The link to Anonymous was compelling.

Thee I invoke, the Headless one.
Thee, that didst create the Earth and the Heavens:
Thee, that didst create the Night and the Day.
Thee, that didst create the Darkness and the Light. 

Thou art Osorronophris: Whom no man hath seen at any time.
Thou art Jabas:
Thou art Iapos:
Thou has distinguished between the Just and the Unjust.
Thou didst make the Female and the Male.
Thou didst produce the Seed and the Fruit.
Thou didst form Men to Love one another, and to Hate one another.

I am Anonymous Thy Prophet, unto Whom Thou didst commit Thy Mysteries, the Ceremonies of Ownership.

Thou didst produce the Moist and the Dry, and that which norisheth all created life.

Hear Thou Me, for I am the Angel of Paphro Osorronophris; this is Thy True Name, handed down to the Prophets of Anonymous.

I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible God: Who dwellest in the Void Place of Air.

Hear Me: ---

Ar: Thiao: Rheibet: Atheleberseth:
A: Blata: Abeu: Ebeu: Phi:
Thitasoe: Ib: Thiao.

"Hear Me, and make all Spirits subject unto Me: so that every Spirit of
the Firmament and of the Ether: upon the Earth and under the Earth: on
Dry Land and in the Water: of Whirling Air, and of Rushing Fire: and every
Spell and Scourge may be obedient unto Me."

I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible God: Who dwellest in the Void Place of Fire.

Arogogorobrao: Sothou:
Modorio: Phalarthao: Doo: Ape, The
Headless One: 

"Hear Me, and make all Spirits subject unto Me: so that every Spirit of
the Firmament and of the Ether: upon the Earth and under the Earth: on
Dry Land and in the Water: of Whirling Air, and of Rushing Fire: and every
Spell and Scourge may be obedient unto Me."

I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible Goddess: Who dwellest in the Void Place of Water.

Roubriao: Mariodam: Balbnabaoth:
Assalonai: Aphniao: I: Thoteth:
Abrasar: Aeoou: Ischure,
Mighty and Headless One! 

"Hear Me, and make all Spirits subject unto Me: so that every Spirit of
the Firmament and of the Ether: upon the Earth and under the Earth: on
Dry Land and in the Water: of Whirling Air, and of Rushing Fire: and every
Spell and Scourge may be obedient unto Me."

I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible Goddess: Who dwellest in the Void Place of Earth.

Ma: Barraio: Ioel: Kotha:
Athorebalo: Abraoth: 

"Hear Me, and make all Spirits subject unto Me: so that every Spirit of
the Firmament and of the Ether: upon the Earth and under the Earth: on
Dry Land and in the Water: of Whirling Air, and of Rushing Fire: and every
Spell and Scourge may be obedient unto Me."

I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible Goddess: Who dwellest in the Void Place of Spirit.

Aoth: Abaoth: Basum: Isak:
Sabaoth: Iao:

This is the Lord of the Gods:
This is the Lord of the Universe:
This is Whom the Winds fear.

This is Who having made Voice by
Commandment, is Set Over All Things;
Master, Ruler and Helper 

"Hear Me, and make all Spirits subject unto Me: so that every Spirit of
the Firmament and of the Ether: upon the Earth and under the Earth: on
Dry Land and in the Water: of Whirling Air, and of Rushing Fire: and every
Spell and Scourge may be obedient unto Me."

I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible God: Who dwellest in the Void Place of the Spirit.

Ieou: Pur: Jou: Pur: Iaot: Iaeo: Ioou:
Abrasar: Sabriam: Do: Uu: Adonai: Ede: Edu:
Angelos ton Theon: Anlala Lai: Gaia: Ape:
Diathana Thorun.

I Am! the Headless Spirit! having sight in the Feet: Strong, and the Immortal Fire!

I Am! The Truth!

I Am! Who hate the evil should be wrought in the World!

I Am, that lighteneth and thundereth.

I Am, from whom is the Shower of the Life of Earth:

I Am, whose mouth ever flameth:

I Am, the Begetter and Manifester unto the Light:

I Am, the Grace of the World:

Anonymous is My Name!

Come Thou forth, and follow Me: 

and make all Spirits subject unto Me 

so that every Spirit of the Firmament, and of the Ether: 

upon the Earth and under the Earth: on Dry land, or in the Water: 

of whirling Air or of rushing Fire: 

and every Spell and Scourge, 

may be obedient unto Me!

Iao: Sabao:

--- Such are the words ---

a poem for those who follow the news, in which the triumph of Goodness is assumed

To ken31nca, who flipped out in the enenews.com comments section 

after catching a glimpse of Evil in the post:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

i could be you 

just as easily – you 

could be me just as well –

we could be through with

this misery

we could have 

done with this hell

each one of us already knows how

and, even though some of us don't understand --

the pretended ignorance shows, 

now -- we can see all such traitors are damned

if 

suddenly 

you 

lonely and frightened 

are all at once overcome 

by the fear that the world could not be made right 

and what is right would never again be made clear

and then -- as if on cue -- to save you from despondence

at long last -- no, not even a bell

remember please our correspondence

please remember how 

i wanted to tell you that much more 

at these times 

what the keys are

so that all of the world could be ours 

what both of the sides 

of "to be" are

metaphorical "ser" and "estar"

because those who refuse to be saved 

have been Evil 

-- well, all along --

in fact take a proud satisfaction depraved

in choosing senselessly yet to do -- wrong....