re-occurs hon

medical imaging technique detects and records human emotion, or, Fuck Friendship

Hamlet, William Shakespeare, Act I Scene V ll 106-109.

subject A (unaware of test):
Female, three months from her fiftieth birthday

subject B (aware of test):
Female, one month from her fifty-first birthday

Image taken at the exact moment a friendship of over twenty years is thrown away.

This device, still undergoing testing, produces extremely precise images of emotional biological states.
B purposely betrays, insults, and ridicules A, repeatedly, and irrevocably, in an effort not to honor a previous agreement to split sum of money that A and her partner, C, helped B to recover after B had been injured by persons not mentioned. The agreement having been made years earlier, B waits until, the work being done, the money assured, minutes before the award is announced, and then turns without warning into a vicious cunt. The imaging device that produced this picture was put into place that morning under pretext, producing the following results.

NOTE:
Two images were taken, of each of the subjects, but only one, that of A, was recoverable. It is shown below. It was discovered, when examining the results, that in the case of the second image the biological substrate was too degraded to provide any useful data.

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friendship, or, not this again

friendship, or, not this again, by a female faust

consummatum est (or, "...a mi madre") | a poem by a Faust

Consummatum Est

(...a mi madre)

May this -verse be neither ob- nor con- but, 'cross the uni-,  trans-;

A sword alike the Sonne, whose thorough penetrating fire,

to us two whom yet together trussed become as palms of Hands

that shadow dreaming memory the Moone reflects desire.

for behind all Love is Agency found secret, intertwined

far from distant landed gentle here by now a days' declared

to threaten promise both and each by each as some are minded

only with already having done that been and cared

like receivership Divine from which to benefit if needed

that because it is Divine gives no suspicion ground or reason

let not that language in which meaning must be clothéd to be heeded

be weaponized even as we find declared an open season

a palimpsest forensic revealing oft rescripted roles

words like the soul within us if they could ought not be sold

MEMENTO MORI

le pido a Dios pueda volverte a ver

Luisa Maria Romero-Ortiz

August 19, 1929

to July or August 2016.

Peace.

May evil be vanquished one day forever.

memorial service to be announced.

Sonnet: Because Nonetheless Now And So

As always with verse here, original, do not reproduce without attribution.



Comments, I have heard they happen.

Careful Feedback To A Fellow Blogger (Or, Perhaps A Sonnet)

A Sonnet To My Beloved, Legibly Reprinted

the original is here.

Upon Revisiting samy.pl, Or, What Someone's Girlfriend Thinks Of How They Met Samy Kamkar

Happy New Year, Samy.

Upon Revisiting http://samy.pl

or, What Someone's Girlfriend Thinks Of How They 'Met' Samy Kamkar

by a female faust, drafted this eighth of January, 2016

How fucking cool is Samy must needs be measured in surprise

again, anew, re-realizing -- which sets it quite apart

from all for whom (reputed) coolness does their cranium resize

because here with genius, purpose ethical: because this one has a heart.

...as any fool (not jealous) learns from briefest introduction

to Mr. Kamkar – to his work, that is – the magick of his code – 

I have heard some even go so far as to describe this as seduction,

for which they have but their own selves to blame, as they impatiently download.

More to the point, by which I forcéd am, such flattery to write:

not only because aforementioned, because these reasons do not fade;

the years have served his purposes to show much more less wrong than right,

upon such ground foundations of great Work indeed are laid.

In the end but exorcised futility, this rhyming bit of fluff:

for as long as Samy lives to code, it will never be enough.

Happy New Year, Samy.

If you read my poems, please consider leaving a comment.  

Comments are why I post.

Comments make me happy.

Thank you and -- 

Be seeing you.

A New Year's Celebratory Sonnet Dedicated To Some Hacker I Never Met

::ring ring::

::ring ring::

(over the loudspeaker)

"its 2016.  Samy kamkar, 
paging Samy Kamkar...
Samy Kamkar,
please step to the white courtesy phone...
oh and do have a happy new year, Mr. Kamkar...."

"Upon Revisiting http://samy.pl, Or, What..."

No Fantasy — a poem by a faust

title a nod to the Madwoman of Chaillot:

No Fantasy

or, what what is will have been seen to have been

always and me special even now life amazes

this most from the looks of it moment

the least of which singing in praise for the ages

though the everyday barely would comment

if such transience it into cognizance raises

although proper politeness would blush and demure

still glances perception search myriad ways as

it honest to honesty honestly were: 

seeing mine doubt of nothing 

out of you seeing me knowing 

out of each and both ours 

this perfection becoming 

out of darkness so still hours wrapped up in the cold

thankful again just to be here to feel sunlight and morning

may you and yours your Divinity bless 

answering meet and swiftly our gratitude

with beyond expectation's success

– over Evil the triumph of Good – 

over Evil the triumph – of Good – 

dedicated to yar

Solstice 2015 

by a female faust

People, Or, Why I Don't get Out Much (The Talk To The Hand Version)

"People, Or, Why I Don't get Out Much"
©1980 by a female faust.
Reproductions unauthorized without permission.
Credit where credit most assuredly due:  
"Talk to the Hand" image by aliee-s on Deviant Art. 

Be seeing you.

To Jeremiah Young, who died before we met, I think

 

to jeremiah, who died just before we met, i think

(a poem by a faust)

a friend of a friend 

upon whom did depend

all manner of things now set free

a few days ago through 

some people i know

wrote some words that managed to reach me

after he died, 

after he died --

between that moment and this one he died --

everything strange no doubt rearranged

but how could it be, to me

how is it this way for me?

that each separate word nevermore to be heard

as should be, said by him, properly

now only in silence 

in the mind of a stranger

speaks 

as soon enough mine will, 

for me.

Death sucks.
Be seeing you.

mikey likes the illuminati

i am so tired of the stupid illuminati-as-bad-guys disinfo bullshit.
it was tired when it was born, four hundred years ago.

its tired now.

only difference is that then, the fit though few cogniscenti
all thought it was too silly a flipmode to ever be believed.
Giordano Bruno warned us about the media.....

little chains of love that they bind around your minds.


so, ineffectually perhaps, i played with some equations
as i meditated on these things.

h/t to @ArtofeVan.

 

Be seeing you.

The Nervous Leader, a meme from a faust

badly photoshopped by yours truly.

For more info, read about the 'nervous leader' here.

Be seeing you.