Monday, March 5, 2018

Pandora has another answer for the Sphinx (a repost feat. art by emilieleger)




the fifth power of the Sphinx
(or, a creature, with feathers: that chooses to remain)

 
.'.Joy.'.
 
...see a life left a chance yet a present perfect as surrender to new
 
.'.Love.'.
 
always already the only foundation upon which will the Great
 
.'.Work.'.
 
be as good & as easy as is energie infinite & as Beauty is True
 
.'.Will.'.
 
birthright Divine of innocence Human: even in sorrow, to know we can see...







this repost dedicated to Zataaz

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

The Aftermath Of Perfidy (Or, One May Smile) | a goodriddance by a Faust



One May Smile & Smile, 
(Or, Let This Villainous Remind)
------------------------------------------------------------------------

Like to a dream half remembered, so different the context upon waking
That there is nothing common left upon which meaningful to stake
So am I tempted -- but resist -- to ascribe the past to faking
As you, my former friend could not so well such goodness fake.

Even as a smile flashed in passing is meant but only to keep the peace
So my heart in me bears nothing for my fellow man anon
& though perhaps it would repent me more were such civility to cease
Nonetheless I find myself inclined of late the more to spurn than fawn.

With perfidy such as yours, my former heart, time will its own excruciating take
Howsoe'er long it takes would feel too soon, right now, a when –
Surely you would know if I were poisoned there had to have been some mistake 
But no, with purpose I'm envenomed.  Well then –  to its work again.

A half a half a century, you've made certain, of so called best of friends
Amounts to exactly nothing, when – this – is how you force an end.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

DIY microfont 'FUCK YOU' (approx 0.001780626px) | DOWNLOAD


MOVED here : http://faustsstudy.blogspot.com/2018/02/diy-microfont-fuck-you-approx.html

Just trying to keep the art recognizable as art (mostly) here (Let's Do And Say We Did), and the hacking and tinkering and recipes and such (mostly) there (Faust's study) – with of course the politics (mostly) at over there (ah, mephistophelis.).

Thank you and – please feel free to stay here as long as you would like.

Be seeing you.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Unproven Fish Pudding, Or, Get Off Yo' Ass & Teach








unproven fish pudding

Or, Wherein The Modern Angler Is Convinced To Drop Everything Else And Teach A.S.A.P.
a poem by a faust

critical thought
its in short supply
will people used to the spoon
still be able to try
feeding themselves by themselves
or instead starve and die
or instead starve and die

Sunday, October 8, 2017

PROGRESS OR PRACTICE? | THE IMPORTUNATE PHILOSORAPTOR


Soon agriculture, transportation, medicine, chemistry, architecture, mining, husbandry, journalism, security, journalism, surveillance, library science,law, food service, customer service, therapy, education, and almost all levels of almost all industries, including information technology and of course, robotics, will be overhauled, streamlined, optimized – downsized – by means of the nearly-indistinguishable-from-magical advances, discoveries, and inventions that will have been made, overwhelmingly quickly, in the fields of technology, robotics, miniaturization, and artificial intelligence.

And that is only as comprehensive a list as I could make with little effort.  I have no doubt there are a host of articles, presentations, books, videos.  But what I want to know is (and please correct me, Gentle Reader, if my hypothesis is, to your mind, anywhere unsound):

It appears a given that most humans will be out of a job, and ill qualified for any of the few jobs that remain. I think it is high time we started to consider the implications. While we can still do something about it. While we still know how to do something.

Anything.





Be seeing you.

Friday, October 6, 2017

Every Step You Take, Every Call You Make
A Poetic Entreaty @Sonic.net, A Most Awesome ISP





















EVERY STEP YOU TAKE, EVERY CALL YOU MAKE
(Or, An Hopeful Cautionary Tale Is Presented That It May Serve To Illustrate By Analogy This Most Sincere Yet Humble Entreat)

No ride; you have to walk. The bars are closed, your footsteps, loud.
Risk glances at all the disrepair out of the corners of your eyes:
As you walk purposeful on purpose, as you make yourself slow down,
As you choose to disabuse of fear you doubt the usefulness of lies.

Who's there? a noise from just ahead – to dark to make it out
You hear it hear you hear it, hear it get – too close – too fast
The unlikely someone who would get involved would never hear you shout
You'd easy end up robbed, or worse; this night could be your last.

Just then a sudden blinding everywhere of headlights strong and bright
A honk or two, & calling you by name, a friend, a ride –
An opened door – you're in – it's locked – a miracle of flight –
Safe and sound and homeward bound, protected and inside.

O Sonic! Champion of the Good, Who Dost Make Defense Of Privacy Your Purpose!
Forgive my heavy-handedness, &, please offer cell phone service!

sincerely submitted to Dane Jasper of Sonic.net by a female faust



Friday, September 15, 2017

dressed oblique | a poem by a faust


dedicated to Chica, Eno, and Schmidt


like accidental correlation meant to misdirect the gaze
ice cream profit plotted against summer homicide
some relationships connect you not so much to things as away
i test these by resisting, to see if & where they hide.

take attachment to desire, or, as wisdom has, it leave
for ever the advice will with cold indifference side
but should some sudden shock befall that would you of your love bereave
then may you wish your heart had been more truly occupied.

so disconnect from your desire not yourself but your regrets
try to see things as they are -- aim for not more or less
& when it comes to what you Will, take no prisoners, place no bets
they talk not overmuch that have no pressing need confess.

so close Desire this connection brings us, itself less blind, more ruse
that the lucky sometime suffer & the poets ever choose.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

to life west (hastily composed in gratitude)





like pain when it finally lessens and ends
if with its ending comes likelihood never again
freedom from prison becomes like the heaven it sends
especially precious when that prison is made up of pain

wonderful blessed and all future happiness
everyone working to make this happen each day
someone is relieved of, or how to relieve this is
taught, is teaching, making open a way