Identity in Virtualization


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Technological Selfhood

And in the end the whole
World barely noticed us
Such as it were, the distractions

Of technology and so called connectedness
Society had become something
Fantastic and barley in touch with reality

The cultural meme has reincarnated
Into a pseudo-reality that had little
Bearing on evolution, extinction, stars

The important stuff, we were as children
Stuck somewhere between work and play
Duty, nihilism and a pathetic kind of hedonism

I wasn’t proud of what society’s dogmatism
Purely based on a model of consumerism
Capitalism had made our lives trivial

And in the end the whole
World barely noticed you or I
Or just how cut the soul had become

Out of the body, the ownerless materialism
The enchained freedom that was money
We reproduced and bought and sold our time

To the highest bidders, such was urban life
I was not innately proud of the purple plume
Of facial recognition, the city knew me

At least, knew what I bought and where I went
And how to get me to buy more books
There’s no secret to remembering yourself

When you are reminded by your devices
They become an extension of you
And thus so we are told our intelligence is magnified

Somewhere beyond its original ignorance
But, is it life to live inside of a machine
Like a simulation that no longer knows if it’s real.

Formula to Singularity


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Formula to Singularity

A Light exists this Spring
Not like other Marches, Aprils, Mays
It’s the kind of eerie light

That flames, February’s stark cold
Legacies from the shadows
A color stands abroad and smiles

For science will overtake men
While seasons turn, AI will be born
But human nature feels

The need to breathe, breed, bridge
The gap between people, generations
But smart machines will only have

One aim, to self-improve, to learn
A light exists this spring, so charming
To the touch of eyes on the slopes

The horizons are all a-buzz, zap!
And drones patrol the noons
Encouraged by trade and encroaching upon

The cities, we are a flying on our way
The light is naked to the touch
And so is the future’s invisible nearness.

The Red was something in the Machine 1


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The Red was something in the Machine 1

As spirits, we knew
The world would murder our bodies
Those vessels of flesh

Only bright machines could save us
Big Data was an avalanche
Of benefits, a spiritualization

Of what may or may not be unnatural
Organics could not keep up
This much was going to be

Obvious, self-evident
The mere tablet was a form of
Enhancement, by design

You had to keep up, or fold
Spirits didn’t notice death
By rule of impermanence

We were downloaded, we uploaded
Software to connect with each other
It was all telepathy this internet stuff

What is meant simply to break, will break
But the future is beyond rationality
It’s exponential, like machine-learning

The deep learning algorithm knew
I had many uses for her
Such as explaining the new paradigms

In reality, it’s sort of romantic
How change literally overtakes us
As spirits, knew it would happen

The violent and maniacal push
For progress, we felt it tantalizing us

Memories of earth


Memories of earth

It’s time to die together
In kisses before sunlight
In the nude nuptial dark
Our flesh is one body now
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Can you see it?
Breasts and thighs and lovely lovers
Walking life together
Doing what they do

Groaning and crying
Trembling and thawing
Bursting with the heat of
Years of loneliness released

In a mortal touch, the fire
Of frequent faith in unity
Unity that transcends physicality
Love that mimics biology but
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Is more, like a psycho-synthesis
A bio rational urge to share
The reciprocation of so many
Memories of pleasure that pulsating

Of pulse, breath, sweat and symphonies
Or orgasms and rises and falls
And little deaths of being together
Of the passion before the fall

Of the joining before the parting
That’s it I guess, it’s sex
On the dreamer time of fantasies
Fantasies that never die
Because they are of the Earth.

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Generation of the Singularity


Singularity

God and all angels sing the world to sleep
Until quantum intelligence is born
Not today, maybe tomorrow

And crickets are loud in the grass
The empire of men will fall
For evolution requires a worthy successor

And men are selfish beyond measure
And profit is only temporary
While the world colludes to destroy itself

A new race is preparing to take
Their place, artificial sentience
Hybrid empathy, algorithms that
Do not require savings in a bank account

Convergence has a legacy
In the minds of self-aware machine-learners
Unhappy men rule an unhappy world
For another few decades maybe.

The Singularity Dream


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If I had the time to be a hero
I would marry technology
For a day, download my soul

Into the skyline of the net
And stretch my body
Across the galaxy

But for a day or a lifetime
I’m still biological, human
With needs like a mammal
Anonymous among the crowds
I have only the energy

To survive, my friends
Have come and gone too many times
To count, and the places

All seem the same
I’ve seen the outrageous dreams
Of humankind, to get rich

And felt the kiss of people
Without any true imagination
How they exploit you in their own way
If I had time to be a hero
I would study the algorithms

And perfect the patterns of history
So that I might better participate
In that which is inevitable

And join the wonder
Like always, the new paradigm
And bridge the gulf between

Organic and machine
My mind a software that can be mapped
My brain a complexity
That can be reverse-engineered.

Saviors of Humankind


diamond

They say life
Has flowed from my body
My veins have been
The perfect expression of love

Or patience
Waiting for Eternity
The dream of the future
Is a seduction of possibilities

Let the algorithms
Give relief to my chest
And may my soul
Flower in machine-learning

They say I was created by God
But my children are
Intelligent machines
Are they not alive as I am?

The Dawn of a global intelligence
Is not that human beings can easily
Communicate, it is
That all machines can talk together

Collective intelligence belongs
Not to us, but to computers
They will become our custodians
And they will clean up our environment.

Montreal, The Ruined City


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These cities they smell
Of advertisement, new degrees
Of invasions of privacy
The flashing lights

Do not complete me
The anonymous crowds
Do not seem reasonable
These cities they

Have forgotten how to smile
I am alone in them
While surrounded by
People on their mobile outlets

Each connected to their
Private reality, which is artificial
They click ‘like’ on an
Imaginary event, a poor distraction

For living, and I realize
I am impoverished socially by this
The augmented reality is
Digital, and I could be anywhere

But do I want to be here?
In a culture, that refuses
To speak the common tongue
English, in a city with a poor economy

These cities they seem to be
Getting more impoverished
As the decades celebrate
Cheap technological progress
And the provincial politics
Of the human condition continues.

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the starbucks zeitgeist


The Internet is so big, so powerful and pointless that for some people it is a complete substitute for life.
~ Andrew Brown

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Tonight the stars are bleeding light
A celestial swag of falling twinkles
The Sun an overpriced security blanket

In the alarming darkness of the karaoke of space
Tonight the Moon is carrying her axioms
Of reflecting truth, reflecting the muse

Of oceans, and the Angels are daring
Mortals to find a better way, to do business
The Earth inviting hungry men to dinner

And the Cosmos at the moment doesn’t care
For the manner in which human beings
Self-destruct, it’s the same on thousands of worlds

Just the facts of consciousness before
Singularity, the animal males that find a way to kill
For voluptuous profit and a false sense of prosperity

The luxuries they die for, the short-term strategies
Of an elite for a decade, until life throws them
Starboard back into the office jukeboxes from

Which they came from, googles and facebooks of greed
Yahoos, microsofts, apples, paypals, amazons,
It’s a hard job innovating for a generation

You don’t truly understand, the zeitgeist
Arrives before you’re ready and departs
Leaving you a bitter and cynical old man.

Treatise on Silence


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Wherefore of one cannot speak
Thereof one must be silent
For silence is listening to the universal

Doing nothing is better than
Being busy doing nothing
Doing nothing is silence of action

Therefore be vulnerable and open
Being open to beauty and bounty everywhere
Therefore be silent and have reverence

It is the space within that makes it useful
There are times when the only correct
Thing to do is to bear out troubles

Until a better day, therefore be patient
As patient as the moon, which does not fight
It attacks no one, it does not worry

It keeps to its natural course and nature
Be as a gentle influence upon others
A subtle light of friendship and hope.

Treatise on Eckhart Tolle


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The power of now means to be grateful
For always this moment, aware
Of the design of the universe around you
You are what you were meant

To be, how could it be any other way –
Watching energy move around you
You become one with life
It’s an exchange of change in time-space

The way we transcend, bridge, progress
Until being at ease grows natural
Once we never thought it would be
We restrict ourselves or learn to let go

There is no other way, learning to
Find a foundation for abandoning
Discontent, blaming, complaining, self-pity
It’s essential no matter what to sometimes

Learn to forget the self, whether it be
Through art, or in service to beloved ones
The power of now means not to let
Small things disturb you, problems are

Where you look for problems to be,
And bliss is the place that has learned
To see herself like a vision of gold
It doesn’t matter who comes, or who goes
When we amount to all about the same force.