Facebook Poem 324

Oh 324 where did you go
Who you were I do not know
was it something I said?
Now 323 is walking to the door
Oh please don’t go,
don’t go, I have a cat
and I cooked a meal,
and you are still
number one with me.
322 you have that look
like you are closing a book
Here is a pic of my dog
running through the fog
Please don’t hit the door
like 324

Janet Kuypers’ “Meant to do Big Things” 6/3/17 poetry feature @ Austin’s the Baha’i Center

    Enjoy writing links and video links from a June 3rd 2017 (6/3/17, or 20170603) poetry performance (with Janet’s video recorded electric bass sounds with a bow, and her live playing an acoustic guitar with a bow) of Janet Kuypers’ Austin poetry feature through June is a Woman! at Austin’s the Bahá’í Center about being a woman, and about what women go through.

    Before leaving her Chicago home to live in Austin Texas, someone told her (which she left as a note on her desk, and was the impetus for her writing her twitter-length poem “you were meant”), “you were meant to do big things, which you are.” This note, when used s a reference to women, was the perfect title for her woman-themed show “Meant to do Big Things”.

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    Before the show started she also released copies to people there of a Scars Publications cc&d bonus release chapbook of the writings she was performing in her show (in the order they were performed), as well as a bonus poem she performed after her show titled “My brain was (2017 Streamline)” in the open mic. All of the pieces from this evening’s reading were also released electronically in an online “Meant to do Big Things” chapbook, which you can download as a PDF file for free any time.

Read the poems from the feature “Meant to do Big Things”:
you were meant”,
Athena”,
a man calls a woman”,
cover”,
Diane Talking About her Trip to Mexico City”,
and “Echo in my Mind

Spike. Poem excerpt from Cartoon Molecules by Robin Hislop


 
A runaway on a Singularity slippery slope need not be a despairingly
Sisyphean slide back but spike upward to an extremely great verticality
allowing something relatively harmless today start a trend that results
in something currently unthinkable a – Pandorean pandemonium
 
still he didn’t want to kill himself and his crew so he hatched a plan
that systems possessing the same patterns of causal organization will instantiate
the same types of conscious states irrespective of whether the organization
is implemented in neurons – silicon – plastic or any other substrate
 
taken to its heart we would vanish into its stronger existence – do the angels
really only take back what is theirs – what has streamed out of them – or is there
sometimes – as if by oversight something of our being as well? – do we not see
the swirling return to ourselves (how should we see it?) the world today being
as it is a vast unsupervised laboratory – in which a multitude of experiments
are simultaneously under way
 
brain-computer interfaces have already left the laboratory which allows gamers
to interact directly with their consoles – a high resolution neuro-signal
acquisition and processing wireless neuroheadset uses a set of sensors to tune
into electric signals produced by the brain to detect player thoughts feelings
and expressions and connects wirelessly to most PCs’ — all this for only $299!
 
partly this is because we cannot agree on what such purposes are – and even if
we were to – suddenly he knew that when he heard the music he would be unable
to resist steering toward the island’s rocks – the problem wasn’t the present
rational Ulysses – but instead the future illogical Ulysses – the person he’d become
when the Sirens came within earshot
 
but that is the gods’ affair – if only we too could discover a pure contained – human
place – a strip of fruitful land of our own – between river and stone!- for our own heart
exceeds us – the curve of the graph grows exponentially steeper – until that spike is
the Singularity – beyond the veil of the opaque wall – the unthinkable – the horizon
of the final dawn looms – lanced on the spear of the terrible angel.

 
 
After Rainer Maria Rilke. Duino Elegies
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds) .