I have no idea how this will go down, I just wanted to try and break a little new ground. Or old ground if you're a fan of Joyce and Woolf etc (not that I'm comparing myself to them).
I hope hearing people do voice impressions of you hasn't made you feel self-conscious and try to change your style! 😄
Nevertheless this was a great read, and it's often how my own mind works, flitting from thought to thought, from association to association. While I do not yet know where this train of thought will take me, there are strange connections made which bring together a multitude of ideas, and which, in its irrationality, is ahead of the rules which determine AI. This is why you can never be replicated. Your clever approach to piecing together these disparate fragments of reality is a kind of irrationality that only a human can make.
Oh for the world will burn, committed by young and old, for means unknown, for only those upon their golden chairs have a bare idea as to why.
For those after, unaware, will rise like fire to burn away the ashen cold, civilisations come and go, but nare does the essence of man.
Death toll, a bell is rang, for a dinner plate the grime reaper stands, stands over all with watchful eyes, for she sees clearly mans demise.
And so, just like man, fads come and go and never last, a voice speaks to me of a king Ozy his name, of great works now ruin in the sand.
Cycles in linear path up and down they travel but never flat for long, we may say, we but little few, down the hole we go and others up and out, but both forget what comes when one hits that limit either way up or down.
For Doom of man is deaths embrace, and all his works laid to rest in place.
Glory and hounr for those to come, to repeat the folly of ancestors past, great in bone, flesh and sinue, in spite and malice and temper and rage.
For although Ængland, green pastures and all, have been desicrated by I'mtraitors and thieves, there is no where I would rather be but Ængland home to something soon to be.
Download an older version of the app, my hardware is too old for the latest version... A mirror set aside with only dreams of a days bike ride with a pound in my pocket for a meat pie and drink, and lounging in the sun on a hillside before meeting up with a lesser love in life.
Reading it feels very strange to my senses and also a strange understanding at the same time. We need to invent our new beginning of the future after their plans turn to shit or it will be back to the horse and cart or maybe the wheel .
I have found the design agency that selected the names for the overground lines. Reading their case study is interesting to see the insanity in action https://dnco.com/work/transport-for-london
I work in this field doing these things and if you are interested and I can tell you more about how the insanity works from the inside.
Stream of consciousness takes a heavy buy in….i used to have it for Virginia Woolf but now I see her for the proto whining over privileged self obsessed half baked feminist victim she always was. Ahead of her time, yeah but not in a good way. Joyce is best at the very short stuff, otherwise too self indulgent for me.
Theodore Dalrymple is brilliant on Mrs. Woolf, he has a couple essays on her that pin her down without squirming room, worth a read. His literary criticism is superb.
I really like your experimental pieces. I was disappointed in the recent interview when you said your more depressing pieces get much more attention than the upbeat or spontaneous nature walk ones, because I love those.
I have no idea how this will go down, I just wanted to try and break a little new ground. Or old ground if you're a fan of Joyce and Woolf etc (not that I'm comparing myself to them).
I hope hearing people do voice impressions of you hasn't made you feel self-conscious and try to change your style! 😄
Nevertheless this was a great read, and it's often how my own mind works, flitting from thought to thought, from association to association. While I do not yet know where this train of thought will take me, there are strange connections made which bring together a multitude of ideas, and which, in its irrationality, is ahead of the rules which determine AI. This is why you can never be replicated. Your clever approach to piecing together these disparate fragments of reality is a kind of irrationality that only a human can make.
Cheers. And no haha I've heard people doing impressions of me for years.
It is interesting that AI could not (YET) beat consciousness itself.
"Well hello there again folks!"
"They're. Fucking. Working. On. It. I says with gritted teeth!" Lmao so funny
I'd say it's gone down rather well, wouldn't you? Not undeservedly.
Perhaps it is good that Mr. Dick never lived to see that many of his worlds and ideas came true.
I'm pushing the envelope a little here Prude. My ''Unplugged'' phase.
Oh for the world will burn, committed by young and old, for means unknown, for only those upon their golden chairs have a bare idea as to why.
For those after, unaware, will rise like fire to burn away the ashen cold, civilisations come and go, but nare does the essence of man.
Death toll, a bell is rang, for a dinner plate the grime reaper stands, stands over all with watchful eyes, for she sees clearly mans demise.
And so, just like man, fads come and go and never last, a voice speaks to me of a king Ozy his name, of great works now ruin in the sand.
Cycles in linear path up and down they travel but never flat for long, we may say, we but little few, down the hole we go and others up and out, but both forget what comes when one hits that limit either way up or down.
For Doom of man is deaths embrace, and all his works laid to rest in place.
Glory and hounr for those to come, to repeat the folly of ancestors past, great in bone, flesh and sinue, in spite and malice and temper and rage.
For although Ængland, green pastures and all, have been desicrated by I'mtraitors and thieves, there is no where I would rather be but Ængland home to something soon to be.
Great!
Got inspired to try my heart at a poem, love your work as always, May the Gods be with you and yours cocker.
Excellent.
Download an older version of the app, my hardware is too old for the latest version... A mirror set aside with only dreams of a days bike ride with a pound in my pocket for a meat pie and drink, and lounging in the sun on a hillside before meeting up with a lesser love in life.
Thank you for all you do
Thank you!
Morgoth has gone Faustian. He's on the quest for infinite syntax.
Joking aside, it's always great to see these forms used to create something more than mere content - an act of rebellion in itself.
This was
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Glorious.
Wow cheers John.
Robert Redford nodding dot gif
Nice poetry here or ugly poetry but important because of that.
This is really, really good. The sort of writing that slips into your brain and sticks.
Thank you.
"They're. Fucking. Working. On. It, says I with gritted teeth." This was priceless, I'll always think of this when I look at AI
Reading it feels very strange to my senses and also a strange understanding at the same time. We need to invent our new beginning of the future after their plans turn to shit or it will be back to the horse and cart or maybe the wheel .
I enjoyed that.
We can't go back, I wish we could. We only go forwards.
Shame Richard Burton isn't around to read it for you
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gymiPlOqsY0
DYLAN THOMAS - UNDER MILK WOOD. 1954. RICHARD BURTON
Maybe we can AI it....
ouch
I have found the design agency that selected the names for the overground lines. Reading their case study is interesting to see the insanity in action https://dnco.com/work/transport-for-london
I work in this field doing these things and if you are interested and I can tell you more about how the insanity works from the inside.
Ok....
My friend,it has been such a pleasure seeing you progress and grow your craft over the years. Very interesting, and well done.
Morgoth, this is your best work in terms of evoking a feeling of nostalgia and what could have been.
I think we'll with with works of art like this. That feed the soul and fuel the body to action.
Best,
Chris
Stream of consciousness takes a heavy buy in….i used to have it for Virginia Woolf but now I see her for the proto whining over privileged self obsessed half baked feminist victim she always was. Ahead of her time, yeah but not in a good way. Joyce is best at the very short stuff, otherwise too self indulgent for me.
Theodore Dalrymple is brilliant on Mrs. Woolf, he has a couple essays on her that pin her down without squirming room, worth a read. His literary criticism is superb.
I really like your experimental pieces. I was disappointed in the recent interview when you said your more depressing pieces get much more attention than the upbeat or spontaneous nature walk ones, because I love those.
Dalrymple is brilliant in general. An incredibly lucid mind, that one.