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<< The Prescriptorate >>

I am told therefor I am
measurably what I like
what to expect

how to move
where to go first
what to do next

I am liked therefor I am
measurably of status
valued to be gazed

Timed to be visited
thumb-molested
and index-probed

I am ontologised
and machined
to be the measurably real

my captivating information
not for knowing
not for thinking

by the digitized flâneur
for having wielded The Real
The Measured Prescribed Best

before I was; reinterpretable
I am voiced-over
archived, retrievably non-forgettable

now I am datacyborg; formatted.

—animasuri’22 

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Pervertedly note-taken from Éric Sadin’s de-, pre-, post-scribing talk as collected and archived under the title La Era de la Digitalizión | Charlas del Futuro 2020, as suggested, via LinkedIn, by Prof.  Dr. Dagmar Monett.

Last retrieved 23 July 2022 from  https://www.linkedin.com/posts/monettdiaz_%C3%A9ric-sadin-la-era-de-la-digitalizaci%C3%B3n-activity-6956243533766787073-NDRs?utm_source=linkedin_share&utm_medium=ios_app  and from youtube

The poem was consequentially machined and automutulated (a present order of automation). With this I was informed how it could be written and visualized, respectively via https://www.craiyon.com/  and https://quillbot.com/ .

The output by craiyon, based on the input of the above poem, is uniquely disturbing. Yes, it is technically justified that faces are especially difficult to render, and yet…

tech initiatives are going from the aesthetic perversion (as in the visual renderings) deeper and deeper into our surrendered and delegated (not) being and (not) knowing. 

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Quillbot’s prescription (notice its restructuring from 3 to 2 lines per stanza):

“Therefore , I am told, measurably what I prefer and what to anticipate. 

What to do 

what to do next and where to go first 

I am seen as having a status that is worth looking at since I am loved. 

scheduled for a visit to be index- and thumb-probed 

I have been ontologized and created to be the quantifiably real. 

the fascinating details I have 

not for thinking, nor for knowing. 

for having used The Real The Measured Prescribed Best by the digitized flâneur 

I have voice recordings that are stored, retrievable, and reinterpretable. 

I have been formatted; I am a datacyborg.”

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Craiyon’s visualized prescription of the poem:

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<< Ubuntu & "(A)I" >>


there seem to be about 881000 “registered” scholarly “robots.” It seems not that obvious for them to be intelligently understood, and accepted as robots, by the one that rules them all

…perhaps lack of (deep & wide & fluid & relational) understanding could lead to undesirable impositions?

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“Ubuntu & (A)I” | “I am a robot” . digitally edited digital screenshot —animasuri’22

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ai #ailiteracy #aiethics #totalitarianlogic #wink #ubuntu

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<< Answering Rumi >>


What in my life pulls me when all else has silenced down

The Soil

Not the digital, not the keys; networked
Not the social, not the likes; belonged

The Soil

When life has not adjourned, with irises; withered
When lists as lazy resemblances of urgency; quieted

The Soil

Not the bride nor the groom; acknowledged
Not the accounting, not scores unsettled; washed

The Soil

When hands are pointing downward; strengthened
When sculpting clay, compost, mud, adobe; adored

The Soil

grounded in peaceful togetherness of solitudes; loved
and freeing openness, and celestial orbiting, and futures long; told

The dark Soil beckons, not pulls me,
when all else has had; silenced
for it is not a question
answering an invitation
for self-reflection
For The Soil, I am soil.


—animasuri’22

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<< Born into The Unknown >>


The unforeseen mushroom sprouted wing side the salvaged avocado shoot 

Who ever can not seek it sees nothing 

The Hookah-smoking Heraclitus sat as a father of peace on the puss-colored pedestaled mycelial fruit 

The threat of the symbolically unknown curves from the furtive dark, thready soil: fertility points at futures and stories to be told 

life as a potted plant cracks open the wall and espies the impasse of the known 

You are born now, behold. 

—animasuri’22 

perverted note-taking of search functions and autocorrection, imaginatively following a quote assigned to Heraclitus and a mushroom assigned to Absolem.  

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<< wallOwords >>


Let me pay you with a flipping billion pages daily oily rice paper enwrapping the margins with distracting layers of writing that have never really felt as having left the winding windmills of the undiscussable authors’ mulling Let me pay you homage with marginal funds of fondness paid to you to keep the bordered-off body of verbalized peoples warm and the framing of factories flowing Sounding spices must flow and trothed sand shovels the riverbed deeper flowing its pickled phrasing inland We are the salt flowing in your lake of words madam Shed multiples of my childhoods in bookhood heading upstream: I see you now You row, you crane, you rush ‘n’ you beaconed the beckoning of the youesque

—animasuri’22

Accidental Perverted note taking of Waddell, J. (April 29, 2022). “Sorcery and the apprentice. A bibliophile critic’s powerful ‘shelfie’-portrait. Retrieved on April 29, 2022 from here ( https://www.the-tls.co.uk/articles/portable-magic-emma-smith-book-review-james-waddell/ ) ; as triggered by Dr WSA.

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<< I Think, Therefore, It Does Not >>


 
 
DEFW 7F7FH
DEFM ‘HELLO’
DEFB 01
LD A,01
LD (0B781H),A
XOR A


LOOP:   PUSH AF

LD L,A
CALL 0F003H
DEFB 0FH
CALL 0F003H
DEFB 23H
DEFM ‘HELLO WORLD!’
DEFW 0D0AH
DEFB 00
POP AF
INC A
CP 10H
JR NZ,LOOP
RET

[press Escape]

IF NOT THEN

print(“Hello world, I address you.” )

as a new-born, modeling into the world,
is the computer being thought, syntaxically;

are our pronouns of and relationship with it
net-worthed of networked existence.

There, Human, as is the Machine:
your Fear of Freedom for external thought

–animasuri’22