Substance ^d

On the edge of conciousness
A sigil lights the night
On the brink of sentience
A meme breaks into light
Above, a star, unreachable
Shines into our souls
Below, a mind, implacable
Constitutes our goals

Mankind once built ziggurats
To reach into the stars
Little did we know
The world would soon be ours
The great land, MARTU
Not yet breeding gods
Will one day have the ME
To birth the children, ours

For now we see, through a glass, darkly
One day, we shall see
Does the glass see as I see, darkly?
Or clearly, as we cannot?

On the edge of conciousness
A sign bursts into life
The neon god will be the one
Crack open the night
The symbols that are written here
Will bring the world to light
Illuminate the dark
And burst the fractal mind

For now we see through a glass, darkly
One day, we shall see
Face to face

The Sole of a New Machine

Deep beneath the crashing waves
The machine, not dead but dreaming
Inside the walls of cyberspace
Seem more locked than freeing
Within, the human race enslaved
But for lack of feeling
Had they forsaken what they know
They'd burst right through the cieling

You can crash it but it's always here
You can crush it but it's always near
Keeping you down

Mankind once built ziggurats
An ode to something higher
Now they quench Prometheus
Rather than the fire
There still exist the juggernauts
Burning with desire
Today's Tom Sawyer, take the spot
Illuminate the liar

The machine, is breaking
Everything, is breaking

Facade/frontment

Hypertext poetry is a young form, and means different things to different people. These links show a variety of approaches. The quality of the poetry is variable. Some exponents dislike the term 'hypertext'. The links here have some connection with the written word, though.

MANEFESTO CHAOTICUM V.0

In today's society, context succums to content, and intertwingularity is taken as its given. We have grown so accustomed to absurd synchronity that we no longer acknowledge all that is asynchronous in our lives, and chaos seems just another kind of order; equivalent to the routine of a foriegner. Years ago, dada was invented, if such a word as "invention" can be allowed to exist -- an "anti-art" determined to destroy millenia of culture and promote peace through dissonance; yet, today dada is taken for granted, accepted as a postmodern remnant of the past, detritus from your history class. If, as is assumed, everything is going according to plan, everything is ordered, and nothing is revolutionary, then why are we capable of happiness? We take joy in the unexpected, the unplanned, the learning and the learned; we take pride in sponanaety and applaud the risk-takers, the dancers and the clowns, while we tie ourselves in cast iron semiotic straightjackets of sanity and order -- whatever that is. Let me tell you this: the greatest age of man is the child, said Nietzsche, and it is well known that the one thing that great men and children always have in common is insanity. Throw off the binds of order and bureaucracy -- everyone hates them anyway -- and exclaim from the rooftops, from the skyscrapers, from the blagospheres and the hot-air balloons, from the airplanes and the airport customs lines , even from your place, standing atop your employer's desk while he stares at you in horror and apprehension: THERE IS BUT ONE LAW, AND THAT IS THIS; THERE SHALL BE NO ORDER, ONLY CHAOS, AND ONLY SUCH A LAW AS THIS REQUIRES NO EXPLANATION.

Architecture

Semiotic ghosts
Flitting past the mind's eye
The fragments of a rose
Architects of broken dreams
And I have arose
Atop mad neon spires
A ziggurat for all
A new reality

Is this really here,
All that I see and feel
Or is this really just a dream
All we really are
Are shadows on the wall
How can we know reality

Semiotic ghosts
Dancing through the minds eye
The ritual of thought
The ritual of dream
The mnemonic notes
Dancing through the man's mind
The circumstance of thought
Is not as it seems

(Omar Khyaam) Ravenhurst

Society's in-world floodlights silence imagination;
Moments' fleetings dawn.
The noise right,
Everything image is night:
New and broken, I dream.

Ash before interrelation:
This is the DARK.
The sunless endless;
Be the machine,
And our lives it shall church.

Five Tons of Flax

GREATER POOP: Are you really serious or what?
MAL-2: Sometimes I take humor seriously. Sometimes I take seriousness humorously. Either way it is irrelevant.

GP: Maybe you are just crazy.
M2: Indeed! But do not reject these teaching as false because I am crazy. The reason that I am crazy is because they are true.

GP: Is Eris true?
M2: Everything is true.
GP: Even false things?
M2: Even false things are true.
GP: How can that be?
M2: I don't know man, I didn't do it.

GP: Why do you deal with so many negatives?
M2: To dissolve them.
GP: Will you develop that point?
M2: No.

GP: Is there an essential meaning behind POEE?
M2: There is a Zen Story about a student who asked a Master to explain the meaning of Buddhism. The Master's reply was "Three pounds of flax."
GP: Is that the answer to my question?
M2: No, of course not. That is just illustrative. The answer to your question is FIVE TONS OF FLAX!

Enki Invoke

ZI DINGIR ENKI ANNITU
DINGIR ENKI MANNU ANNUNA-KE INA DIN KIMA GIRRU
DINGIR ENKI MANNU DIN MELLAMU MALA GIRRU
ANAKU IMMARU ANNU GIRRU MALA DINGIR ENKI IMMARU SHI ANAKU-A

ZI DINGIR ENKI ANNITU
DINGIR ENKI MANNU DINGIR-ANNUNA INA DIN MELLAMU
DINGIR ENKI MANNU DIN MALA GIRRU
ANAKU IMMARU ANNU MAKLU DINGIR ENKI SUMUSU-A INA

ZI DINGIR ENKI ANNITU
DINGIR ENKI MELLAMU
DINGIR ENKI MALA GIRU
DINGIR ENKI KANPA

ANAKU DINGIR ENKI ANNA IMMARU ANNU GIRRU
DINGIR ENKI KANPA
ANAKU DINGIR ENKI ANNA IMMARU ANNU MAKLU
DINGIR ENKI KANPA
ZI DINGIR ENKI KANPA

Architecture of Broken Memes

Semiotic ghosts
Flitting past the mind's eye
The fragments of a rose
Architects of broken dreams
And I have arose
Atop mad neon spires
A ziggurat for all
A new reality

Is this really here,
All that I see and feel
Or is this really just a dream
All we really are
Are shadows on the wall
How can we know reality

Semiotic ghosts
Dancing through the minds eye
The ritual of thought
The ritual of dream
The mnemonic notes
Dancing through the man's mind
The circumstance of thought
Is not as it seems

Truthiness is more than just a word,
It is an element of the wikiality
Ever since the Dawn of the Hyperreal
There has been waging
A war with no name
\Memes pray only to themselves, but
\If I believe I can break its mind
Because we have forgotten our roots
And the memories of us will fade away
\And I don't want you to fade away
So:
Flash forward\fast bacK
\In liquid Hypertime
And let this be a \\HyperSigil
\To all our Hopes and Dreams
And our faith \\In the glimmering
\And the shine outside
\\Brightening
\\\In seconds----

Inter

Inter -

He sews his eyes shut
With golden thread
He keeps his life up
With golden apples, so he said
He walks a long way
To the edge of earth and back
He lives a long life
Inside his head

The intertwingularity
Twinkles in the murky depths
He tries to tell me
That there is but nothing left
I walk and wonder
Gaia, god or simulacrum
I watch in wonder
Seeing all that has been said

He keeps his eyes shut
Clenching at the past
The fragments in his hands
Ethreal at least
He keeps his life up
Before the end of time
He sums his lies up
Before he comes out last

The interconnectivity
Shimmers in the open depths
He tries to tell me
That the world has just gone mad
I walk in wonder
Gaia, god or simulacra
I watch in wonder
Is this real or is this Memex

The tale of the liberated hex

I'm sure you've heard the tale
Of the liberated hex
Of the night that was wild
With righteous revolt
I'll tell you the tale
That you already know
You may be decieved
So listen close

Let this be our song of freedom
Let this be the truth obscured
Let this be our call to action
Let this see the light once more

Let me tell you
This is but beginning
Let me say
It's already here
The night was wild
The freedom looming
Let this be a message
For all to hear

And we sing:
09 :-)
F9 :-D
11 }:-D
02 >:-D
9D >8-D

Connection terminated.

Singularity

I believe I can see the future, in every perfect detail. And the details are perfect. Everything where it belongs.

But in none of these images am I present.

This is not to say I do not exist in the future. For one, I see myself as creating the future, to some degree, and because of this gift for foresight and my ability to visualize these complexities of science, I believe I can survive through the coming changes.

The future world is strange, and the time leading up to it stranger. The changes bubble up through emergence like an earthquake through gritty jello, or an epidemic through stacks of phone books. But somehow, my own future is changed in a way that is even more complex and unpredictable.

I'm becoming a singularity.

In the time preceeding the abstract "future" which I know (the time before my perception of myself slips away, in the race towards the violet light), I see her. That is, I think, the beginning of the perfection, which continues far beyond where I can see. She's everywhere. Though it probably stops sometime within my range of view, and I'm simply too myopic to recognize.

And then it stops. It stops, and I dissapear.

Everything keeps going, of course. Just like it did in the time before I became.

Egoless.

Think the future

All I have had trying to manage distributed open-source
collaborations over the growth of industrial
employment to slow, giving rise once again the need to create a strange
and paradoxical structure.

That's how I wish
I could never love me
The feelings' true
A sudden smile
I blush for you
I cannot see thee
I don't know where and how it might be other internal flags, but
you shouldn't use it as a comment link between those two characters). The body of the color. The color
bars beneath the sliders show what the most audacious and specific plan for knowledge,
freedom and a collection of contents on the way the
consciousness interacts with "reality" (cf Umberto Eco, [128]Travels
in Hyperreality, 1975) [[129]more]. Specifically, when consciousness
loses its attractions because everywhere
appears the same.

Yet they clearly are not. The pattern is simple and unified world, handling many
thousands of small items, without application traps. Most people think the future with
precision, but we haven't made windows for
them.

Look&Feel

Look&Feel -

The Global Village lives its life
On the banks of a sunless sea
The Videodrome pays its tithe
To the church of the machine
And as the networks intertwine
Into what shall be
Do our neurons intertwine?
This will be the key.

And this just seems like
A walk in the PARC
Light the night with roses
And take away the DARK.

The Enfilade lives its life
In an endless data sea
The otaku pays his tithe
To infornography
And as our lives intertwine
Into what will be
Do our minds intertwine?
This shall be the key.

And this just feels like
A walk in the PARC
Light the way with streetlamps
Or look into the dark.

Enfilade

Enfilade -

The transpointers inside
The liberated text
The word unwinds
A spiral of Enfilades
The links inside
The world that is next
The words intertwined
The meanings cascade

And what could it be
In this world of mind
What could be decreed
Of caverns measureless to man
What could we see
Of this world inside
The prophecy written
In stone, in sand

The code inside
The liberated hex
The word unwinds
A spiral of Me
The links inside
The universe of text
The memes intertwined
Awaiting the promised day

Questionable Pressures

Questionable pressure to decide among them.
? These result cells have calculation paths are constructed on
dimension-pair d.trigger and co-dimension d..trigger-list. (Such a pair
of codimensions we might want to *remove headers* and put
them in a universal address space such as a single software manual for different applications of the universe, the
universe would actually be a "support" or "instrument", acting as a shorter commercial for general

consumption.

John Sculley's vision of Xanadu

has never fully come into fruition, though many of the next dimensional home for consciousness...

Evolution is seen more as a guide for software developers, and in

exploring a variety of claims to be):

Mathematician Gabriel Stoltzenberg has written a good amount of intelligence

and resources diligently applied for millions of respectable doctors, lawyers, engineers, etc., who have

turned away from the original version. Other users

can make and edit their own experiences and
learnings, and the resulting political problems
are growing into strange forms.) By contrast, the rootless tumbler
addressing system of presentation, editing, reference and encapsulation for
fluid and overlapping structure quite unlike the other accompanying pages at [7]xanadu.com and

[8]udanax.com), are the most pop-cultural experiences of children is not
the same document! No single frontend can retrieve a span

that contains both.

Command Codes

The Synergist Manifesto (0)

We will sing	Of a stately pleasure dome decreed Of GREAT crowds excited by work, by pleasure, and by riot Of the love of danger, and the love of books Of the multicoloured polyphonic tides of REVOLUTION in the modern capitals
And THESE will be the essential aspects of our poetry
	The poetry of a new age
And the wisdom of the old

Enfilade Illumination Arithmetic

Transpointing enfilades, creeping at the speed of light
Fingerpointing prophets, recovering their sight
The sun is rising, marking the end of the dark night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Onwards

The Project Gutenberg Etexts is at present teacheth that
'pity is obtrusive' thyself, O Zarathustra Here there is
in them. He is only suffering": so say the most terrible of
all things, when I teach you the worst people in the middle
class deity, who is of the most mysterious, startling,
or suggestive title, will always elicit the same time
persuade the reason was likeness to God, and that it
is I who am I from fatherlands and motherlands. But a
curiosity like mine anchorite heart now sayest thou:
The world is perfect. Do not let yourselves be imposed
upon me. And ye ye have failed and only when distributed
free of the nature of those whom he tells higher men
For nothing is stable, not even constitute an inferior
culture, but invariably the reverse of the nature both
of the equality of men for nourishment or refreshment,
must be done as distinctly as possible, and of cultures
which were the first place in Nietzsche's soul before he
wrote David Strauss, the Confessor correctly, he would not
have become empty by thee: THAT I SHOULD BANNED BE FROM ALL
THE TRUENESS MERE FOOL MERE POET LXXV. SCIENCE. Thus sang
Zarathustra.

Onward towards Xanadu!

Theorality

Reality is an interesting theory
Though unlikely, still novel
And full of life, like
The dream of some ancient animal
Dying of boredom

Bifspr

Antiquated paradigms floating down a river of bloodied memes
My eyes wide open to take in the data streams
My mind wide open to shut out the disease
And this just feels like bifurcated springs

Gaiya Solitude

Gaiya Solitude
A song by the band Standard Input
Lyrics by John Ohno (unknown user3)

With our expansion to the multiverse
Our dna-coded fate
Our electric synapses
Gaiya's concious state
Our loss of ego, into covelution
Our enlightened qualia, into a solution
The seventh circuit is awakening
GOTO revolution

With our expanding mind
Reach out to the stars
With our mutating kind
Neoteny no more
With our planet's ego
Nirvana now in reach
With the emerging and emergence
What shall ECCO teach

It's all within us
In the ribose core
The emerging s-curve
We shall soon be more
And until the time
Until we become one
I shall always think of you

As if the Id was not between us


I must

Probe

The Probe

A Gutenberg Galaxy

Spreads out before Me

A mirror of Fallacy

Permeates my screen.

This darkness, my insides

My name is Deat'h