We're quite into graphics that are simultaneously two- and three-dimensional. But I can't really elaborate any further because it's not something - we haven't really perfected it.
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Painting does what we cannot do - it brings a three-dimensional world into a two-dimensional plane.
quote by Chuck Jones
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Stanley Kubrick knew we had good graphics around MIT and came to my lab to find out how to do it. We had some really good stuff. I was very impressed with Kubrick; he knew all the graphics work I had ever heard of, and probably more.
quote by Marvin Minsky
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I Haven't Forgotten
I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!
I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!
I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Physical Presence
I leave as I enter
another boy caught in-between
now all I can muster
are whispers to your screams
don't you remember
how you eased my disgrace
don't you remember
the love you saw in my face
perfected in silence
a physical presence
perfected in silence
a physical presence
I sought affection
but now I realize
a cold rejection
the movement in your eyes
but I can remember
when you shook against me
I can remember
when I saw what love could be
perfected in silence
a physical presence
perfected in silence
a physical presence
ain't what she did
it's the way that she did it
when I couldn't give
only she could forgive it
ain't what she did
it's the way that she did it
as long as I live
it's for me to re-live it . . .
silence . . .
part of the answer
is that there's really no escape
part of the answer
is that life can have such perfect shape
don't you remember
all the nights you shared in my disgrace
don't you remember
that the love that filled this empty space was . . .
. . . perfected in silence
a physical presence
perfected in silence
a physical presence
song performed by by Level 42
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I Really Haven't Got The Time
(Mike Pinder)
You want me to ride
In your car outside
Spend some time with you
Just an hour or two
But I really,
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
I'm a busy man
Workin' when I can
I got no time to lend
I got no time, time to spend
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
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I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Workin' nine 'til five
Got to stay alive (I've got to stay alive)
Find somebody who (Go find somebody who)
Got some time for you (Who's got the time for you)
But I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Really haven't got the time
(Really haven't got time)
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song performed by by Moody Blues
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A Physical Presence
I leave as I enter
Another boy caught in-between
Now all I can muster
Are whispers to your screams
Dont you remember
How you eased my disgrace
Dont you remember
The love you saw in my face
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
I sought affection
But now I realize
A cold rejection
The movement in your eyes
But I can remember
When you shook against me
I can remember
When I saw what love could be
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
Aint what she did
Its the way that she did it
When I couldnt give
Only she could forgive it
Aint what she did
Its the way that she did it
As long as I live
Its for me to re-live it . . .
Silence . . .
Part of the answer
Is that theres really no escape
Part of the answer
Is that life can have such perfect shape
Dont you remember
All the nights you shared in my disgrace
Dont you remember
That the love that filled this empty space was . . .
. . . perfected in silence
A physical presence
Perfected in silence
A physical presence
song performed by by Level 42
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Seem to be telling this, but really telling that. Three-dimensional writing, like three-dimensional chess. Nabokov was the other master of that. You could learn something from Nabokov on every page he ever wrote.
quote by Donald E. Westlake
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Two-dimensional dream
If you called me 'two-dimensional', I guess
I'd go away and think about it - is he
insulting me and if so, how?
Though in a sense, all of us here in cyberspace
are two dimensional, to each other?
There's one time, though, when two dimensions
would be a blessing: like today,
when the cutely photographed brochure
for IKEA, the flat-pack furniture giant,
thudded through the letterbox
with its cosy nordic world as fresh and clean and scented
as a newly-built sauna just fired up;
then the two-dimensional me
could simply slip like a well-trained bookmark
between page 24 - 'a welcoming family room'
and page 25 - 'a bathroom to relax in'
with a pine-scented sigh of relief
that I wouldn't have to drive ten miles,
queue out of sight of the parking-lot just to get in,
then after checking what was out of stock,
go home and try to put the bloody thing together
despite the missing bolt.
You'll find me there on page 25,
under the artfully arranged bubbles, relaxing
in my carefree, blond and nordic way,
smiling the smug smile
of the sterile two-dimensional.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Instinct perfected is a faculty of using and even constructing organized instruments; intelligence perfected is the faculty of making and using unorganized instruments.
quote by Henri Bergson
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Craddock’s Time Theory Age Relative
light years apart
in space time
continuum
youth three-dimensional
stretching into mathematical models
age a fourth dimension
spatial dimensions
our spacetime passing each other
is space and time in a single continuum
our shared Euclidean space
on this plane of existence
is but the trap of physical flesh
our atoms bound at every point
in three-dimensional Euclidean space
by flesh infused fixed points
determined by three coordinates
yet our thoughts are timeless
infinite bound by no scientific laws
they can flow spread be anywhere any time
in universe at instant thought speed
instant in arrival at multiple locations
they enter into realities past curved space
worn holes are for porous slow minds
higher dimensions bypass imagination
non-Euclidean geometry the cage play pen
Einstein’s general theory of relativity
a manifold universe of but three
dimensions of space one of time
denies all time existing simultaneously
within a God state span spun within eternity
supergalatic subatomic levels are but focused lenses
begging new observations into eye opening realities
unperceived ignored unknown awaiting perception orientation
before eureka moment God reloading reality matrix
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Very Strange Desire
I want you to give me your love
But I don't want to be unkind,
Don't you know that this type of loneliness
Is enough to turn a man blind?
How I long to elaborate
On the dreams that I haven't defined,
So give me your friendship, my love,
And we'll see what joy we can find,
Give me the sort of pleasure
That the gods in their wisdom designed
And in the end let me urinate
In the golden latrines of your mind! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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I Am Tired Of Simple One- Dimensional Poems
I AM TIRED OF THE SIMPLE ONE- DIMENSIONAL POEMS
I am tired of the simple one- dimensional poems-
I want my irony back
And my contradictions and ambiguities-
I want the beauty back of a phrase which says more by itself
Than I initially intended it to have-
I want a way of writing which is a way of multiplying meanings
Not making them seem so simple singular and clear-
I want my Poetry back
But I fear I have lost it,
And it will in no way come back by itself soon.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
But yes I'm still running
You broke the bonds
You loosened the chains
You carried the cross
And my shame
And my shame
You know I believed it
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
song performed by by Cher
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Wounded Soldier
I haven't got a name
I haven't got a name
No one even whispers in my ear
I may aswell be blind
Cos no one's ever looked in my eyes
And i don't really see the point in me been here
No ones ever held my hand
That i've felt love just from touch
No ones ever acknowledged me
Or liked me very much
I'm just a shadow
On the wall
Someone to get trampled on
And laughed at when they fall
I'm just a broken soul
An empty shell
How long have i got left?
How can you tell?
I haven't got a name
I haven't got a name
No one even whispers in my ear
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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The Karate Girl
I am the karate girl in town and,
I am seeking for your love;
For it is just a great joy to meet you and to know you.
I have been sleeping for four hundred years but now,
I am awake and to love you;
I am like the flying insects that walk on all fours,
And like two turtlrdoves and two young pigeons;
So stand straight on the doorway of love and,
Let me warm you up with my karate-movements.
I have a skin of milk to let you sleep all day,
And like the bull and the goat;
With the two-dimensional arrays of love to share,
For my act is all that you need tonight.
The source of my flow,
The nakedness of your law had exposed us!
And from the three-dimensional arrays of love,
But we are now like the sheep and the cow.
Twelve loaves of bread from the source of my milk,
And of the four-dimensional arrays of peace;
I asked for your name and you gave me your nakedness,
Because the highways were deserted as we walked along.
They've taken the spoil and the plunder,
We've taken our love and out emotions,
And like the sword without and the terror within!
But i am still the karate girl on the mission of love.
I am here to love you and,
I am filled with the spirit of wisdom to teach you;
For my trade is full of energy and of the movements,
But you will surely catch up to me on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I got my diploma from Ealing College of Art, in graphics and illustration.
quote by Freddie Mercury
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A Quartet
PROTON-ENHANCED NUCLEAR INDUCTION SPECTROSCOPY
Famed pioneer of
N.M.R.in non-liquids
Alexander Pines
literarily known for
an engaging acronym.
LOFTY THOUGHTS
Pencilled crosshatching
parallel for strength and depth
fibre girded Art
the biomechanical
hydrostatic cylinder.
REALLY LOFTY THOUGHTS
Our measuring stick
four-dimensional spacetime
empirical rule
bluntly one-dimensional
yes-no, more-less, zero-one.
UNRELATED
A hatchling bonds with
a curious onlooker
duck and hound
recalcitrant chemistry
of contrary misplaced love.
poem by Diane Hine
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There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough.
quote by Irwin Shaw
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Aim at perfection, be satisfied with excellence
Aim at perfection
But be satisfied with excellence
As absolute perfection is
Unattainable
We say in science
Absolute zero is unattainable
Perfection means zero defects
In the product or outcome
And it means zero deviation
In the process and systems employed
While excellence in performance is
Being ahead of most of others
With regard to process and
Quality of the product
And this is achievable
It is well known and established that
Imperfection and randomness
Are the essence of survival
And the nature has all its biodiversity
Because of imperfection and
Deviation from the norms
Insistence on perfection
May lead to failures
And likely win you more foes than friends
You may even leave a scar in the hearts of
Your own people and friends
If you zero in on perfection only
The fact remains
There is no perfected art
There is no perfected process
There is no perfected write
All await your touch
And improvement therefrom
You do not compromise either
As you will be struggling to
Excel all others
Target at the best
Arrive at the best possible
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Loads of computer graphics equals a terrible video in my book.
quote by Dan Hawkins
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