Man is only man at the surface. Remove the skin, dissect, and immediately you come to machinery.
quote by Paul Valery
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Introduction To Post-conceprual Poetics(3)
post-conceptual poetics is a redefination of being a robotics in digital age, humanity in the conceptual frame of digital machinery, a machinery of reflection on the machinery set ut by I-machinery in the operation of social and intellectual capital.A dead butterfly knowing that she can fly over death with language of conceptual networks growing out of the mixture of digitalization and socialization-intellectualization process.WOW.
My Fortune
My fortune is big, bigger than oil and silver,
Open the chest of treasure which is hot and ready,
The skin has been contaminated, of goals and looks,
How are your messages recorded by the machinery?
My fortune died a long time ago, houses were fair,
Jokes were limited, never are they strong to live up to now,
Make the jest and keep order and justice.
I produce the machinery,
And you do the hard work.
My fortune is big, but I am biggest.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Robotic Things
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.
Signs come!
And...
Keep it in the right perspective.
Those exposing a wisdom,
Are ignored as bores!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.
Upheaval seen upon the streets.
Keep it in the right perspective.
And...
Poverty increases and defeats.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.
And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Human beings!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Robotic things!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.
Signs come!
And...
Keep it in the right perspective.
Those exposing a wisdom,
Are ignored as bores!
And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Human beings!
And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Keeping it in perspective.
They are...
Keeping it in perspective.
They are...
Keeping it in perspective.
Robotic.
Robotic.
Robotic things.
1-2-3-4...
Remove those brains and toss them on the floor!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
'Robotic things,
We need more! '
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
1-2-3-4...
Remove those brains and toss them on the floor!
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
'Robotic things,
We need more! '
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Skin
At first I see an open wound infected and disastrous
It breathes chaotic catastrophe it cries to be renewed
Its tears are the color of anger, they dry to form a scab to touch
Its stiff and resilient, underneath, the new skin breathes
As outwardly cliche as it may seem, yes,
Something under the surface says cest la vie
It is a circle, there is a plan dead skin will atrophy itself to start again
Look closely at the open wound see past what covers the surface
Underneath chaotic catastrophe, creation takes stage
Its all been saved with exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin
Its all been seen with esception for what could be
When will we be new skin
Fallacious cognitions spewed from televisions do mold our decisions
So stop and take a look, and youll see what I see now
song performed by by Incubus
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Live As If You're Getting What It Is
Remove the 'maybe'
From the things you need.
Remove the 'maybe'
From dreams you want to see.
Remove the heartache,
From those setbacks.
Keep on trying.
Your wishes with those wants,
Will someday end that teasing.
Remove the 'maybe'
From hope and faith.
Do whatever that hardwork takes.
Remove the sadness from your smile.
And live as if you're getting what it is...
And it's tasty!
Remove the 'maybe'
From the things you need.
Remove the 'maybe'
From dreams you want to see.
Remove the heartache,
From those setbacks.
And live as if you're getting what it is...
And it's tasty!
Spiced the way you like it,
And tasty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waterhaul
Press skin into skin,
just a fraction to gather the senses.
Still locking in mine, design,
just a scrape to uncover the evidence.
You won't remove me, not anymore.
So here we are, now it's obvious.
Candle lit to divide all your areas.
And inside all your barriers,
I'm defending my lines to ignite...
And I'll be this way forever.
Inside the locks hide,
so my faith can come outside and shine.
Besides it's why all these miles of road won't divide.
You won't remove me, not anymore.
And now it's where the secret's pushed behind,
with the lanterns to burn this inside.
And up there A SNOW-CAPPED ROMANCE where,
everything we build will come from our eyes...
And I'll be this way forever.
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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eroticism, you and I
eroticism is just the surface
the skin where i pierce
and make the necessary
entrance to your
heart to the bone of
my feelings, and if you
allow it
i may find myself
living in there: your heart
my love, our only dwelling.
you must let me pass the surface
so i can get inside
your eternity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Scratch The Surface
Scratch the surface serve a purpose
scratch the surface don't waste my time
Such empty life Such simple sheep night after night
herd to the creeps all hidden faults beauty is null
such shallow sight barely skin deep
What is the force that drives the superficial
tell me what keeps their minds remaining little
so afraid of what they'd see underneath the fantasy
so afraid to actually scratch the surface.
All mirrors hide Big money lies faillure inside
big lying eyes that's maybe why eyes are the soul
they take so much time big dollar signs
song performed by by Sick Of It All from Scratch The Surface
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I have deep respect for people's individual faith, but when faith gets connected to the machinery of state, or the machinery of hate, I find it very confronting.
quote by Andrew Denton
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As one looks across the barren stretches of the pack, it is sometimes difficult to realise what teeming life exists immediately beneath its surface.
quote by Robert Falcon Scott
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Landscape 28 Meniscus
The molecules of water are held together
By weak electrical forces
That extend in all directions.
At the water surface, the upward forces,
Having nowhere watery to go,
Lie along the surface
To form a thin skin, called a meniscus.
This is the skin that holds water drops,
Supports water striders,
Even skips stones.
I came once to an Adirondack Lake
On a still moonlit night.
The lake seemed full of fireflies,
Flashes of light in the water
As far as the eye could see.
I finally discovered the source of the light,
The sudden movements of water striders
Riding the meniscus
Bent the water surface
Into a curved mirror
That reflected glimmers of moonlight.
The Japanese make a flower arrangement
In a vessel with a perfectly level rim.
The vessel is filled with water
To a level above the rim
The water is held from overflowing
By a curved meniscus
That bends light like a lens.
In the center of the water
Floats a single perfect flower
That sends tiny ripples across the water surface
And crinkles the meniscus
When the vessel is vibrated.
poem by Stewart McKenzie
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If We Could Be Brought
If we could be brought to the surface
like a gleaming fish and served for supper,
if we could eat and swallow our own life
to make a good meal, if we could go fishing
for ourselves and feed on the gleaming
swimmer below the surface of our skin-
the fish that is our slippery life
and death.
poem by David Ignatow
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Engineers
All that we are
Is all that we need to be
All that we know
Is you and machinery
Were engineers
We are your heartbeat
We are your night life
We are your 'low-line
We keep you alive for now
Were engineers
We are your voice
We are your blood flow
We are your eyes
Were all you need to know
Were engineers
All that we are
Is all that youd love to be
All that we know
Is hate and machinery
Were engineers
song performed by by Gary Numan
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God isn't compatible with machinery and scientific medicine and universal happiness. You must make your choice. Our civilization has chosen machinery and medicine and happiness.
quote by Aldous Huxley
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Only what the Creator Knows
There are those who actually believe,
They can study the thought process...
Of another with misplaced effort and time spent.
And doing the best they can to dissect,
Only what The Creator knows is best.
And yet the ones who have elected themselves,
Authorities of human behavior...
Are the same ones finding it difficult,
To remove the collection of garbage...
Piled high in their own backyards to inspect.
Although expressing no interest in doing this,
Their noses are pressed up against...
The cracks of their neighbors' aspirations and deeds,
They do to complete a fulfilling of a lifetime of activities...
Needed by them on missions felt intuitively to accomplish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scenes Ever Never Seen
Ever seen light ridden heartbreak of a butterfly soul?
Fragile wings fragrance pure rising from the burnt
‘Tis said bees as well they die once they sting
The sting may be deep in your skin and still you live
But the small flying body buzzed off dies
I wonder where it goes.
It rings the bell, the bell of a song sometimes heard
А never seen - never written down wound of a song
It stings the skin surface scratch gives a little cry
The skin heals but what about the song
I wonder where it goes.
I’ll just never see.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Boots...
the boots of modern America,
are made of black skin, Native American skin,
poor white trash skin, migrant worker skin,
unemployed skin, homeless skin,
prisoner poverty street skin....
who will they walk on next?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A question of Morality
What makes an action right or wrong?
Do we decide this consciously?
or do we simply go along
with accepted morality.
If you must kill to save a life.
You can do but reluctantly
because its sets up mental strife.
Which interferes with liberty
of action which is needed to
remove the threat which you perceive.
Although the deed will trouble you,
you have to act as you believe.
To shoot a man who means to kill
someone you love is justified.
Although some moralists will still
deny you the right to decide.
I think we act instinctively
when there is no alternative.
Remove the threat decisively
an action which I’m positive.
Should not be seen as culpable
A fact that recognised by law
each one of us is capable
of being executioner.
When circumstance indicate
that we must act immediately.
There is no time to hesitate
considering morality.
We act because we have to act.
We have no choice it must be done
I choose to see this as a fact
although it won’t please everyone.
.5-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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But a rise in the wages of labour would not equally affect commodities produced with machinery quickly consumed, and commodities produced with machinery slowly consumed.
quote by David Ricardo
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Stinking Person
The chieftain stank, with tender skin,
Lungs of steel, breathing was still a problem.
He incurred a loss due to old age,
Scoundrel thoughts entered his stinking body.
His toilsome ways exploded on entry of old age,
Splitting him in half, to rule his breathing and smell.
To rip him, calculate the odor and think of ways to remove
Him from chieftain, remove him from authority.
He shall hopefully receive chastisement,
For being with contagious diseases.
This is nothing but the truth, for those clean,
And they shall inherit the world and the joy it contains.
poem by Naveed Akram
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