I believe that these devices like repetition and rhyme are not artificial, that they're not imposed, somehow, on the language.
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poem by David Keig
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Artificial Light
Slow dancing in a disco,
Standing underneath the light show,
Illuminated by the artificial light.
I disbelieved it at first sight,
I couldnt tell if she was black or white,
It didnt matter in the artificial light,
Artificial light.
Artificial light.
Artificial light.
Artificial light.
First time I saw her she was easy to know,
She had nothing to hide, she put it all out to show.
She didnt cover up or try to conceal,
I knew the way that she felt cause her expression was real.
She didnt cover up the inside,
She showed it all on the outside,
Stark naked in the artificial light.
Everybody gotta learn to relax,
To be yourself you have to put on an act.
Get together in the artificial light.
And if I saw her in the light of day,
I wouldnt know what to say, I wouldnt know what had happened.
I only wanna know a world below,
Where we can be ourselves beneath an artificial glow.
And if youre scared what your friendll say,
And youre embarrassed by the light of day,
Get together in the artificial light.
Everybody let yourself go,
Everybody to a floor show,
Get together in the artificial light.
Artificial light,
Artificial light,
Artificial light,
Artificial light.
song performed by by Kinks
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Repetition
You get up in the morning
And every single day
Is just a repetition
Its always been that way
You live alone inside your head
Incommunicado, in the land of living dead
Each days a repetition
Of the one that went before
Like watching an old movie
You cant sit through anymore
Why dont you kick the habit
And walk right out that door?
From all the repetition
Day after day
All the repetition
Its always been that way
Its in your head, its in your eyes
Youre boring and its no surprise
With all the repetition
Day after day
All the repetition
They say its time to start all over
And call it a day
But you go right back where you started
Day after day
You go right back to where you started
Day after day, after day, after day, after day
You look in the mirror
Is anybody there?
Its only a reflection
That doesnt really care
Youre a product of your time
Looking hard for something, but you never saw the sign
Lock inside a prison
But thats where you wanna be
Stuck in solitary
And youve thrown away the key
You say you want your freedom
But you dont wanna get away
Then you wake up, its time for you
To start another day
With all the repetition, day after day, all the repetition
All the repetition day after day
Another chance, another day
You know its time to get away from all the repetition
Day after day
How long you gonna sit and wait
Youre getting on its getting late
They say its time to start all over
And call it a day
But you go right back where you started
Day after day
You go right back to where you started
Day after day, after day, after day, after day
song performed by by Kinks
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Joy In Repetition
{crowd noise same as for alphabet street}
He like to frequent this club down up on 36th
Pimps and thangs like 2 hang outside and cuss for kicks
Talking 2 no one in particular, they say the baddest I am tonight
4 letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite.
All the poets and the part time singers always hang inside
Live music from a band plays a song called soul psychodelicide.
The songs a year long and had been playing 4 months when he
Walked into the place.
No one seemed to care, an introverted this-is-it look on most of their faces.
Up on the mic repeating 2 words, over and over again
Was this woman he had never noticed before he lost himself in the
Articulated manner in which she said them.
These 2 words, a little bit behind the beat.
I mean just enough 2 turn u on.
4 everytime she said the words another one of his doubts were gone.
Should he try 2 rap with her? should he stand and stare?
No one else was watching her, she didnt seem 2 care.
So over and over, she said the words til he could take no more, (no more)
He dragged her from the stage and together they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said tell me whats your name
She only said the words again and it started to rain (rain, rain, rain)
2 words falling between the drops and the moans of his condition
Holding someone is truly believing theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
She said love me, love me, what she say?
She say love me, love me.
Joy, why dont u love me baby, joy, why cant u love me baby
Joy, come on and love me baby, joy in repetition
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy, all my wishes add up to one
Love me, joy, love me, joy, love me, joy
Love me, love me, joy, joy, joy in repetition
Joy, joy in repetition,
Joy, joy (love me) in repetition,
Love me, love, joy, joy, joy in repetition
Joy, and Im gonna say it again, joy, joy, and Im gonna say it again,
Joy, Id like 2 go way up high and say, love me, joy
Ill say love me, joy
Joy, joy in repetition, joy in repetition
Theres joy in repetition
song performed by by Prince
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Artificial Things (Sextuple Senryu)
Artificial breaths,
Like mimicking feelings of
Love with empty souls,
Artificial love,
Like sex mimics of drugged, raped
Girls, being in chains,
Artificial sex,
Like mimicking life in the
Dolls for making love,
Artificial life,
Like raping dead women to
Sate sadistic needs,
Artificial need,
Like rape mimics during sex
For excitation
And excitations,
Like artificial breaths for
Necrophiliacs.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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The psychology of a language which, in one way or another, is imposed upon one because of factors beyond one's control, is very different from the psychology of a language which one accepts of one's free will.
quote by Edward Sapir
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Repetition
Im coming back to you
Just like before.
Ive been a lonely boy
Since I walked out your door.
If theres a life for us,
I dont know.
But I cant live like this
Anymore.
The time I spend alone has nothing to give.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
Repetition,
The only thing I can do.
Im coming back to you,
This time to stay.
If Ive learned one thing
Its that I cant stay away.
The time I spend alone has nothing to give.
The life I lead alone has nowhere to live.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
Repetition,
The only thing I can do.
And I can still recall
How you would hold me.
The way a vast wave
Broke so slowly.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
Repetition,
The only thing I can do.
Repetition,
And we can see this through.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
song performed by by Information Society
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Aberkah
British beauty!
The artificial moon,
The artificial spoon,
The artificial sun,
The artificial gun,
The artificial stars,
The artificial tars! !
Bun, dun, fun, run, pun;
But, with mercy and peace.
Buy, but, burr, bury, bun;
Under the shades of love!
And, it is no secret to all;
But, do make love with the only one you love.
Aberkah, era, ear, bear, bare, hear, are, he, bark, ark!
Near, the surface;
Like a fair trial,
But, you are very young at your age!
And, you need someone to guide you on;
However, your mind is miles ahead of you.
Encourage,
To buy and to bury it;
But, do have a blessed day! !
In the land of your muse with mercy and peace,
And like a Professor and his students.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Everyone, left to his own devices, forms an idea about what goes on in language which is very far from the truth.
quote by Ferdinand de Saussure
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The artificial and the real
In this world, the artificial and the
Real mix, and sometimes it is hard
To distinguish one from the other,
So here is the gauge:
The artificial man does not bleed,
The real man does,
The real man is not afraid to love,
The artificial does not
The real flower has a dew and
Can be torn apart and gives off a scent
The artificial flower gives a blank
Stare at you
And there is no question thrown
Away
The plastic, the wax, the foam,
The flesh, the blood, the sweat,
The dust, the stiffness, the wires
The feeling, the softness, the veins
But you must beware, I may feel you
And you may feel me, but I can still
Be not real, but artificial in some subtle
Sense, in some secret ways, so what is
The real gauge this time? It is just you,
Be real yourself, and let them be, whatever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In a sense, every form of expression is imposed upon one by social factors, one's own language above all.
quote by Edward Sapir
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Artificial Flowers
Artificial flowers to me are out of place.
You put them in your home
in a decorative vase.
They have no scent.
They look unreal
and collect too much dust.
Artificial flowers I suppose
are better than none.
But I'd rather have a petaled stem
even if it was just one.
A rose, a lily or violet
breathe like you and I.
Artificial flowers don't
even know how to die.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A baseball swing is a very finely tuned instrument. It is repetition, and more repetition, then a little more after that.
quote by Reggie Jackson
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Ambient Devices is what I call part of the Third Wave of Internet devices.
quote by David Rose
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Esperanto Despair
Imagine my despair,
on emerging from four-year,
self-imposed exile
to find the language
I had mastered
was now obsolete!
poem by Fred Barton
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There are already a lot of devices in our lives that have rich text or the ability to handle graphics. Our devices are designed to be understood in less than a quarter of a second.
quote by David Rose
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That Is Not Decided
What can stop...
Is a choice to drop,
One's pain.
Trapped within devices...
None of which is liked.
Inside a box,
Blocked.
Inspite of invitations,
To enjoy the outside light!
A struggle ensues.
As if delighted.
And a shading to shadow,
Any brightness,
Engulfs.
With an enclosure imposed.
What can stop...
Is a choice to drop,
One's pain!
But...
That is not decided.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now that digital lifestyle devices, tablets, wireless phones, and other Internet appliances are beginning to come of age, we need to worry about presenting our content to these devices so that it is optimized for their display capabilities.
quote by Mike Davidson
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A phrase begins life as a literary expression; its felicity leads to its lazy repetition; and repetition soon establishes it as a legal formula, undiscriminatingly used to express different and sometimes contradictory ideas.
quote by Felix Frankfurter
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To Rhyme?
I wonder now and again
whether or not
my poems should rhyme
if they should have a rhythmic
pentameter that catches the readers
like small fish out by the moonlit lake
where they jump for joy
when the humans have gone
For the world is filled of rhyme
as we whittle down our time
we spend it all down on this earth
the flesh decays and brings new birth
But then I realize
to rhyme is not my style
for at times, I feel that
more so than a line
the rhyme is a trap
more of a bear than a mouse
and I wonder if with my first couplet
where there begins a sort of catchy scheme
the readers bob their head to
-dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
and then they realize
that I've lost most of my flare
for my expression has been limited
by this beautiful
yet altogether mortal language
so with that
I continue to roll my tongue
as my fingers clatter on the keyboard
and I tell you stories
instead of singing you songs
poem by Jorge Garcia
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