Saturday, November 9, 2013

Raft attention

I just cannot do it.  An arc that is gentle and calm that follows, I feel like a joiner, who sets down to work, and is immediately rejoicing and praising the knots of the wood and tracing each stroke and following every-path back and forth and some other direction, it would not serve well enough to delineate in such a path... you know?  One that is most sincere. 

Sunday, September 22, 2013

On a thematic system of linguistic summation

You recently have approached me, on the street or a small, disused alley cut into a building by localized typhoon, regarding the matter of a book of poetry utilizing direct integer translation and story summation.

The concept evokes a good issue about symbolic language, that is the concept of numerical addition as a story is theoretically sound, but often illegible.  One story may be written as, using your example as A is 1,

I have walked downtown to see the parade.
9 8-1-22-5 23-1-12-11-5-4 4-15-23-14-20-15-23-14 20-15 19-5-5 20-8-5 16-1-18-1-4-5 
add
9+8+1+22+5+23+1+12+11+5+4+4+15+23+14+20+15+23+14+20+15+19+5+5+20+8+5+16+1+18+1+4+5

371

You may recognize this as similar to constructing sigils; the meaning is still there, and the experience is the key.  However, this story also coincides with another story:

We will swallow our eyes and bones.

23-5 23-9-12-12 19-23-1-12-12-15-23 15-21-18 5-25-5-19 1-14-4 2-15-14-5-19
 ->
23+5+23+9+12+12+19+23+1+12+12+15+23+15+21+18+5+25+5+19+1+14+4+2+15+14+5+19

371

If your story was "371" i don't know (?) how to translate this without other variables. there is a chance i will get it ?"right" and the experiential construct still remains, but it may not be "as you intended"

This is why i suggested matrix operations.  If the numbers are demarcated into a field

23 5 23 9 12
12 19 23 1 12
15 23 15 21 18
5 25 5 19 1
4 4 2 15 14
5 19 0 0 0

we have the capability of presenting any amount of operations to create a scalar, inasmuch as we may create matrices that allow operations to become another story-matrix, assuming they span a generating set.  However, this is only less vague, and would require at least two numbers as variables instead of the plain summation. 
The question "what do we do with the huge total" is, again, an issue because we don't know the field.  We can guess, but I cannot be certain the story is not the repetition of the letter 'A' 371 times.  There could be an implied field but that would, again, have to be understood to fully translate.  As fine as it would be to create a storybook of pure summation, there is not much a reader may do with the final number, concretely and "without" experiential translation in and of the abstract that formed the number - perhaps not to be confused with guessing, but your intuitive poetry book is unlike you. (Jokes)

Assuming an amount of works written in this integer order, it would be difficult without offering compromising variables or instructions.  Howsoever, there is another option - suppose instead the field is implied through the story itself.  One may take careful detail to use the same words over and over, and to have the sums imply a field; that is:

tiny boxes i love it
t i n y
b o x e
s i l o
v e i t
 20+9+14+25+2+15+24+5+19+9+12+15+22+5+9+20 = 225

clearly it is the square of 15, so with squares we might imply that the box is square. we could go further and only use squares of numbers, like an entire section for 'O' (15) which this falls under, or go simpler and just use the implication of squares.  That isn't enough! We need to repeat words.  How does this work?  If we repeat some part of a phrase that adds to 80, it could be another phrase that also adds to 80.  The size of the matrix and context limit the number of answers, but there are still possibilities.

However! we may go further.  rather than simply showing the numbers, we can draw the numbers in different ways, again, like sigils. 

Again, this is a bit esoteric and implied, so there will arguably "always" have to be some further variable, if one is to disregard a collective abstract and look at it through the essentialist lens of "this is a book".  How frightening! 

We could also, rather than summation, show a series of matrix transformations, but again, this would look like a system of instructions rather than one number, which is against the point again.
The joke, really, is the idea of a purity to transcend a system of instructions by one summation - what else?  That summation is already inherent in all things, but I digress heavily (further jokes).


So, say in the end we just have a bunch of numbers.  Maybe they're square, maybe not; the implications might not be readily available.  They do tell a story, of their own shape and their formation, and it is honestly fine that there are many translations.  The "final" methodology of telling the story is to make the book of numbers instructions on how to read it.  This could be done by further summing each story into one letter (to taste, double digits are extant) and explicitly writing the instructions on how to take apart each number, via backwards instruction, or the words each contain that would be helpful to take it apart - that is, if all stories are constructed of the same few words, then by explaining all of the words the story can be put together in some order, and perhaps the order of the words in each story may be explained by what section they are put in, perhaps the reason it isn't "i love it tiny boxes" is because the "tiny" section, as explained by the full summation and translation, comes before the "love" section. 

I'm rambling, is this close to what you want?  You wanted the big number to be split again into the small numbers, there are many doors; explicit instructions, elimination of variables, ciphers, matrix instructions, etc; but how do you like to go about this? each number has a taste, yes, but, funnily enough, we both have this same number presented and have arrived in different ways at it, our 371.  It's good poetry, but I don't know how you like it presented? let me know.

Thanbks,bkslblaebkja

Monday, June 3, 2013

i t had always been seedlike

lately or sohaveyou i've been working (re: becca: WORK) on a sort of aspect of conglomeration, inasmuch as the lengths of wire don't need to be so separate and may be together in order to cultivate a connected mindful state; why can't the same area house different tools, why take measures to cut pieces for inspection and integrity , the entire abstract is the integrity (integration) just as it is only rational in a whole.  The next project is inspired, i think, it will work

it will come (re: joyous orgasm)

Saturday, June 1, 2013

shades thereof

wanderlust
bog beckons, "fertile, weak soil, 99¢/lb. great fruits of your labor, drown here"
mortal becomings frillop pointedly, catching near-shadow to arc blissfully on tattered framework, upward lightning brittly mimics, rending and jutting, tensile boughs to drop and wither, curling about with roots to chew in the harsh buzz of the swampy miͬͤth, grasping, "shiver outward, know the bargains, open your hands, thief"
 can
and you are brought into a wracking pit where the piercing insectile whine echoes between your teeth, and you are happy, you are joyous, the work provides you with a sputtering decay where you may toss fragrant petals into a blank-wavering maw touching end-over-end, which lilts the fray at mind-shadow, pressing your eyes, magnets drag across the tapes, fucking

Pardell tilted his paper and peered discerningly, studying the framework of his visitor.  "What ´¬ you tell me about this entry, Ulyv?" The words drifted, silt undercurrents weighed countless deaths.  "What color was this supposed to be? You've changed your mind about five times already, and I can see you're nervous, why are you even here today, this isn't you.  Ulyv, what were you doing last night?"
The visitor's eyes flitted towards the pyramid, crumpling in an organic motion to taste the surface.  Her mouth ran dry and coursed with teething remarks, adamant with a witless repose, summoning shrimp's wisdoms about the depths.  The office sank repeatedly, and the floor rang with cheerful buttons and whiny insectile hums, chancing service calls bump buzz thwipck thwipck thwipck

The shades marched, dragging with them a long paper sack, brimming with hot mulcheous gelatin and caterpillar parts, shrieking childhood storms and bricks and felt-fabric from far away lands and warped plastic and a noble quartz chime, stone from outside, going to fill the bog with these, come back later, sorry

so sorry, so glad, it's good

so good

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

oh, okay

i don't sing, but later i'll put on the music
and be very quiet

i've been thinking about mulch lately

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

then we have the methodology, we have to keep considering alternative methods of understanding even though we can't possibly understand them, because FOR ALL WE KNOW everything that we think and do creates the continuation of the universe, which while it may already be technically compleat, there may be perceptual consequences we cannot understand.  considering that we work on a derivation of these universal laws that create our perception, and we've learned the method of causality and understanding by experience, there may be some larger component of experience that the universe Suffers through attempts.
maybe