Interesting…
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God is alive…..Magic is afoot…God is alive….magic is afoot… God is afoot…..Magic is alive…Alive is afoot..magic never died! God never sickened. Many poor men lied. Many sick men lied. Magic never weakened. Magic never hid. Magic always ruled. God is afoot. God never died! God was Ruler, though his funeral lengthened. Though His mourners thickened, magic never fled. Though His shrouds were hoisted the naked God did live; Though His words were twisted the naked magic thrived; Though His death was published round and round the world The heart did not believe. Many hurt men wondered. Many struck men bled. Magic never faltered. Magic always led. Many stones were rolled, but God would not lie down! Many wild men lied. Many fat men listened. Though they offered stones, magic still was fed! Though they locked their coffers, God was always served. Magic is afoot….God is alive…. Alive is afoot….Alive is in command. Many weak men hungered. Many strong men thrived. Though they boasted solitude, God was at their side. Nor the dreamer in his cell, nor the captain on the hill: Magic is alive! Though His death was pardoned ‘round and ‘round the world, The heart would not believe! Though laws were carved in marble they could not shelter men; Though altars built in Parliaments, they could not order men; Police arrested magic and magic went with them, ah! For magic loves the hungry…. But magic would not tarry, it moves from arm to arm, It would not stay with them; it cannot come to harm: Magic is afoot! It cannot come to harm. It rests in an empty palm. It spawns in an empty mind. But magic is no instrument: magic is the End! Many men drove magic, but magic stayed behind; Many strong men lied. They only passed thru magic and out the other side! Many weak men lied. They came to God in secret and though they left Him nourished, They would not tell Who healed; Though mountains danced before them, they said that God was dead! Though His shrouds were hoisted, the naked God did live! God is alive! Magic is afoot…God is alive… God is alive… Magic is afoot… This I mean to whisper to my mind: This I mean to laugh with in my mind: This I mean my mind to serve ‘Til service is but magic, moving thru the world And mind itself is magic, coursing thru the flesh And flesh itself is magic, dancing on a clock, And Time itself, the magic length of God! God is alive…Magic is afoot…Magic is afoot…God is alive.. Magic is alive…God is afoot…Alive is afoot…God never died. Many strong men lied. They only passed thru magic and out the other side! This I mean to whisper to my mind: This I mean to laugh with in my mind: This I mean my mind to serve ‘Til service is but magic, moving thru the world And mind itself is magic, coursing thru the flesh And flesh itself is magic, dancing on a clock, And Time itself, the magic length of God!
LEONARD COHEN
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MONDAY, OCTOBER 31st ~ Halloween
The Upstate Artists Guild
247 Lark Street
Albany, NY
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Houdini & The After~Life …
Watch Him Disappear …
http://rmengehardt.tumblr.com/post/4066628531/houdini-the-afterlife
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William Shakespeare is often regarded as the world’s pre-eminent writer, but so what? Most of his complete works are so elementary, they could be written by monkeys. Don’t think so? Just ask Jesse Anderson.
NEWS: Monkeys Invent New Fishing Technique
Anderson, a software developer in Nevada, is up to some serious monkey business. He recently developed a computer program that simulated a few million virtual monkeys randomly bashing away on virtual typewriters. Their assignment? Randomly re-create the complete works of William Shakespeare.
DNEWS VIDEO: CYBORGS, WIRELESS INTERNET, EXOSKELETONS, SYNTHETIC LIFE AND MORE …And the virtual simian wordsmiths are close to doing so. They are 99.99 percent finished with Will’s entire catalog. The first work to be completed was the poem “A Lover’s Complaint.”
Anderson used Hadoop, Amazon EC2 and Ubuntu Linux to create his virtual monkeys. The sequence he wrote is nine characters long and has 5.5 trillion possible sequential combinations.
“The computer program I wrote compares that monkey’s gibberish to every work of Shakespeare to see if it actually matches a small portion of what Shakespeare wrote. If it does match, the portion of gibberish that matched Shakespeare is marked with green,” Anderson explained on his blog. “The parts of Shakespeare that have not been found are colored white. This process is repeated over and over until the monkeys have created every work of Shakespeare through random gibberish.”
Anderson developed the project to test Amazon’s Web servers but also to satisfy his curiosity about whether an infinite number of monkeys could randomly reproduce Shakespeare’s work by pecking away on an infinite number of typewriters.
BLOG: Test-tube DNA Brain Gets Quiz Questions Right
Anderson started the project on Aug. 21.
No word on when Anderson will complete his project. But when he has to “part” with his virtual monkeys, it will surely be “such sweet sorrow.”
Monkeys Are Rewriting Shakespeare …
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“There are two kinds of truth: the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art. Neither is dependent of the other or more important than the other…The truth of art keeps science from becoming inhuman, and the truth of science keeps art from becoming ridiculous.”
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Chandler, Raymond. “Great Thought.” The Notebooks of Raymond Chandler and English Summer. New York: Ecco, 1976. Print.
Chandler’s detective novels, like any good mystery writing, keep the readers guessing and constantly challenge readers’ skills of detection. The detective novel in general requires that the reader store all information tentatively. The reader relies on anticipation and retrospection, trying to read the minds of characters, figure out motives, and scrutinize statements. Although these processes seem highly specialized to the genre, some would argue that they underlie the reading of all literature. Detective fiction simply exaggerates the processes of interpretation, making it useful for developing critical models concerned with the mind.
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Saturday, September 24 · 11:30am – 11:30pm
This event will take place in many cities, at the same time and date, outdoors when possible, and of course it will be televised. The main website is: http://www.100tpc.org
The first order of change is for poets, writers, artists, anybody, to actually get together to create and perform, educate and demonstrate, simultaneously, with other communities around the world. This will change how we see our local community and the global community. We have all become incredibly alienated in recent years. We hardly know our neighbors down the street let alone our creative allies who live and share our concerns in other countries. We need to feel this kind of global solidarity. I think it will be empowering.
And of course there is the political/social change that many of us are talking about these days. There is trouble in the world. Wars, ecocide, the lack of affordable medical care, racism, the list goes on.
It appears that transformation towards a more sustainable world is a major concern and could be a global guiding principle for this event. Peace also seems to be a common cause. War is not sustainable. There is an increasing sense that we need to move forward and stop moving backwards. But I am trying not to be dogmatic. I am hoping that together we can develop our ideas of the “change/transformation” we are looking for as a group, and that each community group will decide their own specific area of focus for change for their particular event.
100 THOUSAND POETS FOR CHANGE …TODAY!
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Humanity?
I am tired of your self-centered
Bullshit & whining ways
Stop this train, stop it now.
For we shall all remain… Dream.
Persevere
Into this life,
Or the next.
An ode to the dead world that is poetry, lost and faraway.
The ancient soul of Sappho gone and golden days.
Tear these words, voices away. Now only left with memories.
Let the prophets burn,
And create the visions of what shall be
Under the currents and beyond the sleep of the icons reach…
Let us
Speak of that which is human,
Love …this eternal dream
Forget the fools, the mundane
Apocalypse, Etc.
A wild ride,
An action packed extravaganza
With spooky, scary thrills
Coming soon to an idiot near you.
Fuck it… Fuck them.
I’m going out
For a drink &
Kiss my wife & kids
Goodnight.
Love thy neighbor
Love thy friends
For this life
Is all too short
To waste.
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R.M. Engelhardt 2012
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Down on/upon the earth
Beneath the skies
“Dream-Land”
Where all the dreamers/poets dream
Gravitate, towards the great &
Immortality.
But
I don’t want
Any of
Those
Things.
Because
All I want is
You to
Levitate me.
And
Save me,
From the pain.
Initiate me
Revive me
Re~
Spark the night
Of fallen stars,
Night of hearts
Night of nights.
Send in all the angels
And all their white lights,
Send in all the lovers
And their crowns of thorns
And lies.
Cause I don’t need a
New religion
Or a guru to reach
The throne or goal
Of life.
No.
Cause
I just need you
To levitate me
And talk softly to me
And love me all
My life
And say,
Repeat
All the ancient words
And incantations
That matter.
Cause
I don’t need
Immortality.
All I need
Is you.
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R.M. Engelhardt 2011
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