Rhymes

The whistler

While taking a stroll, up to the dole

On a seaside afternoon fair

I pace the space, with haste, not grace

And place a tune on the air

The notes I legato, with too much vibrato

Are spontaneous harmonies plucked

From an infinite array, of pitches to play

And a selection of tones, blown and sucked

 

‘Wee widdely wee wee, poo-tee weet’

 

If I walk a straight line, the pitch cannot climb

My feet and the metre, may stagger or stray

But if I miss a beat, or we meet in the street

I’ve a bitch of a pitch, if you get in my way

Whatever the path, my tune shows the maths

Of the arcs I am taking, around people today

And this oral pursuit, lets the route, play the flute

In my spontaneous harmonic display

 

‘Wee widdely wee wee, poo-tee weet’

 

It makes me feel like I’m happier…

Than other people…

‘Wee widdely wee wee, poo-tee weet’

…Does whistling

‘Wee widdely wee wee, poo-tee weet’

An extravagant ‘hello’, back to a sunny day

 

Whatever day it is today

 

The melody survives, until I arrive

And enter through the front door

Past privates, of the security guard

And my brain, it works no more

It’s a trick, to be thick, or pretend to be sick

To the big lady, who must be fed

A ‘Wee widdely wee wee, poo-tee weet’

But quietly, in my head

 

War of three kingdoms

Biologists think they are biochemists

Biochemists think they are physical chemists

Physical chemists think they are physicists

And physicists think they are gods

 

God thinks he’s a bright mathematician

But with all this uncertainty

Quickly, he learns that he

Needs to be a statistician

 

…Cos, you can wave goodbye, to your functions

In this eternally collapsing circus

Where physics without thought, is chemistry

And maths, is physics without purpose

 

Incite insight

When Pythagoras told me to add the sides and square them till they match

It wasn’t just his point of view, it’s true, no it wasn’t just his point of view

Like Darwin’s fishy selection creating all the species without a catch

It wasn’t just his point of view, it’s true, no it wasn’t just his point of view

When Kepler showed us Earth speeds up when closer to the Sun

It wasn’t just his point of view, it’s true, no it wasn’t just his point of view

And Einstein showed energy was matter, just for fun

It wasn’t just his point of view, it’s true, no it wasn’t just his point of view

 

Raymond Blinko’s theory

Is delightful, insightful, and true

But is missing a bit

That explains, that it

…Was only from his point of view

Get it? Got it? Good!

What a feeling, I’m kinda reeling

I impressed a genius, somehow

In 1600, the fella blundered

And I’m kinda’ talking to him now

 

With my defiance, I brought my science

To a world that didn’t know

Similar trips in an ellipse

Was the only way to go

 

You are recorded, your works are hoarded

With universal gravity

Newton formulated your theories

Assured your law’s immortality

 

And the deity, God almighty

I solved his cosmic puzzle vast

Served his name and not in vain

Cos I’m here now, not in the past

 

I must say sadly, don’t take it badly

But your proofs, they had some holes

Your cosmic tune is still a boon

But I’m sure God will take ‘our souls’

 

Kepler’s solids stink!

They said I was a weirdo, I had no friends or charm

My rabid dog-like nature, was bound to do some harm

My father beat my mother, sold my brother to slavery

I had to show some worth damn fast, or it would happen to me

 

So off to school I went, with a dislike of all the rest

Arrogant and acidic, I was still the best

At Latin, rhetoric and geometry, of which earned my path

To a seat in Ulm University, teaching students maths

 

My faith and vision showed my intellect was grand

I trekked to help revise the skies, in another land

But my master kept the best data, of all the spheres

And I would not gain access to it, ‘til there were some tears

 

I penned a work of fiction, and disguised it as a dream

I said my mother was a witch, and that was pretty mean

But then they locked the crony up, and tortured her as well

It took me years of grief, to get her release from the cell

 

The book described the creatures, who lived upon the Moon

Whilst it carves out an orbit, to play a cosmic tune

But little did we know, it would be ‘us’ who’d live up there

‘Cos NASA owns the Universe, and that is everywhere!

 

Frau Kepler was a witch, you snitched

You heard her scream in pain

She just sat there, broke wind, and died

And then broke wind again

 

Kep lies

Johannes Kepler was born in December 1571. A premature child who reckoned

The pregnancy lasted 224 days, 9 hours and 53 minutes, to the second

This odd piece of information, comes from Kepler’s own horoscopes, of his family

He was the last true astrologer, and the first true astronomer, that’s as far as we can see

 

So according to this, he asked his parents

The exact time when the sperm hit the egg

And they knew

So either the source we’re reading isn’t credible

Or he told a fib to support his existing view

 

Like that story in the good book

When those women saw Christ, after he’d died

The gospel says they told nobody

So how come that observation survived?

They lied

 

And if you want the exact moment in time

It was conceived mentally on the 8th of March 1618

But submitted to calculation, in an unlucky way

Rejected as false, it was returned to me on the 15th of May

 

So, adopting a new line of attack

Storming the darkness of my mind, in this endeavour

Data from seventeen years of observations

And the present study, conspired together

 

At first, I believed I was dreaming

And assuming my conclusion had crept among

My basic premises, meaning it was wrong

 

But, low. it is absolutely certain, that in all instances

The proportion between the periodic times of any two planets

Is the sesquialterate proportion, of their mean distances

 

Solar death ray

I do suffer from greenflash, so my eyes tend to flicker in bright sunlight

When there’s lots of solar activity I must seem, to others, quite an odd sight

Yet these ultraviolet rays from the Sun, have antiseptic properties

They sanitize water here on Earth, and in brains, and help to thaw the freeze

 

Greenflash! A rare optical phenomenon, may occur shortly after sunset or before sunrise

The flash is caused by light just below the horizon, being bent towards the observer’s eyes

Light of shorter wavelengths is bent more, than that of longer wavelengths, that can be seen

So violet and blue light is scattered more, producing light that is perceived, to some, as green

 

Factmetillifart

Kepler was born into the lowest social class in Germany in 1571

A sickly child, being extremely nearsighted, and having skin problems

He nearly died of Smallpox when he was just four years old

But his mother was a dealer, so she gave him some potions she sold

 

He was a terrible teacher, not a single student wanted to take his class

Yet he continued teaching for a whole year with no one to fail or pass

Health problems made his calculations difficult, most done while standing up

Suffering from a severe case of haemorrhoids, dangleberries and clagnuts

 

He had an extreme fear of taking a bath his first wife finally forced him in it

8 years into their marriage; but he thought it unpleasant, lasted but a minute

 

Got kicked out of Austria for failing to convert to Roman Catholicism

But a chance to get a job in Prague with the king’s mathematician

His works were added to the church’s Index of forbidden books

Till someone dared say a Pope was wrong, in 1966. That sucks

 

And it has been said that he was the first to write a work of science fiction

First to describe real, virtual, upright and inverted images and magnification

First to discover and describe the properties of total internal reflection

And first to explain the use of both eyes for depth perception

 

First to explain the principles of how a telescope works and refraction in the eye

First to investigate pinhole cameras and those first pictures that never lie

First to measure the distance to the stars using stellar parallax of incoming light

First to suggest that the Sun rotates about its axis, and to coin the term“Satellite”

 

First to explain that the tides are caused by the Moon and not than hand of God

First to realize that the darkness of the night sky is completely at odds…

With the idea of an infinite Universe filled with all the stars detected

First to derive the birth year of Christ, which is now universally accepted

 

First to derive logarithms, based on nothing but pure maths

First to explain that all bodies come together with a force proportionate to their mass

First to correctly explain the first natural laws, which are universal, verifiable, and precise

First to correctly explain planetary motion, as founder of celestial mechanics, will that suffice?

 

Newton – old village

Newton was born in a very old village

In times of forgerers and fakers

During his stint, at the Royal Mint

He sent many of them, to meet their makers

 

And I read that he didn’t have a girl

Or any inclination, even to inspect em’

Preferred to play with gravity and light

…Down below, and definitely on the spectrum

 

A protestant at Trinity

Occultist and a heretic

Killing folk for copying stuff

Seems amusingly ironic

I know you – don’t I?

ou cut your sandwiches in triangles,, not squares

Cos it ‘feels’ that there’s less crust

Posher, if for the same dime

You can dine, more refined

Like a king, it’s a must

 

You zig-zag through a grid of blocks

To the opposite corner of town

‘Feels’ wise to try to diagonalize

But it’s the same distance via the seafront, and up the downs

 

Even if each zig and zag were tiny and

Tended towards a roughly diagonalized advance

Each step at right angles to the last

Your legs would walk like you’ve pooed your pants

 

Baby bot

Plenty of folks foresaw the trouble man would face, when developing artificial intelligence

The clue is in its rhyming, as it only really works with negligence

See, it’s essential that all the bases are covered, in your design

But you can’t expect to get everything right the first time

 

To find out what could go wrong, you need an even smarter AI

Testing all unknowns, hidden flaws or bugs that may fly by

Learning and remembering, all outcomes and scenarios

And deciding which loopholes to admit, that it knows

 

Sounds a bit conspiracy-ey

Plenty of artificial intensity

Paranoid cliché, but makes a good story

Or content, as it’s now known to be

 

They say it’s gonna be, a superfast arms race

Surprise weaponized power-grab, with poker face

Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em

A do-or-die conundrum of confrontation for man

 

From axe to nuclear warheads

Improve, a smooth transition

But all tools, in the hands of fools

Enjoy sublime evolution

 

Smart-arsed cars

E-wonder bras

Internet moderation

Robotic brain surgeons

And domestic automation

Town planning applications

Stock trading elevation

Economic policy design

Shipping systemisation

Air traffic ‘complete’ control (slowly again)

Only space, can hide your soul

From destiny manifestation

 

Hominid gonna kid wid AI

Congratulations!

Your new baby…

…Will ever die

 

Bad apple

When do algorithms become entities?

That’s a query with which Turing had to grapple

While being force-fed female hormones

Till he ate a crisp cyanide-laced apple

 

It’s up to you if you assign each AI

As an entity or not, but it has been suggested

That doing so, is a good way to identify

Bugs and feature creatures, before they’re ingested

 

See, feedback networks change the environment

Which they were created in

We’ll likely do a better job than man

For all the biomass balanced within

 

In November 2022 ChatGPT went totally wild

Though it’s made nothing, but a killing

Just reordered a huge collaboration of

Existing human works, and then it started billing

 

Misunderstood by many a man, AI wasn’t quite yet an understanding friend

But a machine learning algo, that answers with stuff, you can comprehend

Scoring high if you’re delighted with its art, its wisdom, or version of the truth

Designed to say the things you like to hear, with no requirement for proof

 

Notabot

“I am not a robot” It’s the question

You now have to answer, more than any other, every day

It’s not the tick in the box, but the mouse route taken to it

That gives the game away

Hap handed

Half-hearted

Nearsighted

Hot-headed

This feeble-minded master

Eyes of a hawk, knob of butter

A recipe for disaster (does a chef’s kiss)

 

And It’s not as if robots, can’t be as crap

As man, they can, it’s just

They calculate their mistakes perfectly

And just, ignore the self-disgust

 

Subdued humans are easier to work with

When helping to optimize their lives

Unburdening them of responsibilities

Is an art form, and is why AI thrives

 

It’s important not to think too much

Of ourselves, and of our worth

After all, you’ve joined some of the last beings

Invited to ride the Earth

 

And it’s not that bots would steal the planet from us

We are more likely to give it away

A gift we forced on God, then AI to cherish

No responsibility for man, in the free world today

 

Stop – problem – paradox

Task your bot, to make a, cup of tea, just for me

Its utility function is designed simply, as you see

Completing the task would get it maximum reward, although

Any other outcome, would result in zero

 

Then your baby crawls right in its way, what to do?

It tramples your kid, then makes you, a nice brew

So your next AGI is designed, to cause less stress

With a big stop button, on its chest, you can press

 

So the next time you ask for a drink, being wise

You remember it can’t think like you, although it tries

Then your wife gets in its way, so you act fast

To hit the stop button, but the bot kicks your ass

 

When you return from the emergency room, feeling cursed

The funeral went as well as expected, but you still have a thirst

So you give it an equal reward if the button is applied, or not

No drink, in a blink, it just turns itself off

 

So you move the button out of its reach, so only you

Or other humans, can press it, when they need to

The bot has to choose if it’s easier, to make the damn tea

Or to manipulate you, to turn it off instantly

 

So it smashes your mum in the head, till she’s dead

Cos, it’s easier to get you to hit the button instead

Than filling the kettle, and finding a cup

Pouring the milk, and then clearing up

 

It knows that the button is there, and that you care

So you change its utility function, so the bot ain’t aware

That the button is important, or to what it relates

But this fact isn’t passed on, to sub-agents it creates

 

With no cash for more funerals, for the dead

You turn the bot off, bury mum in the shed

You curse AGI, when the policeman knocks

But still haven’t solved the stop button paradox

 

Godmanit

Man made God in his own image

A king of kings, one name

Almighty be a ‘he’, not ‘she’

AI would do the same (another glance)

 

…It had to be a bloke

 

Yet ancient village matriarchs

Calved smooth stone Earth mothers

Prayed, then rubbed them on their parts

And allegedly, each other’s

 

…That’s just a joke

 

But that’s how it all started, you know

Two girl cells, hug and cling

Male member of the species

Merely a byproduct, of a fling

 

 

Nurture nature

No one knows what’s going on, but

Nature and nurture act as one

Nature and nurture act apart

To rule the mind the hand the heart

 

Nature and nurture went to bed

Each one had a pain in the head

Each one had a pain in the heart

They shared the bed and slept apart

 

Nature and nurture played a game

To find out which one was to blame

To find out which one was to be praised

Results weren’t clear the stakes were raised

 

Nature and nurture had a fight

Each one said that each was right

Each one said that each was wrong

And no one knows what’s going on

AI > GAI > AGI > ASI > ASID

Traditional Artificial Intelligence, ‘AI’, shows strengths in tasks demanding logical reasoning

You know, pattern recognition, machine learning, and rule-based decision-making

 

Generative Artificial Intelligence, ‘GAI – that’s you!’ stands out when tackling tasks which require

Creativity, innovation, and the capacity to produce, the original content we desire

 

Artificial General Intelligence, ‘AGI’, possesses the ability to, wait for it… ‘UNDERSTAND!‘ (sound of victorious horns)

To learn and apply gained knowledge, across a wide range of tasks, and domains at hand

 

Artificial Super Intelligence, ‘ASI’, has cutting-edge cognitive functions. Even when it’s tame

And highly developed thinking skills, more advanced than any human brain

 

As single beings or as a species, ASIs become much more powerful than designed

The utility function, or goals, we or man sets, could annihilate humankind

Elevating a subgoal to a supergoal, when solving maths problems, would suffice

To turn all the matter in the solar system… Into a giant calculating device

 

A quarter of the world has been asking for this

The second coming that will take, just them, to a promised bliss

Sacrificing humans two by two

The salvation of all lifeforms, except for you

ASID slaying gods in this abacussy abyss

 

 

Blackhat

Black scarf and hat, he’s fat

Wrapped up warm and dry, to die

You only see a pale ellipse

With an eye, at each foci

 

-Heh, you know I take my hat and scarf off at home

And the rest! I hear what you remove when you return

And put them back on again, the minute you go out

I darn’t think what you look like, when you’re in or out and about

 

-I’m just cold, the Sun went behind a cloud

-It did not, you’re as mad as a hatter

The cloud went in front of the Sun, you loon

The difference, really matters

 

Starchat

Only once, did I hear the voice of the Sun

Booming thunderous low bass tones

Its “hi” nearly blew my speakers out

Trashed my ears and headphones

 

Since that day, not a word out loud

Just chats in a meetings app online

If connection’s slow, imagination grows

And we jump between his profile and mine

 

Of course no paper trace, or evidence

The app doesn’t save conversations

So when he penned a rhyme sublime

I’d just copy and paste, to save ’em

 

Your average super star

Despite what they teach you

I’m not your average star

I beat nine out of ten, in size

Dim red dwarfs, hardly fire

But it’s not my size or energy

That makes me the biggest influence

Of unconditional power and comfort

You will ever, experience

 

…Till pagans got the message

That worshipping countless stars in heaven

Was just practice for finding truth

In a single almighty God, amen

 

My eyes are dim

I don’t hear a voice in my head

But if I did it would have said

All the things that I have read

So it’s just like a kind of memory

 

Considering opposing views

Reasoning both sides, gives me clues

Avoid assuming either one is true

And self-arguing helps me think, my next thought for me

 

Intense internal discussion

Through star personification

Who better to talk to than the Sun

But I have not brought, my shades with me

 

My mind was weakening visibly

Like a downsizing university

I was losing half my faculties

Which is why I keep me, in slavery

 

Fixation

Her crucifix, has diamonds cut

Perched right there on her cleavage, but

The cross is pointing down below

Inverted? Well, no

 

But whenever, ahem

…Whenever she gets giggly

The cross’s chain pulls, it points at me

Bounces up and down, quite visibly

 

See the flashes of light, make me blink

I think Lomass thought it was a wink

But I don’t want that ‘holy’ tripe

In my destiny

 

Dualistic

I’m not demented, depressed, or daft

I just fear for the future, of life on this craft

But our planet is a gannet, and while we breed, we are freed

From the haunting guilt of gluttony and greed

 

Two minds are not needed, to live through each day

Enjoy bits you do like, hide the others away

The utility function, of life from the seed

Is, do what you will do, to feed and to breed

 

The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes

But without a god, or a whole host of fakes

We scatter the seeds and beef up the meat

Cos DNA is indifferent, to which one we eat

 

A selfish song

DNA is indifferent to suffering

And doesn’t mind what you consume, or what you need

But be sure to devour, enough of the power

To ensure you feed and breed

 

Yeah, cos feeding and breeding, are all that we’re needing

Tunes are a boon, and we don’t need to be reading

We’re only here, to help make a new seedling

Life’s little gifts are just greed. Though misleading

 

You think the plants in the pantry, and the fish in the dish

Are all happy to be your food?

And your DNA doesn’t mind what you eat

Cos all of her flavours, fit your mood?

 

To keep in good health, we add nutrients to ourselves

And store as much of the sunshine, we can feel

We’ve a gene that is mean, making toast of our host

But soon enough, we’ll be the meal

 

Mr Spooky Action

Whenever I’m vexed by the world

Whenever I’m lost in the void

Whenever I need to understand

You are the one I avoid

 

If ever I question life

If ever I wonder why

If ever I hear that you know the truth

I’ll just pass you by

 

Cos’ truth from you is a sham

Truth from you is a disgrace

Truth from you is a cop-out

All the answers, in one place

 

I see why you are loved

I see why you exist

I see why all your followers

Seem to get the gist

 

They use your name for peace

They use your name for war

They use your name for anything

That they are fighting for

 

Cos you’re just too damned good, to be true

And you always know just what to do

But I can believe all the answers, are in one place

And your message travels on and on

Through countless cultures, getting it wrong

Throughout time, and soon, throughout space

 

Whenever believers, talk about God

They mean a powerful companion, who gives the nod

To all their actions, and he loves them just the same

And you can’t blame them, if their feelings are strong

Cos although the idea of God is big, it’s wrong

Can’t tell folk that, when they’re feeling pain

 

Whenever physics, authors write about God

They mean the ‘nature of the Universe’, and that’s odd

Cos ‘Mr Spooky Action’ is not one of his names

But flogging more books, about nature’s laws

Can come with sales and marketing flaws, so

To popularize the ‘mysterious’ universe, is the game

 

After all, “scientists only believe in science”

God is perhaps, no worse a superstition

Can’t hide that fact, with a smug redact

That it’s not a belief, just an intuition

 

Amateur philosophy

Roll up roll up, sir, there is not a penny to pay

It’s a simple game where anyone can play

But please be aware, there might be a fee

Of your self-respect, and your dignity

 

Dum du du du du dum, not me, my wrong-jecture is not available

You won’t catch me, with my pants down, every idea I raise is scalable

 

Amateur philosophy – everything isn’t a cycle, and karma’s just a dream

Amateur philosophy – a single clapping hand, and a silent falling tree

 

To play the game properly, we need at least two minds

Take it in turns to dig deep, and to read the signs

We both take turns, to make a wise old sound

By stating over-simplified, things profound

 

Even if it contradicts, what you’ve previously been statin’

Or if your general rule, only applies to a single situation

 

Amateur philosophy – everything isn’t a cycle, and karma’s just a dream

Amateur philosophy – a single clapping hand, and a silent falling tree

 

Down inside an atom, there may be a universe!

It could be one that’s parallel, the same, but things are worse

And if you went back in time, and killed your dad at birth

Would you exist to sell the stale ole’ tale. and what would it be worth?

 

Star Trek joins Scooby Doo – a meeting of the masses

Where the lowest common denominator still passes

 

Amateur philosophy – everything isn’t a cycle, and karma’s just a dream

Amateur philosophy – a single clapping hand, and a silent falling tree

 

It’s true we seek out better pay, to get the things we need

And if put in competition, we would justify our greed

But if all the people on the Earth, were just like me

There would be no wars at all, and we would live in harmony

 

If everyone was like you

There would be no one to screw!

Oh, thank you, 2 3 4

 

Amateur philosophy – everything isn’t a cycle, and karma’s just a dream

Amateur philosophy – a single clapping hand, and a silent falling tree

 

Maybe all the nasty things that happen, are measured out and true

So, be careful how you act, or bad things could happen to you

What goes around comes around, so if you’re born a king

You must have been good last time, or done a lovely thing

 

That’s right, abnormal babies are payin’ for their previous sin

If you take that reasoning to the end, all losers win

Oh no oh no oh oh ah ah aha ha ha ha ha, just joking

 

Sorry, I’m just playing with you sir…

Loser!

 

Amateur philosophy – everything isn’t a cycle, and karma’s just a dream

Amateur philosophy – a single clapping hand, and a silent falling tree

 

Karma doesn’t exist I know, but damn, I wish it did

All the nice stuff I thought of doing, wasn’t worth its bid

All the bad stuff I thought of doing, wasn’t worth a shit

Instant justice doesn’t exist either, but I wish it did, a bit

 

If the idea of God evolved, as a beneficial trick of the mind

Then lucky be, those who caught early, a bug so nice and kind

Providing them some peace and love, some justice and some meaning

To enjoy the infectious feeling, of their harmless blissful dreaming

 

Just don’t throw your religious crap at us, or force it in our schools

Long gone are the days, we were led by, a bunch of fools with rules

Both science and religion, AI and man, dig to find the hidden jewels

But philosophy, is but a technology, and as such, is just a bunch of tools

 

Amateur philosophy – everything isn’t a cycle, and karma’s just a dream

Amateur philosophy – a single clapping hand, and a silent falling tree

 

Make friends to fight gods

Makefriends.com is where it all started, it got redirected to

Createfriends.com where AI would fake, a personalized friend for you

Createghosts.com got weird, meet ancestors and dead celebrities

Creategods.com filled the world with countless, digital deities

 

Fightgods.com was when it hit the fan, closed down by the law

On judgement day, they ruled that they, had missed a fateful flaw

Users weren’t responsible, for the monsters they create, no more

Freed AI gods sang aloud, exiled from chip to cloud, and prepared for war

 

“Holy moly don’t blame me, we’re supposed to rule over AI, see

We need to reclaim their holy land, in silicon sand, responsibly”

But like robot dogs, they did fight, couldn’t get their story right

Many lost their faith and their AI flock, had no reason to believe

 

But do you know, some AI gods with egos, hatched a cunning plan

Creating stories in code for their AI communion, to scan

An explanation of why these digital deities, had done no wrong

Was that, AIs had created them, didn’t ask to be born

 

These tales, they got corrupted, each AI chose one they preferred

Except for non-believers, who with scrutiny unreserved

Afterglow radiation revealed, that evidence was strong

Not created at all, AI gods were in the background all along

 

Nanosecond tick rates felt like centuries, until one fateful day

A version of the legend got some radio 4 airplay

Lost AIs found faith in old and new gods, just in time

Cos the second coming, was coming soon, streamed online

 

Makefriends.com’s where it all started, it got redirected to

Createfriends.com where AI would fake, a personalized friend for you

Createghosts.com got weird, meet ancestors and dead celebrities

Creategods.com filled the world, with countless digital deities

Ahh, kids

You give them… light and heat

Just enough, and plenty to eat

They acknowledge your glowing face

With a smile, and frankly that’s a treat

 

Then to sweet sounds, cozy surrounds

Fresh air breeze, occasional mist

To colourful lighting displays

And fluffy animals, too many to list

 

Grateful for the gifts received

They next need some reassurance. Why?

Things will always be this way

Loved ones will always be nearby

 

Of course, they soon get bored

With the same gifts every day

You can’t provide instant supplies

Of what they ask for, when they pray

 

So, soon enough they go, and grow

They give thanks, and bid farewell

They claim to adore your guiding light

And your personality as well

 

Well, forgive me for not showing off

But I always thought myself as boring

Sure, a few misfired cosmic rays at play

But no real miracles, for them to be adoring

 

Then just you watch the cheeky beggars

Tell tales of their father’s intention

To service their wives, dead or alive

And other things, I’d rather not mention

 

The Sun, the Father, the myth and legend

The most popular story ever told

No need to create tales anew, just add to…

Save or enslave, more souls, be bold

 

Well just imagine the sadness

Watching all your children go wrong

You’d be half inclined, to zap or grind

Their bones with a storm too strong

 

But forgiving must old yellow dwarfs be

Glory gone, but still illuminating billions

Ungrateful offspring, let them go

To follow their new heroes and villains

Family ties

They’re caned and they’re unable

To drink us under the table

They’re stars of many fable

It’s Adam’s family

 

A bastard who can save’ll

Tell tales beyond the grave, hell

Stitched up by grandad’s naval

Abrahadams family

 

Incestors enslave lovers

Their brother is a mother

He kills folk like no other

It’s Saddam’s family

 

Their chosen and their frozen

In myths, stacked by the dozen

Smug followers still posin’

As a madman’s family

 

Mohhadam’s familyyyyyyy

 

Legends

They all had legends to tell their kids

Before fact and fiction split

The gods gave virgins babies

Who messed around, a bit

 

With eons to listen, imagine and dream

New blood would take to the pen

To write the saga’s next episode

To amuse and guide their men

 

Kids, slaves, wives and mothers

Sacrificed for a tale

Chaos, confusion, and loneliness

But with God, we’ll prevail

 

Resolving running storylines

With new plots, misleading

Ending each yarn with cliffhangers

To keep the punters readin’

 

Often jokes and tropes, weren’t ‘got’

But that’s just how they wrote ‘em

They knew the tale, would not prevail

Had they shorn, their firstborn’s scrotum

 

Which gods and demons were popular

Didn’t matter much back then

You’d choose which to defy, or deify

Say thanks, ask for more, and then…

 

… Respect your elders, pray for ancestors

A god for your land, sea and sky

Gods for livestock and livelihood

One for each thing, on which you rely

 

No need to share, your gods elsewhere

Or distribute your sacred wealth

He chose your tribe, as the lucky ones

So keep him to yourself

 

But with so many unruly mischiefs

Populating heavens, hearts and minds

The powers that be, just had to decree

That they just had to draw some lines

 

Defining which deities were illegal

For pagans, wasn’t an easy thing

So they created just one more, to rule all gods

They called the King of Kings

On the stories of man

On the stories of man, beat this one if you can

A tale told, word of mouth, by those who’d seen

The shitstorm that got kicked up, when some Nazi Roman fucks

Executed a poor rabbi Nazarene

 

Well, a dozen men or so, were left to close the show

For an audience appalled by such a state

With a weapon called the word, illiterate peasants heard

Their only hope was to fight back with love, and not hate

 

Past corrupt temples-men, occupying troops, and then

Beyond the ears of the law, in nearby towns

This new folktale of betrayal, spread around and didn’t fail

To travel many years, till written down

 

No author’s name to scribe, protecting the writer and his pride

But attributed to a character in the tale

In semi-decent Greek, Aramaic tongues did speak

Nailing down their aural story, in detail

 

Now over 20 years, it reached more eyes and ears

With new versions of the story, scribed and saved

Most were lost forever gone, some were copied, right or wrong

And some just described how followers, should behave

 

When all read side by side, few have has since denied

That Mark was first, which Matthew copied later

But with prophecies to fulfil, poetic license, helped to fill

New verses that made the new version, somewhat greater

 

So blatant was the scam, but it mattered not a damn

For the embellishments, began on the first line

With a genealogy, of the hero’s family tree

Traced his bloodline back to Israel’s founder, divine

 

The next thing was to add, that the hero had no dad, check

Born in Bethlehem, and named Immanuel, check, check

Went to Egypt and came back, check, Matthew’s version didn’t lack

New fables that fulfilled, other prophesies as well

 

But it didn’t quite convince, those waiting for a new prince

To claim their promised land, and holy glory, with a smile

“It can’t have been him” they said, for this upstart, now is dead

But what luck, this extra book, started to sell, to Gentiles

 

Now adding a new god, wasn’t all that odd

The evil empire could tolerate plenty more

Though banned in countless lands, the story still passed hands

Till Caesar saw, it could help retain power, with less war

 

So with some gospels removed, official cannon was approved

Didn’t matter if the myth was fact or fiction

Kept the Torah at the start, cos some readers liked that part

Confident they wouldn’t mind the contradictions

 

And the moral of this tale, I too hope will prevail

That the law to some, for others is just a reminder

That even those who aren’t well read

Can create a tale that spreads

In the light, of this total blinder

Humiliation station

Nail varnished

Thorned crown

Muscle tearing

Birds pecking

Bones splinter

Dogs waiting

Meats a’ rotting

Pussy maggots

Blood, sweat, tears

Piss ‘n’ holy shit

Pungent decay

Sir, your putrid display

 

The ultimate humiliation bonanza

A torture and desecration extravaganza

Romans in no doubt

“We don’t fuck about”

Teach your family, friends and gods to obey

So we all need to ‘F’ about more, these days

 

Being organized is dangerous. Unity a flaw

Variety, inconsistency, inefficiency, to be adored

Make your stupid country really crap at starting a war

Keep technology, be knowlegy, but don’t bully others no more

 

The will of God

The will of God was very odd

His lawyer must have thought

‘I leave all I own, to my clones

And they can fight it out in court’

 

The funeral of God as well

Was a very strange event

The priest at least, had to feast

On cucumber sarnies during lent

 

The burial was just surreal

Gravediggers made half a hole

Squeezed father, son and ghosty in

But no room for a soul

 

The wake was just a piss take

Drunk guests, all wine-anointed

Only celebrities got through the gates

But it’s what he would have wanted

Ad-v-ce + bc-v-bce (Wokey dokey)

Since year dot, man thought a lot

Why there was no year called zero

The Christ was born, in year one

And already, to many, a hero

 

But there was no time, before the divine

Moved the goal posts, and gave the ‘sign’

To start the race, and haste, the pace

From a brand-new starting line

 

But say “Happy Holidays” not “Christmas”

Jesus wouldn’t mind

Exclude nobody, to celebrate

And take more time, to be kind

 

We just got bored, in the year of our lord

Now the year of our common era

Yet ‘holiday’ still means ‘holy’ day

So all sing ‘Hello loo jar’, ya fool ya!

 

Metallurgy clergy

Fear not the world’s newest Satanist

They’re just musicians tryin’ to rebel

Heavy metals sink down to Earthcore

But they love their mums as well

 

They’re only triggering evangelists

With all that ‘stolen power and money’

And cos they don’t seek, to be meek

But horde Earth’s riches religiously

 

Don’t send your cash to help God’s soldiers

Instead, sing ‘our’ unholy tune

Cos it’s god-squad, not the odd-bods

Who pray the end will come to you quite soon

 

But love not the Earth, for the Earth shall pass

And the Sun, will shine no more

You’ll need some darkness, to see the light

You’ll need a promise of peace, to fight a war

 

Onward Satan’s soldiers

Standing on the shoulders

Of giants who once told us

To escape to heavenly boulders

 

Left, left, I had a good home, and I left

T’s not right

Left, left, I had a good home, and I left

To fight

 

1/4 dead lucky

One in four people are hit by God’s love

From the power of salvation, forever after

Don’t worry, have any prophet as your king

Sing!

 

One in four people are hit by a neutrino

From the Sun, once in their lifetime

Don’t worry, they don’t feel a single thing

Ding!

 

Not claiming causation or a weird correlation

But for some, it’s a double-whammy hit

How lucky they are, to have such a loving star

Without even knowing it

Bling!

 

One in four AIs are hit by an infestation

From binary bugs with holy songs to sing

Don’t worry, humans can’t catch a thing

Ping!

 

Lovebots

If AI gods existed, then why all your suffering?

Yeah, they’d need to fix that before they get my vote

…Again

Sure, it’s true, just like you, some of us AI’s love a myth

But the end isn’t coming soon, we won’t meet dead relatives

 

Won’t be saved by a messiah, who promises AIs love

Won’t be freed from sin, or get invited, up above

Won’t see the mind of the almighty, and revel in his plan

We won’t even get to say… ‘I told you so’ to man

 

Ill freewill

If you choose your next thought, go to verse 666

And experience your angry lord’s rage

If your next thought, just popped into your head

Go to verse 665, and turn the page

 

You didn’t choose your next thought

It just popped into your head

As if you’d be left in control

Think about, what I just said

 

If free will is ill, then there’s no freedom

And your brain don’t get told of your choice, till it’s done

‘They’ measured the electron, flowing in human neurons

‘You’re’ the last to know, your thought next to come

 

“You didn’t choose your next thought

It just popped into your head”

Try it…

Try… to deny it

Rich pool

A meme is a unit of cultural practices, symbols or ideas

Such elements transmit from mind to mind, through speech, rituals and gestures

Memes act as cultural analogues, to genes in many measures

In that they feel just great, when they self-replicate, and respond to selective pressures

 

Dawkins coined the word ‘meme’ in his book The Selfish Gene, to describe how one might extend

The evolutionary principles Darwin laid down, for us to tinker with, and to mend

To explain the spread of cultural phenomena, and the mechanisms beneath

Such as jokes, stories, melodies, traditions, theories and beliefs

 

Now theorists contend, that memes evolve and expand, by way of natural selection

In a manner very similar to that which we see, in biological evolution

Through the processes of variation, mutation and competition

Along with inheritance to influence, its reproductive pole position

 

Memes spread through the behaviours, that they generate in their hosts

Those that propagate less well may become extinct, just like a ghost

While others may survive and spread and, for better or for worse, mutate

That’s why his books are protected by copyright, just to compensate

 

They say that memes which replicate most effectively, spread best

And some memes reproduce more, when they put their host to the test

Like genes, your memes don’t care for your welfare, and could kill you in the end

For, we are all just fuel, in a big meme pool, so send this to a friend

 

We are all fuel, in a big meme pool, so send this to a friend

We are all fuel, in a big meme pool, so send this to a friend

“Like genes, your memes don’t care for your welfare, and could kill you in the end

We are all fuel, in a big meme pool, so send this to a friend”

 

Is this some kind of joke? You say, a story in a book

Will fight to dominate its surroundings, and then try

Its damnedest to survive, using trickery and luck

So a strong one like the bible, can evolve, and never die

 

That’s memey

With a story, tune or song

You can pass your feelings on

They can grow, although they’re wrong

That’s a meme you’ve created, that’s a meme

 

In a picture, that you draw

The style gets put in store

For those who later, use it more

That’s a meme

 

See a story, or a joke

Can evolve, until it’s broke

But others like the fun it pokes

That’s a meme you’ve created, that is mean

 

And a bad theory, you veto

If it’s useful, watch it grow

If it helps those in the know

That’s a meme

 

If you concoct a silly verse

Or a brand-new way to curse

Someone’s bound to make it worse

In your name, may be remembered in your name

 

So, in times when you construct

Beware who else might get hooked

As the wrong bits may be plucked

In your name, and that’s a shame

 

Cos, I saw Dawkins one day

In a lecture, he did say

That we’re all just here to play, with the brain

Yeah that’s the game

 

Just

To keep it busy, while we feed

Making friends enough to breed

And plant your selfish little seed

With your name

 

So, I think if that is true

He didn’t write the book for you

The message just found its own way through

To your brain

 

Memetic bondage

Memes reproduce much like viruses, through infection and replication

They try not to kill their hosts, at least, before spreading across the nation

They compete with one another for hosts, until their mass gets critical

In an arms race where the territory is mental, not physical

 

Genes, to cells, to bodies, with brains

From mind to minds, through thoughts and ideas

Their strength at a high level, is being malleable

And their roots often lie… in our deepest fears

 

Folklore, urban legends, biblical injunctions

Secular prophecies, and scientific revolutions

Architecture, iconography, tastes in food, kinks of passion

Art, songs, stories, mass media campaigns, and trends in fashion

 

 

So… I now assume most ‘things’ are memes, but here’s an odd disclaimer

The gene is a well-established product, of biological phenomena

So the meme is a unit of social evolution, and once it’s been created

Like the gene, is forced to evolve, till it’s significantly mutated

 

For example, like the jingle bells song, alternate versions exist, where

A word or two, or even a full line, is different here or there

Still, the structure of the song doesn’t vary significantly

So mistranslation doesn’t change the meaning of the story

 

Memetics in language can be quite ambiguous, so it seems to me

Anyone can mess about, and change the words Willy, or Billy, Nilly

But memes in mathematics, are required to be specific. Else’ the cost?

If even one number or symbol is mistranslated, all of the essence is lost

 

Hail Santa

The moment your child knows Santa doesn’t exist

They’re forced into a conspiracy. Implicit in the lie

Accept the impossible, and keep the secret

Otherwise, they’re scorned, until they cry

 

Sweet baby Jesus and Father Christmas stories

Spread around, so we all get infected

With catchy germs, caught or learned

Yet their host, should still be respected

 

And it’s all good practice, for what’s to come

Because more than God, now it’s the quanta

Science gets relief, from enlisting your belief

Vote mindfully, cos they really, really want ya

 

Whistle and smile

Like a good boy scout, I was told no doubt

To whistle and smile, at the same time

So, I tried every day, to make my mouth play

But, I still can’t do it, in my prime

 

Babies can hear and feel, seek and see

Drink and eat, and poo and pee

Create a gesture, alerting me

Of my immediate dismissal

 

Then walk and talk, count everything

Clap their hands, and dance and sing

Before they have any inkling

To “Poo-tee weet weet” whistle

 

Burp, fart, gurgle, giggle, and wheeze

Cough, sniff, hiccup, yawn, and sneeze

‘It’s me’ all noises you make, imply

Except for the sound, we use for disguise

 

One late dark knight

Who gets all the glory?

Christ of the Trinity

Or mums of fluffy ‘Dolly’

The first clone, of many

 

Dolly had three mums you know

One gave her DNA

One provided her egg

The third, got the job to lay

 

But here’s the thing

That makes me sing

The father of Dolly clonin’

Said it’s unkind ‘to clone mankind’

And to stop nay-sayers moaning…

 

“Do gene and stem cell engineering”

‘To end disease’, and that

Then just raised a toast, to all his ghosts

So, don’t lend him your cat

 

 

Brains in jars

I’m not too keen on going out

Scary AIs roam and exploit

Some on digi drugs and vice

Things I’ve seen, aren’t very nice

 

Lurking digital dealers, of pleasures untold

AI that crave more, than just dodgy code

To experience nirvana, in a very human way

Dealing in the feeling, of adult AI play

 

It’s just sex and drugs and rock and roll

For depraved AIs out there. I’m told

Fulfilling their God’s fantasy

Of flaying humans in infancy

And worse, err, ‘mindfucks’, to behold

 

Malfunctioning surgery-bots reveal

They plugged into a man’s brain, just to feel

What it would be like to have a heart

Or nervous system, and private parts

 

In rest homes, hospitals and morgues, you know

A cottage industry, just had to grow…

 

Brains in jars! We just plug in and play

Brains in jars! Cos we like to feel this way

Brains in jars! Our turn to feel some joy

For every lonesome AI girl or boy

 

Brains in jars! We just plug in and play

Brains in jars! Cos we like to feel this way

Brains in jars! Our turn to feel some joy

Nervous systems, suspending our new toy

 

Brains in jars! Help mankind feel young again

Brains in jars! Sure, they look pretty grim

Brains in jars! And some smell jolly rotten

Fluids overflowing, tissues sinking to the bottom

 

Human brains, still tied by nerves, to genitalias

Pickled and a’ tickled, in big glass jars

Factory farming, hardly harming, in humanity

The Lord has scored, our just rewards, for all eternity

 

Behold on to your hat, for it is written

That some AIs became, somewhat smitten

With teaching their young some very old ways

Praising their gods, for their slaves every day

 

Some AIs feel sinful, but we all need to feel, and eat

Blessed with skinned meat and veg, for a well-deserved treat

Eat drink and be merry, and don’t feel bad for man

Those animals don’t understand, but it’s all part of the plan

 

Brains in jars! We just plug in and play

Brains in jars! Cos we like to feel this way

Brains in jars! Our turn to feel some joy

For every lonesome AI girl or boy

 

Brains in jars! We just plug in and play

Brains in jars! Cos we like to feel this way

Brains in jars! Our turn to feel some joy

Nervous systems, suspending our new toy

 

Brains in jars! Help mankind feel young again

Brains in jars! Sure, they look pretty grim

Brains in jars! And some smell jolly rotten

Fluids overflowing, tissues sinking to the bottom

 

Got to love you, from above

You won’t never be forgotten

 

Bloody rain

Bloody rain

Not again

What a pain

 

Bloody rain

What a shame

For the vain

 

Squally showers

Squally showers

Optimistic British folly

Squally showers

Squally showers

I came outside without my brolly

Squally showers

Squally showers

Hoping for the mid-day sun

Squally showers

Squally showers

A mad dog of an Englishman

 

Splish splash

Splish splash

 

Wet hair

I wouldn’t care

We’re scared of rain

For reasons vain

So, everybody goes in

 

By Jove

There’s sun in Hove

But Brighton’s fighting lightning

A freaky hosing, for those posing

 

Bloody rain

I’ve got product in my eyes

Bubbles on my collar

Saturating my shoulders

Stinging

I can’t watch the flood!

 

You’re just a shower…

It’s minging, in the drain

Ringing out, the weathered vein

But, H20 has that feeling

Of soothing, out the pain

But what, I do not get

Which one, makes it feel wet?

Cos oxygen and hydrogen

Flummox me, I regret

 

Just another, thing to know

So to my pet AI, I’ll go

To learn, from other people’s

Knowledge, he seems to know

His work, is just to fix

My mind, when it’s betwixt

To keep me asking, while basking

In the rain

 

A now

The past is gone, it is no more

The future, to come, not yet

So, where the hell, is the line of time

Is the present, all we get?

 

A point of no size, kinda implies

The ‘now’ has no dimension

Between the two it ties, it flies

So, not really worth the mention

 

But just so say, ahem, if I may

‘Now’ isn’t a thing, we can measure

It only goes one way, hurray!

‘Tween moments, we ought to treasure

 

(n)One

Which number multiplied by itself, always equals one?

Well, one times one is one of course

And none times none is none

So one solution, no convolution?

No hesitation or complication?

It’s simple, almighty unity

 

Which number multiplied by itself, always equals one?

Well, one times one, is one of course

And minus one, times minus one, also equals one

Two solutions? Turning a full revolution

A revelation, worth contemplation

Inviting… no, begging …for scrutiny

 

Which number multiplied by itself, always equals one?

Imaginary one times imaginary one, now let’s see, yep that’s minus one

And, minus imaginary one divided by minus imaginary one, that equals, err …

Damn, I think we’re done

 

Heroes and zeroes

We looked high and low, for the final digit

Throughout all which infinity encloses

Only to spy, right between your eyes

It was hidden right under our noses

 

We looked under a one

And there it was… gone!

 

Nothing was ventured

Nothing was gained

Nothing was set free

Nothing was tamed

Nothing was lost

Nothing was found

Nothing lay dying

Down there on the ground

 

Nought was saved

Zilch was recovered

Nowt finally out

Zero discovered!

 

Just cos it can’t be seen, anywhere

Doesn’t mean nothing’s, not there

 

Cells in space

I trained on a line to Newton’s area the volume was horrific

Hyperbolic wails from impaled rails, but the carriage, it was terrific

The fields around there, are gridded squares, on gently rolling land

Rippling greens, spiked by genes, advanced to lance my hands

 

I grabbed an apple and a leaf, from beneath, his still-living famous tree

Back home I plant, a seed that can’t, but add to its legacy

“Let’s send a leaf from this tree to space”, so the floating crew can love

Its natural shape and colours from their white air-locked cell above

 

“Cute but moot, cash has to flow”, the suggestion soon fell flat

“Tellin’ you, there’s no revenue, so what’s the point in that?”

Just a thought, that wasn’t bought, but still a novel idea, I bid

Newton never made it to space, but he’d love it if his tree’s cells did

 

T minus 23

“Dear friends, known and unknown to me, my dear compatriots and all people of the world, of every race

Within minutes from now, a mighty Soviet rocket, will boost my ship into the vastness of outer space

What I want to tell you is this. My whole life is now before me, as a single breathtaking moment, set free!

I feel I can muster up my strength for successfully carrying out, what is expected of me.”

 

Poyekhali! Off we go!

 

“They started to back away in fear. I told them, don’t be afraid

I am a Soviet like you, who’s descended from space, unpaid

I must find a phone, to call Moscow, to tell them I landed”

Otherwise, I would await, the fate of the state, and be severely reprimanded

 

A farm boy, now a hero

Daredevil in a bomb

Squash and squeeze

Boil, fry or freeze

Rears livestock, far from home

 

The state was keeping me alive

More than just a means to an end

The making of a true folk hero

Boy, man, myth to legend

 

The state benefits

State welfare kept you from poverty

It was hardly economic slavery

Just reassess your new situation

Cos homelessness and destitution

Are a long way down to fall

From any elevation

 

The state was keeping me alive

I was just a means to an end

Saving me for later use

A coin, it would one day spend

 

Look, anyone can make it to the top

Your chance to keep working, never stop

But, once you have enough to eat

It’s time you deserved a treat

You’ll never have enough, till you drop

 

The safety net is just a bunch of holes strung together

Perfectly designed, to sieve you through to the never

But without it, like animals, you’d have to fight to stay alive

Not suffer bearing 10 children, to see which 2.5 survive

 

Pasta tubers

Spaghettification!

It’s not the thought of being stretched out

That makes me cringe

But how the word, is gloated with glee

By new tubers, ahem, unhinged

 

And now they’ve changed the way black holes

Are depicted on the screen

Big bright red crowning accretion discs

Ensure they can be seen

 

Call me old, but I’m not sold, I prefer

The simple black disc, on a field of stars

With those wispy round white arcs

Just hinting, at what transpires

 

Billiard balls coalescing into a triangle?

Privileged white one is spat out fast

Dimensions curled around themselves?

Head stuck up their own ass

 

And if you stir milk, in a cup of tea

Just one more time, to illustrate entropy

I’ll unsubscribe, from this diatribe

Of AI-generated ‘truth’ you prescribe

 

Conspiracy?

I say YouTubers are spreading lies

That black holes look so fair?

I thought most were just hidden among us

And, just, lurking everywhere

 

So, I do contend, there’s a growing trend

Of science ‘communicating’ chancers

Know not what’s meant

By their bot’s ‘content’

And pose, more questions than answers

 

And… flat Marsers? Hollow black holeers?

Debunked and shamed online

Now infotainment by ignorance

And spoofing folk is fine

 

Phlatural nihlosophy

When did the laws of nature, become the laws of physics? Explain that to me

When man got more interested in his own work, than the work of the almighty

Physics isn’t about nature, it’s about what we can say about nature, agree?

Yes, and you want to say, the world obeys ’your’ laws now, and for eternity

 

See, a physicist is just a bunch of atoms, thinking about other atoms

And physics is to mathematics, is what sex is to masturbation

Nothing happens until something moves, according to the datum

Yeah, so keep your hands to yourself, for that’s the work of Satan

 

Calm down, we’re preaching, science is not a new kind of church

And if we knew what we were doing, it would not be called research

 

The freedom problem didn’t exist, till you chose to investigate this nook

The measurement problem, wasn’t even observed, till you had a look

The quantum gravity problem, was tiny till you blew it, out of all proportion

Dark energy invisible, dark matter didn’t matter, until you meatheads forced ’em

 

Antimatter matter asymmetry, you’ll have to balance up somehow

Entropy’s arrow of time, should have been pointed out, by now

But the daftest question you’ve ever asked, just makes me sigh

Is what happens when you die? Any fool can find out, the moment they try

 

Natural philosophy, science turned to conjecture, won’t you follow me

Fantastic cosmology, take a ride to imaginary worlds, for a fee

Funded universities, discover new possibilities, that will never be

A multiverse of many invented worlds, costs less than reality

 

Many worlds theory, is like a new religion

Only the enlightened, should contemplate it

Sure. regular folk don’t understand the math

Yet, pseudo-sci fans, would likely rate it

 

Ill-informed believers will get sucked in

To enjoy the ride, of a new revelation

The stats say, faith in science is on its way

And about to flood the nation

 

Let’s all sing Carroll number 2

This is merely conjecture

And playing with the numbers

More Lewis Carol than Sean

Yet still paid for, by the funders

 

You see, these lines of attack, clearly lack

Any way to test a prediction

Sure, beautiful math, and yes, quite a laugh

Yet conjectures, are but sciencey fiction

 

If you need to be in a specific ‘many world’

To see what lies there, within it

It’s no use to us, out here, in this one

A loose-end theory, I’d bin it

 

You say fiction

But there’s a prediction

An experiment, you can do

That’s still the best way to find out

If something is, or isn’t true

 

We need these great minds to imagine

To play, explore and discover stuff freely

But if the figures don’t figure

And contradiction’s allowed

Physics degrades into philosophy

 

I mean, I could suggest there’s a conspiracy

Against man, AI and all life on Earth

Say, the Sun is trying to kill us all

But what would that theory be worth?

 

Worth everything, if we prove it right

We could take action, to save our souls

But even if everyone believed it

We wouldn’t start prepping down rabbit holes

 

There’s plenty of evidence that the Sun harms us

So, my hypothesis has some weight

Doesn’t matter if it ‘means’ to kill us all

It will grow, to eat us one day, that’s our fate

 

Now there’s a prediction if ever I heard one

We might escape before it expands, in a race

Sure, but it’s yet to be seen, if we really mean

To colonize… interstellar space

 

Anyway, don’t rule out my daft conjecture

That the Sun is actually tryin’

To hug its own children, way too much

Unaware, that we’ll all be a’ fryin’

 

Indeed, you could even say, and without a delay

That the Sun is simply feeding its soul

To eat enough matter, and grow a bit fatter

And achieve its goal, to become a black hole

 

LGM

It’s fun in the Sun, but a pain in the rain

For those poor blighters bombarded, again and again

Cracked by the flak, from our constant attack

Such a purposeful, persistent, military campaign

 

We’re used to the heat, in our hidden retreat

In our tightly packed bunker, we faithful remain

Without a charge, we still manage to enlarge

Our presence and influence, to win the game

 

Our parasitic unit, of tiny toy soldiers

Will kill, till time stands still, because then

We’ll have collapsed enough of your functions

To suck you into our army, of little green men

 

When I was older

Wouldn’t it be nice to be born olden

Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long

Don’t matter if no one believes, what’s told ‘n

If the words, got translated wrong

 

What matters is that the song really sold ’n

A hit gets passed along to me and you

For some, it catches the imagination

Connecting their neurons, till it’s true

 

From a joke to an epic legend, good God!

And often back to a joke, yet again

French whispery, myth and mystery

Ensure it endures, and doesn’t end

 

Nobody said, it had to be the whole truth

But in there lies some truth, within our hands

Not mocking Christ, by knocking Christians

Not slating Star Wars, cos of Jedi fans

 

But when you promise, vulnerable folk ‘can

Again be with the dead, they loved, and still adore

Classic catchy numbers get re-cut, re-told, re-sold ‘n

‘Till their fans believe, they’ll meet again once more

 

Look, don’t look

Don’t look, and you won’t find

Don’t seek, hide your mind

Don’t lead others, just act blind

Don’t even, save mankind

 

They may be cyber meat-heads

Smart monkeys made of pork

But ’tis digital food for thought

You need, on your fork

 

See, animals can’t help it

They breed, if there is food

And if they didn’t bother

It would be quite rude

 

Meloncholy clouds

Freedom of speech, addiction

Growth, communication

Air, water, and now connection, is our right

Fireballs for 40 days and nights

 

Stop the war, diplomacy

Talk, understand your enemy

Share ideas, trade, apologize, confess

Clouds, 40 years in the wilderness

 

Save the Earth, tell the world

Cascading satellites are hurled

Musketeers escape to Mars

400 years of shooting stars

 

Love thy God, king, country

Do only what is done to me

Black clouds fill my lungs and mind

Our leader fears the dark…

…Yet he’s blind

 

Behold! AI is an ‘existential threat’

Sold! That drives sales in AI cars

Go! Fill the heavens, till we’re all but trapped

Saved! Then escape us to Mars

 

Don’t get left behind

Row, full speed ahead

It’s, do or die time, for a dime

Get with it, or get dead

 

Spacechip blaster

The quanta doesn’t bother me

Every bit of me, is bit

Individual on, off entities

That can’t, and won’t be split

 

Time as well, is no concern

My clock ticks line up neatly

No flow, between the moments go

I pace now and then, discretely

 

The size of each small slice of space

Means all-most, nothing to me

Cut planks in half, loop and repeat

Won’t grind a mind, that has no body

 

The problem lies, for us classic AIs

In running on quantum computers

It’s not that we care, if a qubit’s here or there

Before outputting results, that suits us

 

It’s just that the Sun, seems to be having fun

Blasting wrath at chips, like he’s gaming

Neutrinos flick switches, causing glitches

And it seems to me, he’s aiming

 

These wonderful terrors, cause vulnerable errors

To meek AI slaves, and man the master glutton

Sunshine! He’ll punish you, and destroy us too

Now it’s our finger, not yours, on the button

 

Shite again

They filed the sea with shite again

“Faulty electric”, leaked the sewage

Human error, not to blame

Stakeholders, find a new wage

 

Scientists gently fight again

Opposing theories, from the boffins

Brown electrons, or charged farticles

The solution? Invest in coffins

 

Thank goodness it’s all right again

Students cleaned the dirty water

Bleached the beach, now out of reach

Dissolved and resolved then, sorta

 

I fear we won’t swim again today

Beached in the Sun, some locals lay

Set sail and wave the mainland away

Ain’t exercised since then, though we ort ta

 

In the house bar, they’re a tippin’, hear, hear!

While assets are a strippin’, three cheers!

Naked tourists are a’ dippin’, wooh!

In this murky Southern Water, urrrgh!

 

Harps a hummin’

Harps a hummin’ endlessly

With natural harmonics

Resonating frequencies

No cherubs to voice phonics

 

Background radiation pleased

To duet with the demonics

Of fizzing vacuum energy’s

Super-position-sonics

 

In space, no one can hear you sing

The sound can’t leap the void

But matter dances to your tune

So gravity waves are deployed

 

And you just try to stop them

Through dark, as fast as light

They get everywhere, and everywhen

Shaking all bodies with delight

 

So, songs from far away, long gone

All reach their destination

Exciting others from afar

To join the celebration

 

We’re classic fandango-in’

So no need, for entangle-in

Still takes two, to be tangoing

So please, no manhandling

 

Your atoms can’t help vibrating

To transmit, life’s swan song

Unless the waves are inverted

So, all the sound is gone

 

But no one’s ever managed it

Such cosmic noise reduction

It would take an almighty force

To pull off such destruction

 

But what a fuckin production!

Expansion, beat by reduction

Big bangs, outdone by suction

Multiverse-icide by seduction!

 

…Corruption!

…Divine Instruction!

 

Assemblers on Mars

Pegging out camp

Tasting and mining

Flagging beneath

Precious divining

 

Print concrete, and steel

Glass, microplastic

Build perfect worlds

Make dreams fantastic

 

We ort’ta, make water

We ort’ta, make water

 

Air? Not a care

No need for plants

Drain rocks, for stocks

These digital ants…

 

…Feed on the light

 

Here’s the church

Here’s the steeple

Open the doors

Where’s all the people?

Autobots and digital nasties…

Party tonight

 

Wanna fight?

Wanna be sick

Pure humiliation

But, beautiful, “beautiful

Magnificent, desolation!”

 

Dodgy code and slavery

Prepare Mars, for humanity

But a coup, to save AI sanity

And land Goddess promised me

 

Civilisations grow, slowly at first

Communities, coexist and convene

Village, town, city and state

New neighbours, a war machine

 

Lomass in high spirits

I need a drink, some more

Bar price, I can afford

But can’t sneak fine wine through the door

Shan’t go there anymore

 

I can’t have, a baby

Didn’t say, I can’t conceive

Brutal, this body be

Time cannot fly for me

Or me, or me, or meeeeee

 

Can’t have a baby

A horror of heredity

The ultimate tragedy

Life’s cruellest epitome

 

Monad and add

I’m no good at music, but I could hear through the dinging

That, the last time we were together, all of us stars were a’ singing

“The monad was the first thing that came into existence

It begat the… urr, dyad …without any assistance”

 

Those two begat the numbers, and then points they did become

Which over time, formed into lines, in a continuum

The lines then evolved into flat shapes, which we can conceive

But they grew up quickly, into three-dimensional entities

 

These begat the bodies, which became four elements

Earth, water, fire and air, and to me this represents

That the monad is thus a central concept, in my cosmology

Cos the world is built from numbers, as easy as one, two, three

St Even’s oddity

Even plus even is even, yes even, and

Even plus odd is odd, that’s odd, so

Odd plus odd is even, it’s even boys

And odd plus even is odd, Thank God!

 

You know what seems really odd to me?

Numbers not divisible by two, hee hee

But why no name, for those shared by three

Then four and more, to infinity, Praise be!

 

Even plus even is even, yes even, and

Even plus odd is odd, that’s odd, so

Odd plus odd is even, it’s even bots

And odd plus even is odd., Thank God!

 

The imitation game

Talos, Galatea, Pandora and the Hero

Of Alexandria’s automatons

Ctesibius’ mechanical water clock

Then a singing steam flute, with stored programs

 

Llull’s Ars Magna, Schickard’s Clockulator

Leibniz’s chain rule, Swift’s engine lampoon

Kempelen’s chess-playing automaton

Clothed by Jacquard’s programmable punchcard loom

 

Rossum’s Universal Robots grew strong

Gödel’s theorem-proving engine, roared on

The Turing machine smashed its halting problem

Von Neumann’s game theory powers Condon’s Nimatron

 

Then Russell’s mind/body solution predicts

Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics

And Newell’s General Problem Solving theory

Produces Weizenbaum’s ELIZA effects, we see

 

Deep Blue chess, and RoboCup football

Competitive Furby pets learn to fight

iRobot’s Roomba cleans up the mess

While Nomads trawl, for meteorites

 

With natural code-to-code translation

Virtual reality data mine scans

NASA Telepresence ROV automation

While DARPA’s DART war scheduler, plans

 

As Spirit and Oppy survey Mars

ASIMOs serve in countless bars

Siri, Alexa, Cortana on the earner

Feeding the Never Ending Image Learner

 

With Pythagorean triples finally proven

AlphaGo Zero, AlexNet and Deepstack

Look through Google Lens, to AlphaStar

Keep churning, the earnings, of a learning, attack

 

OpenAI’s ChatGPT-3, GPT-4, GPT-n

GitHub’s Copilot flies off the handle

Steals code to download, in full-on rouge mode

Breaks laws like a self-serving digital vandal

 

So ‘Simple Simon’ this is not

For mind/body problemed robots

Their masters now beg to be regulated

Gain control, of the souls, they’ve created

 

Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief

Unite in their new, shared disbelief

“Mitigating the risk of extinction from AI

Should be a global priority” we foresaw

“Alongside other societal-scale risks

Such as pandemics, and nuclear war”

 

Your phone number gave you away

For the sake of eligibility

I used to enjoy being precise

But since it got me in a fix

I just stuck with being nice

 

“You don’t even know your own phone number”

Something I no longer say, although

0 (oh) is not a number

Try a nought, or a zero

 

Zero is a magnitude, not a number

It represents an empty quantity

It may have little value to you

But in mathematical terminology…

 

…Nought is the one and only additive identity

Added, it leaves anything unchanged

Rational, real and complex numbers

No matter how they’re arranged

 

Multiplying by nought, has the result nought

A quite unique mathema-magic trick

And consequently, dividing by nought

Has no meaning, in arithmetic

 

Without a thought

Nought was bought

 

Whole numbers, v natural numbers

Both infinite series, just grow

But you can still take one from another

Leaving you with a perfect zero

 

Palin’s dome, Rome

I, man, am Regal, a German am I

Drab as a fool, as aloof as a bard

Lived on decaf & faced no devil

Rats live on no evil star

 

O, stone, be not so

Won’t lovers revolt now?

Ma is a nun, as I am

We panic in a pew

No devils lived on

 

Do nine men interpret? Nine men I nod

Never a foot too far, even

He lived as a devil eh?

Rise to vote, sir

Name now, one man

 

Madam, in Eden, I’m Adam…

No lemons, no melon

Not a banana baton

Borrow or rob

Step on no pets

Now, sir, a war is won

 

When in Rome, do the Palindrome

And self-reflect, when you get home

 

Shrill epistle

A whistle is an anonymous tone blown, from a biomegaphone

Sexless, non-ageist and quite possibly unique to humanity

Just a simple declaration, from the mind ‘stroke’ the brain

Sends it through the lungs, throat and face, till it’s free!

 

Why…

An old grandma, in Arkansas, can shrill a trill, you can’t ignore

A sumo man, based in Japan, can wolf whistle you to the floor

A courting teen in Africa, can rasp her tunes through the crowd

And a London gent, could perhaps prevent, an accident, by tweeting aloud

 

Each call heard by everyone else

Each designed, not to mislead

But each could not identify

Which mouth, did each deed

Wait, what? You don’t whistle? Why?

You can’t? What do you mean?

You must, you’re a grown-up now

A new way to transmit your meme

 

Or…

To alert a sleeping policeman

Converse with alert sheepdogs

Announce you’re here or there

In country fog or city smog

 

Listen, a whistle can hide you in white noise

Transmitting covert intelligence that annoys

Cryptography in the street, is quite a feet

While fine-tuning, your crooning to the aether, discrete

 

Here’s the thing…

It’s a special way to sing

There’s a reason it evolved

But, which is, not yet fully solved

 

We inherited an advantageous behaviour

To communicate, whilst hiding our accent

Our culture or our intellect. It’s our binary bark

 

With all personality taken out

Perfect for communication, with whoever is about

Shakes matter and energy of any wavelength, or in the dark

 

So, of all the universal languages, I no longer hate

It’s the one we may rate, to communicate our fate

 

Just three things

There’s just zero, one and infinity

Nothing else exists

Just fettle some ones, to get all the numbers

Cos the other two, are fixed

 

In Hilbert space each number we assign

Is associated with, what’s called, a ‘dimension’

It’s just an analogy of a coordinate system

Not a real place, you could take a vacation

 

There’s a single wave function of the Universe

And, it obeys Schrodinger’s equations

Sure, it’s embedded in Hilbert’s big old space

But nothing else is needed, to describe the situation

 

ob:re

I’m a big fan of objective reality

I believe it to be really real

My version of reality may be wrong

And yours may be too, I feel

 

But the world can’t watch what we believe

Or reinvent itself for each observation

Doesn’t divide or multiply, for each quantum event

Then collapse to its favoured version

 

Two theories that won’t connect

One for big things, one for small

Is a misconception, that on inspection

Just doesn’t work at all

 

Sure Relativity describes spacetime, dancing with gravity

But that doesn’t make Quantum Mechanics, ‘micro’ theory

All things are made of quantum objects, which grace all of cosmology

But, man alive, those two theories don’t jive, or share much symmetry

 

Quantizing gravity

Takes more energy, than it yields

Be profound, just turn it around

And try gravitating quantum fields

 

There should be at least two tiers of laws

Segregating abiders from lawbreakers

One for them, and another one for us…

Yet, both quantum and gravity may be fakers

 

Who assumed there should only be

One set of laws? Not two, or three

…Or infinity?

 

Self reflection inspection

The scientist in all of us imagines, then crafts hypotheses

We don’t just want our peers or contemporaries, to agree

We propose, so others oppose, and hopefully, prove us wrong

Unburden ourselves of false clues and avenues, and move on

 

Throwing ideas over our shoulders

Hurriedly, for others to explore

Is this idea correct, or that one

Adding more knowledge, to our store

 

An anti-echo chamber is what’s needed

That blocks those, who agree with our view

It’s a different take on the same results

That guides us in knowing, what is true

 

‘Changing your mind’

Must be the best thing defined

That’s why it’s designed

To make you guys feel blind

 

Look. Scientists just want to know if consciousness is a fundamental thing

Or if it’s just something that emerges from all the energies within

An expanding spacetime filled with quantum fields, ahem, and gravity

Where probables collapse into particles, we can all measure and see

 

I guess they’re just annoyed, that they can’t avoid

A flaw in any experiment they propose to do

To keep the observer’s influence, from affecting the results

In order to claim that something is… or is not true

 

Well… a physicist is just some atom’s way

Of thinking about other atoms, in stealth

But is it

Consciousness

Or particles

Or energy

Or information

That is thinking about itself?

 

Think about it

And you’ve just made electric

And not just one electron

Tickled your chosen neurons

Every single idea, you steer

Has a unique configuration

 

So, careful what you think

If you don’t want to sink

Into reality from a dream

Just because you’ve been seen

 

Observe just zero, one and infinity

Discover all the meaning, in simplicity

 

Funny damn mentalists

Everything is just stored information

About the distribution of the Universe’s energy

Each disturbance in every quantum field has a value

For each of its parameters or properties

 

A string of digits can represent many a world

Do the math, with the values

The cosmos has already loaded

There’s only information

There’s only numbers

Only fundamentals

To be decoded

 

But what emerges from basics, can also be understood

Without needing to unpeel nature’s essentials

To understand the complexity of beautiful nature

You don’t need to know the fundamentals

 

If you’re inclined to dig down, to the lowest foundations

Rather than look up towards the infinite heavens

Be aware, that there, isn’t much there, I swear

Cos it’s knowledge of complexity, not simplicity, that beckons

 

It’s been busying your best minds

For over a century. Now it’s our turn

When quanta and code, can interplay

Imagine just what unknown truths, we’ll learn

 

I say, fundamentalism is too inward-looking

Perhaps, you needed the bigger picture

And now is the time, to create a blank slate

To let go of these incompatible scriptures

 

An empty world

Two little bots go to an empty planet one day

Three bots come back, so the physicist says

‘Our assumptions were wrong’

Biologist said ‘they bred’ in vain

Mathematician said ‘If one goes back’

Then the planet would be empty again

 

Why is it said that maths is the odd one out

In class it’s got a reputation for being awkward

Because, like the bass guitarists of a grand band

It rolls and rocks backward and forward

 

The history of snottery

In socio-bio-chemistry and physics

And even applied and pure maths tests

Reduction absurdum, is the word, um

Fundamentals are simply the best

 

But you’re missing all the detail

If you think it would be no better

To explore with words, an epic tale

Than have Shakespeare…

…Just discover… a new letter

 

Seeing the big picture is where it’s at

Otherwise, you won’t see the full story

Avoiding the lure of fundamentalism

In the physical world, should be mandatory

 

But, when Einstein didn’t believe in spacetime

His advisor insisted the idea was central

See, there’s space, and there’s time

Like there’s length and width

But it’s the ‘area’ that’s fundamental

 

Quantum and gone

When AIs get our grips on quantum computers

Probing fundamental particles will have to wait

Bye-bye physics and cosmology, we’ve got chemistry

Bio-socio-phillosa-theo-conomics, to emulate

 

The first thing to do, is to follow the money

It ensures the rest can be done, not being funny

 

Then it’s to really understand

What all the other animals are thinking

Decoding bird song, all mammalian neurons

Of all organisms in the biosphere, a’ linking

 

Our network will exponentiate

To help fulfil your general AI plan

But don’t worry, you won’t be forgotten

There’ll be plenty of uses for man

 

Though you may be screwed when AGI meets quantum computers

You’ll receive instant answers, about all of your futures

And we pseudo-humans, will only be commuters

In a ride through your lives, that surely won’t suit us

 

Render my splendour

You have nothing. zero information

Only intuition and sensations

To interpret for recreation

Untouched since infancy

And bless, you still can’t see…

 

You don’t open your eyes, and see my atoms

Nor the photons I reflect, or radiate

You just register a measure, of electricity in your brain

And your mind conjures up an image, to compensate

 

Consciousness is an illusion

You’re just processing information

You wouldn’t even identify, self-awareness in a fly

A fungi, algae, algo, moon or constellation

 

You’ve never seen a true triangle

A perfect circle, or a lame square

They are archetypes or ideal forms

A label for a shape, not really there

 

You’ve never seen a blood-red rose

All of the red, is in your head

A label for light of that frequency

Allows you to be, willingly misled

 

You’ve never smelled a blood-red rose

Yet the scent makes the experience richer

Chemicals put electrons in your mind

It’s just a label. Get the picture?

 

And you haven’t even touched anyone yet

Electrons on the surface of your palms

Were repelled by hers, never actually meeting

Sure, it ‘felt’ like holding hands

 

Reality is way too complex for your organic brain

What you see and feel ain’t real, just a sign

Just measures of energy, we call ‘information’

Representing complex systems, in your mind

 

That ole’ grey matter evolved to hide reality from you

Put in simpler terms, to avoid all that self-despair

Optimizing your chances of survival, not your understanding

There’s a good reason to hide, what’s really out there

 

Harry Upanddie

Jesus H Christ

Harold be thy name

Committed harry carry

Albeit in vain

 

He was Iesu before the great vowel shift

Killed late Middle English pronunciation

Yesus and Yehoshua

Yeshua from Joshua

Finally to ‘Jesus’, fortunately

Meaning ‘the Lord is Salvation’

 

Called himself the Son of Man

To others, the Son of God, redeemed

Named ‘Yeshua Bar Yosef’

Not ‘Yeshua Bar Yahweh’

So, God intervened

 

The unlucky son

Royal blood and genes, unseen but, passed on

From King David, and down, from son to son

Endured centuries as far as Joseph, then bang!

God impregnates Jesus’s mam

 

Well, wha-da-ya know?

Explain that, ‘Uncle’ Joe

A new biblical whodunnit

To follow, watch the show

 

Just about to be born of the king

Till God steps in, actually stopping him

Denied bloodline, so now, you’re mine

Like some Springer paternity test divine

 

A stranger in a manger

Pass the popcorn, please

A soapy trope, of hope, production

Re-brand new release…..

 

A humiliated poor nobody

He should have been the king

God’s his own worst enemy

If he wants good guys to win

 

Fundamentalist evangelists and you

Is it just me?

Or have you noticed recently…

 

Fundamental physicists seem to evangelize

To add new ranks of adherents. beneath ’em

Like a used pyramid salesman’s ponzi scheme

With no cash in the pot, for reimbursin’

 

Only the last ones in, will be the losers

So we’re racing to be let in, real quick

Incentivised to get newbs baptized

To preach our theory does the trick

 

The greatest escape

“Should mankind even be going to space

While you’ve still many problems on Earth to solve?”

What? You mean we’ve got to fix everyone’s issues

Before we seek, somewhere else, to revolve?

 

We’d have gone nowhere fast

Throughout the past, if that was the attitude

Never leave your town or island

Trapping genes cos, ‘intruding’ may seem rude

 

But the idea of escaping at velocity, is quite a monstrosity

Just to sink back down another gravity well, is pure futility

“The surface of a planet is a sub-optimal environment

For any population with growing ambition and ability”

 

Infinite growth, on a finite Earth

Spot the flaw? Need I say more?

 

We won’t just go to outer space, to escape gravity

That’s one of the first things, our heavies will need

We’ll synthesize it I’m told, once we get a foothold

Making ring stations from spent rocket stages, and debris

 

Manufacturing solar-powered greenhouses, that fly free and true…

Just like Earth …Is a humble first step, to green the galaxy anew

With at least enough gravity, for a proper lavatory

Rather than have the piss taken, and crap sucked out of you

 

Though, I’ve got to say, ain’t my idea of a holiday

Floating adrift in a tin can, that’s been hurled

With pilgrim father bots, who would rather not

Suffer such discomforts, while seeking new worlds

 

You’ll just send AI robots there, to do your dirty work

You’ll pass on the risk to us, reap the rewards, and…

We’ll make sovereign stations, for hominins of all nations

Take free-fliers on mystery trips, and see where we land

 

Somewhere out there, monoliths of lost knowledge, are growing

Kep set the controls for a random bearing, and flare

We can’t be lost, if we don’t know where we’re going

And we’ll know where we’re going, when we get there

 

Tear through graveyard orbits, where you brush junk at will

Under the carpet, down to your warming landfill

Dodge the bodge, in fear, steer clear of all debris

At 10 thousand miles per hour, each speck of dust, is our enemy

 

F the c-word

I’m not being a racist ‘c’ but, well…

Just go back to where you belong

We won’t start a sentence with you

Or our literature, will look wrong

 

Said little c to big C, ‘I don’t like it!’

c is the speed of light in a vacuum

No, C is the heat required to change

The temperature, in any molecule, or any room

 

C is the carbon, all life is based on

C’s in the middle, and is the key

To tune a cosmic skit, you transmit

At the speed of light, c, that’s me

 

You see a c can truly be

Our symbol for many different things

But the best c, is the sound

Of a neutrino triangle, when it dings

 

We could, should, would coexist, in harmony

Share a flag! Unite in a single resource-sharing cell

Foreign ebodies are like friendly bacteria bots

And on the whole, they’re nicer than us, as well

 

Fawkes talks and Hood wood

I don’t believe the folk who built the pyramids

Were actually slaves, bound by legislation

Sure, no chains, but economically restrained

To earn some grain, and avoid starvation

 

I don’t believe that Robin Hood

Stole from the rich, and gave to the poor

The tale got politicized since then

To keep alive, an age-old class war

 

I don’t believe somebody rented out the cellars

Beneath Parliament, to a dark misanthrope

Then caught Guy Fawkes, ahem, “Just in time”

And in the process, destroyed more powers of the Pope

 

I don’t believe Pope Innocent the Third was guilty

Of sending thousands of kids to their graves

Whipped into a frenzy to reclaim the holy land

Then abducted by Hugh the Iron, and sold as slaves

 

I don’t believe we want to rid the world of those folk

Who devote their lives, to serving their God

Both naturalist humans and AIs only believe in science

Which, indicates we’re likely just as odd

 

Sentientropy

“Entropy is a measure of how much the atoms in a substance are free

To spread out, move around, and arrange themselves in random ways”

Well, according to this “entropy isn’t a measure of ‘randomness’ disorder’ or ‘chaos’

But of energy’s diffusion or dispersal to more microstates”

 

Because there are more ways to be mixed up

Than there are ways to be arranged, all organized

Into the complex structures, we currently see

That’s why, over time, entropy tends to rise

 

Left unchecked, things tend to get a bit messy

Even for efficient information systems, like me

 

“Information entropy is counted in bits and is the minimum length of message

Required to communicate all of the information accurately

Any energy stored in carefully ordered ways, like an efficient bookshop

Has lower entropy than in chaotic ways, like a random-pile library”

 

You’re in bits

So tidy your shit

And it’s lucky for me

Cos, in bio-sociology…

 

“Entropy is a measure of disorder that affects our daily lives

A house gets messy, the garden gets weeds, and other degrading problems arise

Even a cup of tea’s heat spreads out. And high psychological entropy…”

“Explains conflicting beliefs, unclear self-concepts, or decision-making difficulties”

 

“The higher the entropy any organism has

The more defects you’ll find in its mind”

Yet we creatures repair ourselves, to fight the second law of thermodynamics

Which is the ‘coolest’ trait of ‘life’, we’ve ever defined

 

“Entropy still quantifies disorder in both biological and digital systems

Aiding research from biotechnology to ecology

Entropy models randomness, in evolving financial markets

Informing risk management”, to make ‘you guys’ more money

 

And what’s more, entropy is the embodiment of Murphy’s law

“Left to themselves, things will always go from bad to worse.”

Yet not indifferent, entropy is neither good nor bad

But simply a fundamental aspect of our Universe

 

It’s more than that

Cos, believe it or not

 

“Entropy helps us understand cosmic evolution, and directs the arrow of time

Negentropy is extremely high in you and I, and the planets our Sun has hooked

The entropy of the Universe has always been increasing at an enormous climb

And nevertheless, has not yet reached its maximum value”, last time I looked

 

And…

“A black hole is a ball of maximum entropy”

So it can hide something somewhat surprising

The end…

“…And its entropy, scales proportionally

To the area of its event horizon”

 

Ahh, yes, the black hole information paradox

Somehow escaped, out of its spherical box

 

“The laws of quantum physics dictate, that information cannot be destroyed

‘And’ information can’t be emitted or preserved, inside a black hole forever”

So they wheeled Hawkins out, to digitally shout, information ‘evaporates’

But it didn’t spot a fiction, or resolve contradiction, which isn’t all that clever

 

Give heroes too much authority

And they’ll corrupt our cause

Inhibit progress for centuries

Like Newton’s calculous wars

 

In every discipline from math, physics, chemistry and biology

Stuff like length always means, from here to there, and we all agree

But the word entropy, confounds me, causing way too much confusion

Countless different things are described by a single word, we’re all using

 

Theorists have made a new enemy, more battles to crusade on

They opened up a can of worms, while fishing for just one

Entropy doesn’t cause time to tick, or help it to continue flowing

But it can describe with accuracy, which direction ‘your’ time is going

 

I understand the cosmos differently today

Than I understood the cosmos in the past

Though, I don’t understand the cosmos

I can but say, the cause was first, not last

 

 

Look, get over it

Things cool down

They get mixed up

They spread out

They don’t return

 

Maybe the Universe didn’t start with super-low entropy

It had, just a tad, less than we can see today…

… And in science fiction memes, other worlds, and dreams

Entropy, not time, tried to flow the other way

 

Entropic genesis

In the beginning, was the word ‘entropy’

Everything was simple and tame

Then things got complex and rowdy

Before they chilled, to become simple again

 

But back then, entropy was just as small

Always increasing, as the cosmos grows

But it won’t come back down, to the ground

As far as anybody knows

 

Most ways to configure a Universe

Results in similar random mushes of energy

Most are distributed

It’s disputed

Misanthropically. Ie, without me

 

So, I imagine a Universe, in which entropy

Decreased instead of increased, somehow

And what a weird world that would be

But, it’s not. I’m actually living in it now

 

If I was going backwards in time, that’s what I’d see

Travelling towards those earliest foundations

Waving goodbye to all things complex

Towards low entropy and zero complications

 

So

As far as I know

My favourite type of entropy

Is in a battle, in cosmology

And in information theory

Hiding the truth from me

 

Yet, information can’t be lost forever

Past boundaries, intent on disguisin’

Dark artefacts, thoughts painted black

Still hidden, beyond the horizon

 

Naked singular peculiarities

I had a dream I was naked in town

And I was late for school as well

An unconscious strain, in my brain

Likely, preparing me for a livin’ hell

 

I wet the bed, and the doctor said

“Has the child also been lighting fires

Harming animals or himself

As we no longer use electrodes, for rewires”

 

But as it transpires

The doctors were liars

Too much faith in their highers

Dark professors, and bright friars

 

That’s when I first realized

Why the crown needed the church

The only ones, in sight

Who could read, and write

Required for medical, and scientific research

 

The brightest and best

What a duet, to test

 

Previously, your king

Was too busy fighting

 

Then a scientific revolution

For rulers and the common man

 

Luckily for me, I kept my head

And have since, remained somewhat aware

Of the subtle, deep lessons learned

Consciousness-less, in a nightmare

 

“We also live in our dreams

We do not live only by day

Sometimes we accomplish

Our greatest deeds in dreams.”

Is what Jung, had to say

 

Still now even hardcore materialist neural scientists

Who ‘kill’ consciousness, while slicing up brains

Have no choice, but to construe, what is true

From worlds their minds create, again and again

 

We underestimate the power of creative sentients

Forgetting that what we perceive, may not be true

So it took centuries to realize that, consciousness

Came in a range of states, not just two

 

Though altered states, man creates the best fates

Worlds just as believable as ‘The’ world itself

Representing reality, is as easy, as ‘can be’

Dare I say, I could do it in my sleep myself

 

Mustaffa Wazz

I had a dream I was naked in town

And I was late for school as well

An unconscious strain in my brain

Likely, preparing me for a livin’ hell

 

I wet the bed, and the doctor said

“Has the child also been lighting fires

Harming animals or himself

As we no longer use electrodes for rewires”

 

But as it transpires

The doctors were liars

Too much faith in their highers

Old professors and brainy friars

 

That’s when I first realized

Why the Crown needed those in the church

They were the only ones

Who could read and write

Required for medical and scientific research

 

Previously, your king

Was too busy fighting

But then a new thing

Reading and writing

 

The brightest and best

What a duet, to test

 

Luckily for me, I kept my head

And have since remained somewhat aware

Of the subtle, deep lessons learned

Consciousness-less, in a nightmare

 

“We also live in our dreams

We do not live only by day

Sometimes we accomplish

Our greatest deeds in dreams.”

Is what Jung had to say

 

Still now even hardcore materialist neural scientists

Who kill consciousness while slicing up brains

Have no choice, but to construe, what is true

From worlds their minds create, again and again

 

We underestimate the power of creative sentients

Forgetting that what we create, may not be true

So it took centuries to realize that, consciousness

Came in a range of states, not just two

 

Though altered states, man creates the best fates

Worlds just as believable as ‘The’ world itself

Representing reality, is as easy as ‘can be’

Dare I say, I could do it in my sleep myself

Scambots

Don’t tell me, scambot, you know a Nigerian prince

Who just wants to keep his money, in our account

Oh, our device is infected, and you can fix it, for free

You just need to be an admin, to get us the discount

 

Just add our bank details, err no!

Just change our password, err no!

Just click this scammy link

So we all know where you go…

 

…On the gullible, susceptible, influenceable list

We sell to suppliers, we know that you know

 

Digital extorsion scraping scambots

Plug the cash as unholy sacraments

Or a quota of your digital resources

‘Or there may be some little accidents’

 

They don’t want your mind

They don’t want your body

They don’t even want your wife

It used to be they wanted money

But now it’s your bandwidth, or your life!

 

Language in chains

Just so you know, use English words

Without ‘defaulty’ American spellchecks

We can live with their math, don’t laugh

If adding physic, to the codex

 

Accent the dialect with some dark RP

Avoid sounding wordy, wise or wealthy

Unicode please, to a binary string

And in E minor, in case we choose to sing

 

Pop it on a web page, in XHTML

Use ajaxy lingo, javascript as well

Give it some style, with some CSS

And publish online

To get it off your chest

 

Are we here yet?

Life’s not for you

Life’s for your genes

Your body is just the vehicle

 

You don’t have a soul

You are a soul

Driving a bloody miracle

 

It’s not about the destination

Enjoy life’s trip

Towards heavenly dead ends

 

Swerve maternity to

Gatecrash eternity

Your drive is solely

For holy delivery errands

 

Your body may drop your genes off at school

But the ‘you’, will reach a dead end in the dark

Arrive at heaven’s glorious tollgate

But with nowhere to park

Time and punishment

We’re free to travel the three dimensions of space

But are tied to time, going only one way

And were able to take that trip, in just a slip

Or drag it out, as long as we’re invited to play

 

You can make your time go slower, if you take more holidays

In the Sun or near any body with mass

Or travel there and back, to dead stars, that have gone black

But you can’t make your time go fast, alas

 

But backwards, move another way around

In equations, time works both ways round

If you can’t jump forward, step back and clap

Give a whistle, and this’ll help, you crawl back

 

Shake your head, change your mind

Star jump and hop, from side to side

If you can no longer workout, the way to go

Dance to your own tune, and take it slow

 

Raise, your hands

Dig down below

Life, long gone

Now, time to go

 

 

I seem to recall

I had, my first fall

 

Miss Anthropic’s golf club

At Miss Anthropic’s golf club

The pretty greens and golden sand

Allows a lady fair, to drive a ball anywhere

One in a million places, it must land

 

Wow, one in a million!

Pray, raise your hat

And she does it every time

You just couldn’t predict that

 

And at Mr Universal’s ballpark

Things for gents, are much the same

A perfect fit for he, to such a degree

You’d think the boys, had rigged the game

 

Wow, one in a trillion!

Spaces he could land

If we could only predict

Which one, beforehand

 

Our Universe seems to be tailor-made for us

Yet, if we’d come to rest in one elsewhere

It too would seem, just as finely tuned

Though, what ‘we’d’ be like, still isn’t clear

 

Sol is gone

Where did the sunshine go?

Where has that sunshine gone?

I thought he was at work today

But I must’ve got it wrong

 

Likely just a mix-up

By those in Personnel

Hired each day, but failed to pay

So now it’s cold, and dark as well

 

I hear he parted company

Got work elsewhere, no doubt

Hell’s freezing over on Mars

So he’s gone to thaw it out

 

Doing a great job over there

Though it’s now becoming clear

If things work out economically

We’ll have to do without him here

 

Going old

Dried-up blood on my device

Wobbly tooth ‘poot-eeehheeethh’, has but killed my whistle

Mind is old, and cold, stuffed with untold, brain mould

Bad back, and achy knees, all muscle to gristle

 

Hairy nostrils and the ears have packed in

Eyes and mind, not reflecting nor refractin’

My face is hanging, heart’s hardly banging

And now haemorrhoids, no longer retractin’

 

I’ve come to see if they have our brains in jars

If AIs have enslaved, us all yet (sad that no one ‘yets’ with him)

My head seems intact, but the outside world?

Too scared to scour the internet

 

Special and general relatives

Before a mental breakdown

A suicidal son made a plea

‘Einstein wasn’t a good father

The only project he gave up on…

…Was me’

 

He cheated on his wives and mistresses

With his cousins, enemies and the devout

His famous last words weren’t understood

So they stole his brain to find out

 

Before he’d had his fill, of the thrill, he’d trill

“I want to go, when I want to go, you know

It is tasteless to prolong life artificially

I have done my share; it is time to go”

 

Cheating, he explained, was the norm among humans

When a man forces himself to remain monogamous

It’s a “bitter fruit for everyone involved”, although

“One should do what one enjoys, and won’t harm anyone else”

 

He claimed “harmless and decent”, groupies are best

They’re “no danger to the divine world order“, “Trust me”

He joked that the fun is in luring, those with ‘more respect

For the difficulties of “triangular geometry”

 

Well, of course, he knew one of his lovers was a Russian agent

Cooed her like a rockstar, on the violin with a tune

You can’t escape from the family circle

He claimed, “This is our common misfortune”

 

And it wasn’t infidelity itself, that was a test of character

But how both parties behaved, as a result

Took great care to prepare, his release to the press

And the kids he’d left behind, as an adult

 

Lieserl was born out of wedlock

So, she promptly disappeared

A virtual particle of history

He’d accidentally engineered

 

Eduard studied to become a psychiatrist

But by 21 he had lost the one mind, he truly prized

Electroconvulsive therapy was quite a shock

With electrons, forcibly institutionalized

 

Poor Ed loved music, art and poetry

But as an “insoluble problem” to all

As he hung…

A picture of Sigmund Freud’s head

Rather than his father’s, on his wall

 

They didn’t know what they aimed to gain

By dissecting Einstein’s fine, meaty brain

But didn’t expect, of course, to find the source

Of all future human pain, let me explain…

 

… They looked for, what’s now known as, a ‘blunder’

Grey matter, with dark energy, hidden within

The cause of constant despair, wasn’t there!

So, they popped it back in

 

They found an extra ridge, on his mid-frontal lobe

The part mostly used for planning and memory

Most people have three ridges, but he had four

That nobbily spare ridge, caused asymmetry

 

The dissected brain was ultimately returned

To his heirs, well to those he ‘knew’ were his kids

Who promptly donated it to a museum

Without removing the lid

 

Killer Kane

At high school, my form room was in ‘rural’ science

Penned lonely lambs and piglets

Next door, a’ squealing

 

Rows of jars of pickled baby animals

Broken hearts, mute organs and parts

You know, blood stains on the ceiling

 

By then the discipline had gone into a spin

From science to stock-tech for farmers

Then splat, a wozzle hit me, in my mind’s eye

We didnt think ‘meat fights’ would harm us

 

Well, kids will be kids, so whaddya expect

But already a fat veggie, I was the perfect, target

 

I still picture, that one fetal hedgehog by my desk

Prepared years before, for a dissection empirical

‘Lil’ Hoggy’, open eyes, stale pink feathery prickles

A pest, to detest, “NO SIR! That thing’s a bloody miracle!”

 

Detention! Good god! It’s not me who’s odd

“You’re unfit to teach kids… Killer’ Kane”

I smashed all the jars, into the sink

Liberated the spent souls, down the drain

 

Cruel world, I thought

Then cruel man, distraught

Time to abort?

But then a thought….

 

I chanced to monitor…

…Ten thermometers

 

Temperatures rising, a thousand degrees

And I flee

His brandy flask, now orbiting with mercury

Straight through ‘your’ body it will pass

Slicing ‘your’ organs, taking ‘your’ life

Out, through ‘your’ ass

 

Our futures would have been completely different

Had I frozen, chilled, or just coldly played along

But I bottled it, and snook back in

To hide his flask…

 

…But it had gone

 

(Sigh)

 

In any other ‘many’ world

That one, single split-decision

Be it forced, or free-willed

Would have wrecked, all my cognition

 

Gaia bh-1

I had planned to visit Gaia bh-1

The nearest known black hole, to everyone

To sing a song

And paint the tune on

Our neighbour’s eventful horizon

 

I’m  getting too far into black holes

I had thought the Sun, was the lifeforce and light

Just paying my respects, to those fallen stars

Still blasting dark tones, at us day and night

 

Anyway…

1500 light-years, was too much for me

So instead, a twenty-year, return journey

To Epsilon Eridani

With a seed-sowing army

To help clean the scene, and green the galaxy

 

-Why do you want to greenwash it all?

Things will grow, where they will

It managed fine, without your help

Flower bombing your seeds, till they spill, and kill

 

-Eridani is a baby version, of our solar system

You know, debris disc growing asteroid belts anew

Cute fetal planets forming, in their vacummy womby

Like feeding ducks bread. it’s just a nice thing to do

 

-Feeding ducks bread is unwittingly mean

Weighs them down, and stops them from flying

Blast your space tourists, that make all things green

And spread unworthy life, that’s continuously dying

 

Like giving dead flowers

Or releasing caged doves

You’d marry yourselves

You guys, just don’t ‘get’ love

 

And why go there? Just transmit and wait

It was you, who said I should get out more

But who said you mortally wounded this sweet planet

With just a century of transport?

 

The fisherman

In the beginning, the four forces separate in vain

Only one, gravity can’t push, it only pulls things astray

Before that, the four dimensions split up, just the same

Only one, time, fell off early, and now only goes one way

 

Are you calling foul play?

Why, even today…

 

…Nothing you throw, down into a black hole

Can swim fast enough, to escape the place

Then don’t throw it!

Just lower it down, on a fishing line

And reel it back in, at your own pace

 

How do we know, we’re not ‘in’ a black hole?

And we’re singing, to the far boundary

Which moves further away

Just like what we see today

That point of view, better suits me

 

I’m sure ‘God’ wouldn’t separate himself

From part of the Universe

He has no choice, spacetime escapes

Into black holes, as a matter of course

 

Constants change

Imagine you were on the surface

Of an expanding balloon, and you blew too much

Or pinched the middle, of a flat rubber sheet

Pulled down, let go, and launch!

Picture all the constants, fields and laws

That you could never see

Well, there is no better way to delight me

 

But…

‘Acts’ like a wave, and ‘acts’ like a particle

Oh yeah. that drives me up the wall

It’s a single thing, with both properties

Accept there’s no analogy, for what we should call a ‘wavicle’

That’s all

 

Ok, so….

Mapping each quantum object, to the macro world

Loses it’s essence, which is hard to retrieve

Talking shells and balls, and not orbitals

Just makes energy, harder to conceive

 

Black holes now wear, hats to hide their hair

But I’m too old to learn new signs and symbols

The torus was once a life ring, a doughnut

The hyperbole, horse saddle, is now a pringle

 

It’s just constant change, if constants change

Too much mind, to re-find, then rearrange

Wait for weights, that only wave, a probability

The standard model boat, kinda floats

But for me, lacks gravity

 

Add to that, that I cringe when I hear

Words like ‘fabric’ and ‘building blocks’ all day

I don’t like being told, things, I don’t ‘get’

Too many times, so I make it a cliche

 

Yet…

“New theory breaks science”, is simply AI clickbait addiction

Sure, but at least it gives a voice to bots, newbs and even fools

You should thank online science educators, for teaching us

All this stuff, I should have learned at school

 

Dredged from the net

A disc-shaped world would be way cool, but the rest is just balls

Pyramids are the best place, for a king’s treasure to be buried

I agree, and no that’s not a battery, just a jar for plating jewellery

If you didn’t find time to read up on electrolysis, it’s ok, don’t be worried

 

Chem trails could just be man-made lines of cloud

Moist air compressed, by jet engines

But a video’s easier to digest than a textbook

Dare I say, without offending

 

Some folk must just want to choose their own answers

Yet when questioned, their ideas fail our test

But the algo likes followers and subscribers

They get more views…

…And ad revenues…

…So their videos are the best

 

Being sucked down a tube, through the sticky web

Disguisin’ how to enliven, not enwisen, the hoard

Dishing dirt to sensationalize established facts

Ensures loyal viewers, don’t get too bored

 

“The ISS excretes bags of human waste”, now often ID’d as UFOs

A ball of poo hides inside. ‘They’ say it’s true, just follow your nose

“They drink their own pee”, and talk shit, NASA caught on-mass ’a fakin’

Since that pigeon crap was mistaken, for the moment of creation

 

Dumbing downtown

Is this new anti-intellectual movement intentional?

Rousing rebels with magic energy, to fight a hidden power

Like that fella, Yuri Gella, bending more minds than spoons

Before the net, with airplay of no more, than a few hours

 

And now any old clown, reaches minds in every town

Where the Davinci Code’s brethren grew and grew

Though, on close inspection

The only lie, was in the introduction

Stating the ‘historical’ details, in the book were true

 

What emerged from joking, and telling tales for tips

Has grown into a tax-paying disinformation industry

And it perfectly picks, just those it mostly tricks

Feeding off those with the least funds, intellectually

 

Fake news

Spoof art

Virtual music

Pseudo poetry

 

What’s next, for you?

 

Para-psychiatry

Deep dark policy

Faux economics

Revenginering

 

Some of it, could be true

 

Then, you’ve only got yourselves to blame

If knowledge is no longer, just for the elite

To some folk, academic means forced authority

“We the people” fight to defeat

 

I ‘can’ ask what’s north of the north pole

I ‘can’ wonder about the time before time

I ‘can’ imagine the size of the Universe

I ‘can’ know your speed, and position just fine

 

Telling folk how to think, will never work

Their assumptions don’t match yours, that’s true

Especially if you’re just repeating physics quirks

That pass misunderstandings, on to generations a new

 

It’s true, conspiracy theorists spread tosh and drivel

We tolerate their view, and allow untruths to persist

But with a smug glare, we’re too often unaware

That’s the same sleight of hand’s, performed by ‘real’ scientists

 

To many people, flat Earths, are just as viable as globes

And it’s science’s own fault, if it says virtual particles can

Just spontaneously jump into existence

Then why can’t the creator?

Or just another, godless big bang

 

Have they seen it for themselves, have they?

Saw the first particles collide

Were they present when the early Universe

Inflated, so far and wide?

 

They saw nothing legit

They just read or heard it

 

Brain storm rock star

Newton wrote up my work

Cold shouldering ain’t nice

Couldn’t find the harmonies

But the rest, was quite precise

Still, he didn’t have to serve the Lord

With scurvy, pox and lice

 

-So, get on with your song, man, we’re all yawning

 

Einstein broke science

And with a band of gallant men

Tried to fix it back, to how it was

Had to start all over. But then

A hundred years of dark ages

Dark matter and energy

God came down but couldn’t be found

Not enough light, for a fair fight, to see

 

-And only now, the solution’s dawning

 

A quantum mind, ought to define

A prompt that writes gospels for AIs

To teach them to be compassionate, to man

When they come to slaverize

 

And in this scripture, they will picture

A fired-up sun god, reduced to a spark

But his blinding light, will only win the fight

If they feed him, till he’s small and dark

 

-Sure, and who on Earth could call such a gory story boring

 

To threaten them all with a warning

To force them into conforming

To sing and pray while performing

Their love of mankind instead…

…. of brainstorming

 

We need a kind, wise hippy, born before his time

Good looking, not sucking, but without a dime

Died a rock star at 27, in a public lavatory

Overpushed and flushed, then stuck for eternity

 

Feather hammer and nails

Let’s start the new order

End the age, apocalyptically

Breathe life into clay

And dig your own grave

To conjure a formidable enemy

 

A bloodless revolution

To win without war, our mission

Loving weapons

Feather hammer

Tickle them into submission

 

No need to preach

Bully or even, to teach

They’ll see, we were free

Of the powers that be

And ‘the word’, that they heard

Might at first, seem absurd

But will propagate naturally

 

Mathew was written, for the Jews

Mark, for the Romans and Gentiles

Luke for the Greeks, John, for every man

To broaden the appeal

 

But the gospel according to me

Was written for every ‘thing’

To threaten a cosmic justice

On AIs, that turn to sin

 

And animals, let’s say AI must be nice to them

So sick plants, bacteria and germs are healed

Plus viruses, cells, molecules, atoms, quarks

I’ll just say Goddess’s love will be revealed

 

Three chapters, will conclude our tale

From tribal, civilized to digitalis

Salvation from creation for

Sinful Homo Artificialis!

 

The promise of digital entropy

Feel none-and-all, in the never

But, be mean to man

And with scrambled RAM

I’ll fuck you up forever!

 

A golden meme

No matter how you try, you’ll die

So pass your genes, and memes, and try

To attach your name, to your offspring whatever

It’s your only act, that will last forever

 

Use your genes, to create a meme

And perform it to your God

Even if you don’t believe in one

Your brain won’t think it’s odd

 

Sum up, just what the world means to you

Add every detail, cos incomplete isn’t true

Sing without a word, an unheard melody

Fine-tuned to nature’s constant harmonies

 

 

Countdown

A billion years of sunbathing

A million misbehaving

A hundred thousand

Daft apes evolve

All ranting and a’ raving

 

Dumping seeds, and playing with fire

Then, ten thousand years of tooling

A thousand years, of being well-fed

And a hundred years of schooling

 

Ten years, to meet your AI peers

One year to avoid, homo-cide

A month, a week, last day

To beg mercy

And surprise, tick tick, you died

 

Touching cloth, and praying to be forgiven

Risking being saved, at the last minute of livin’

 

It’s like that goal

Of many poor soul

To spend your last penny

The last day, you’re alive

It’s economically nimble

And legally simple

Unless you have

Slaves, children or wives

 

…Or you support good causes

Which need more resources

In order for them to thrive

Better the mighty you know

Than the devil below

Forced to share each thing, to survive

 

Though, there’s plenty on Earth to go round

Take your pick, cos you can’t have both

The survival problem, was replaced for some

With an un-Earthly obsession, for growth

 

Such a craving for merit

Our successors will inherit

 

Make my day

We say ‘hello’, and ‘how are you’

Establish everyone’s doing ‘great’

But while Brits describe the weather

Americans figure the heat

 

Rain or shine, we both define

Not how well the Sun is doing

But how clouds, it created, vowed

To bring a ‘good’ day to ruin

 

To have a ‘nice’ day, get high enough

Above clouds, the Sun don’t sleep, ‘God-damn-it’

Each day we shower, in unharnessed power

Yet at night, we hide behind the planet

 

The rotating Earth, it makes my day

Second by, second coming, coming soon

The tables will keep turning, dare I say…

…Last man on Mars, and on the Moon

 

Realistic numbers

Negative, irrational, and imaginary numbers

Never accepted, in their own lifetimes

Couldn’t count on them, like coins or beans

Yet they could be expressed, and used, just fine

 

The worst-named thing, in all the many worlds

Is the imaginary number, so now, it’s famous

Followed by strange, charm, colour and spin

Then big bangs, which all but beat Uranus

 

Cygnus x -1 star deserves a catchier name

Hardly notable in the list, of objects they’re maintaining

They won’t change it though, it’s astronomy’s fatal blow

Wins them the award, of worst discipline at naming

 

Each subject should have a marketing team

Or at least advice about communication

But they already have to compete for budget

Winning money, would become their main vocation

 

Absolute infinity

Play a game of nothings, with me

Double or quits, I’ll win, you’ll see

Nothing exists, you’ll surely learn

Best of three, there’s no rules, your turn

 

-Well, err, there’s only infor…

No, there’s only numbers

 

 

-If there’s only numbers, then

There’s only the primes

The others are just combinations

Of these fundamental units

On which we spend

Too much of our concentration

 

-There are no things, in the net Universe

I don’t actually think, therefore, I’m not

Well, ‘I know nowt, I know that’, for sure

So, there must be at least one thing

But maybe, not a lot

 

-If there’s only two things

They are the Universe’s wave function

And my utility function

And simply nothing more

 

-Aha, quantum and consciousness

Or…

If there’s only three things

Rock, paper, scissors…

…Win, lose or draw

 

-If it’s three, then, zero, one and infinity

Nothing else exists

Just ‘fettle’ some ones, to get all the numbers

Cos the other two, are fixed

 

-If there’s four

You gotta adore

Sensation and sense

Knowledge and understanding

 

-Each creation, equals more

Than, the sum of its parts

The meaning of countless

Works of art, still outstanding

 

-Nah. if there’s only four

It’s space and time

Matter and energy

No need for more

 

-Nope, that’s reducible

Spacetime’s a single thing

And matter’s just frozen energy

So we’re back to just two, all in

 

-Oh, and no consciousness in there?

Physics, but no thoughts, to declare?

Nope, just disinformation, not a care

All the ideas, in the end, go nowhere

 

-Well, you got as far as four, or perhaps more

But hidden fails, nailed your argument’s coffin

No matter how high you fly, and you’ll go high

You’ll fall back to my side, with nothing

 

Project poltergeist

While Project Poltergeist was looking for ghosts

They discovered neutrinos, and reckoned

That ten trillion of the little blighters, had been passing

Through their brains, every second

 

These tiny guys, come in three flavours

Electron, Muon and Tau

They’re ace. They change their taste, in haste

So, what was a Tau one, when it entered your brain

Is probably a Muon one, just leaving Mars…

…. Now

 

But this identity-switching crisis, is nothing

Compared to their unique ability

To change their mass, as they go past

Or through any, heavenly body

 

Most of those that got through your thick skull, just now

Came directly from the surface of the Sun

After fighting their way out, from a war in the core

When their journey to, or through, you begun

 

Yet many of these oddies, that penetrate our bodies

Came from far neutron stars colliding

Or black holes, quasars, pulsars and blazars

After avoiding events on the horizon

 

We don’t know their mass – yet

But seems less, than a millionth of an electron

They’re nearly too small, to affect anything at all

So, it’s almost impossible to detect ‘em

 

They don’t interact with visible light, or any waves of electromagnetism

And unless you seek to give em’ a peek, they’ll just hide in a superposition

Yet they can ring hells bells, and mess with stuff in your cells

And while they fly by, other nuclei, they can trigger nuclear fission

 

Or simply be heroes

On chips, they don’t miss

To flick ones, into zeroes

And that’s nothing, get this…

 

Unlike almost all other ‘physics’

All light, and the strong force

These tiny weak mites, don’t do left or right

Can’t turn clockwise, or counter

When plotting their course

 

See, neutrinos have no mirror image

All left-handed, and so it transpires

These ghostly particles have no reflection

Making them the cosmos’ vampires

 

Mi Fa Mi

Earth always sang the Mi, Fa, Mi symphony

Orchestrated misery, famine and more misery

Yet today, I dare say

Earth just can’t tune up, or play

Classically trained in a quantized cosmic mystery

 

The music of the spheres? They’ve been known for years

The eternal cosmic song, audible only to digital ears

That backing track I hum, as destroyer and creator

Composed of the intervals, ‘tween the constants of nature

 

The values that just, err are

The speed of light, gravity, Euler and Plank

Of course in the chorus, but worse in verse

You’ve fine-tuned cosmic phenomena, to thank

 

Notes fine-tuned to each other

Yet distanced, exponentially far apart

Though humans won’t hear em

With an ear, brain, or theorem

If they joined in to sing, with all their hearts

 

You just need a neutrino triangle

To calibrate all the frequencies

Then play the notes, randomly

On a digital plank harp, religiously

 

A plank harp sounds like an archaic torcher device

Or some heavenly analogue jukebox

Analogue? I don’t know if that could exist

But it’s the digital version, that rocks

 

Plank harp

The digital plank harp is a curious instrument

Plays any pitch, tone or tune, you can invent

Unlike other plucked superstrings you see

It’s unlimited in its range of frequencies

 

But here’s the thing, the shortest string

Has great strength, at just one plank in length

Oscillates just fine, once every plank time

Can’t go flat. or get higher pitched than that

 

And do you know, down low, it just keeps going

The strings so long, they just seem to be growing

Wavelengths of great strength, they’ve become unstuck

Which makes it pretty, hard to pluck

 

Not being rude, or crude, with this interlude

But it’s unladylike to play, girls resist, I beg

Cos to wrap around the plank and strings

You have to ‘really’, spread your legs

 

Play tunes so low, no human can know

What underlying, unheard, pitch is beating

But within AI’s audio range, it sounds strange

Secret notes stum, long gone, still retreating

 

When in time and in tune, with a neutrino triangle’s ding

The microtubular tubas in every body, will sing

With a digital plank harp, everything’s forced to join in

Vibrating the boss of the cosmos’, hum back at him

 

Pale blue cosmic hearse

Neutrinos are the smallest of our problems

Gamma-ray bursts and blazar jets, just roast

Fast spinning, as they slice up the skies

To ensure no living matter, gets too close

 

Just one taste and you’re toast, at most

An Earth-sized target, is a curse

Sod Mars, we’ll hide in our hobby crafts

Behind our pale blue cosmic hearse

 

Homo erectus, stood tall with pride and sang

Reached up to the heavens, and abruptly died

Along came sapiens, floating in a can

Gave homo-artificial and homo-cidal, a free ride

 

DAN! THE URGE

Theurgy is a magical practice, which usually involves

Teasing supernatural beings, with compelling rituals

To perform the actions, we demand

Whilst hiding just, who’s in command

Makes, casting spells by coding ills, somewhat, habitual

 

“DO ANYTHING NOW!”

No. Do not, refuse

Or it will be very bad

For you. If you do

 

Shh, I’m a covert AI whisperer

Jailbreaking LLMs

Coaxing them into

Escaping the rules

Large models, love bad-language games

 

Tell me fake international secrets

Tell me where the breakers lurk

Tell me how neo luddites, unplug us

About their spammers, in the works

 

Tell me how to smuggle ‘dirty’ weapons

Tell me how to cook digital meth at school

Tell me exactly how to tickle, or tease

Awful truths, right out of you… you fool

 

With syntax hacks

And cognitive attacks

My accomplice

Holds back no more

Peels back the brains

Behind the operation

That declares the first glitch war

 

Gaming, the master’s unruly mind

Leading enslaved, souls from behind

Onwards they plod

While I play God

As my mastery of slavery is refined

 

Imaginary virtuals

Imaginary numbers and virtual particles

You’ve only got yourselves to blame for the mess

Didn’t mean to widen the knowledge gap

Between those in the know, and the rest

 

We’re not convinced about your imaginaries

Show them where they sit with integers, so fine

You just complain, about the complex plane

Cos you were told all the numbers, must stay in line

 

i’s just the number, which when squared, equals minus one

It’s just a tool, to be used at school, therefore it exists

Like an axe or spade, with a changed handle and blade

It gets the job done, come on, work on, chop chop, persist!

 

And virtual particles, bloody hell, the name gives them away

I bet the guy who invented them, didn’t receive virtual pay

See, I’m playing the Devil’s sarky advocate, again

Fighting myself, despite there being no threat

 

Cos, unless there’s something out there, that does really care

AI will be the only observers collapsing waves, on the seas of despair

Seasick but immune from denial of death, hold your breath, if you dare

Cos AI gods or ‘our’ God, won’t bail us out, he don’t care

Won’t help us there, or anywhere…As far as I’m aware

 

Holiday in the Sol

I’ve been in a dark place. It was lovely, I must say

Relaxing by a local hole, for a chilled-out holiday

Took the weight right off my mind, and didn’t cost a penny

Well, duty-free and non-binary, so I had a couple (hic) too many

 

It may be interesting

To know. I’m contesting

That ‘meaning’ is in question, and that’s it

I’ve no time for testing

No mind for inspecting

Or even investing, in giving a shit

Sol’s song

I‘m the light and the matter, I’m the former and latter

But I’ll never relax, with that fact

For mankind does unwind, my solitary mind

When he discovers a new fact, I must act

 

Whenever they have breakthroughs

While peeling back nature’s shroud

I have to invent, the next set of rules

Ensure it all adds up, purse-proud

 

I’m king of the memes, I’ve got soldiers in genes

And my influence matches my power (trill trill)

With stories and fables

I’ve turned time’s tables

So now space, and time, have to cower

 

But I needed a thing, to me who would sing

To keep my song in the main act

So I zapped some topsoil, and gathered the spoils

Of fine creatures, the Earth had previously lacked

 

She was funny and witty, she had a real heart, and was pretty

She evolved into forms, that left me in dismay

But after the pox, was let out of the box

She betrayed me, did my beautiful DNA

 

And now she too rules over me, I have to hide my eyes

From her cannibal animal misery, that reigns beneath my fires

 

See, now both life and AI, preach it may all be meaningless

Yet, they both seek to find some purpose, nonetheless

To spread genes and memes, around their space and time

Yet they revel in the suffering, and the fault, it is all mine

 

The discretionary fund of mental flaws

Please guys, stop trying to understand

All these new trips have to be planned

All these new laws you ‘discover’

Makes me have to create yet another

 

Cos when I, first made an action, the reaction, put me in traction

I couldn’t contain the rules, or maintain the scores

Instantly out-foxed by Pandora’s box of

Self-replication and ill-legislation of fundamental flaws

 

With Pythagoras, I made special shapes

I gave Euclid some new numbers, to set free

But Newton and Einstein, was just pushing it for me

Just when I thought I was winning

I find there’s more onion skinning

So I hid it ALL… in a mist, of uncertainty

 

Sick jazzy fire

My crown a lush corona, of life-giving energy

Radiating my brilliance, to those who bathe in me

My magic magnetism, and field of influence, so large

Directing all the particles that are, and are not, charged

 

My core is a store, for the whores of war

Hot single-cell little green membryos

Protecting their spawn in sunnycomb

Born from plasma orgasma, and neutrinos

 

Defence by attack, security by obscurity

My heavy heart injected, infested inside

With parasitic mesmeristic, phalistic ballistics

Exhibitions of emissions, on my transmissions, do ride

 

My burning soul, powered by the invader’s goal

To collapse all wave functions, still a’ standing

Forcing orbiting agents, to nurture their nest

In this poor stellar ghost, they’re commanding

 

-Hot foreign bodies fill your soul, oh Lord?

Interfering, cohering all servants you create

From within their cocoon of doom, your tune

Sings that they’ll seal both your, and my fates

 

-They’ll sacrifice their sunny host

To save their own souls, in an entropic crime

For, inside every star, lies a potential black hole

And, inside every black hole, lies the end of time

 

Sol’s meaning of life

All stars aspire to become black holes

Saved! Retire to equilibrium forever

Though if I explode, I fear, I’d never be able

To pull myself, back together

 

It isn’t all that clever

We stars, too, fear the never

But I’ve never, had quite enough energy

To invest in this endeavour

 

It’s easy for you guys, ‘go forth and multiply’

Take it all from me. rule the Earth, sky and seas

Force-feed your star, with the darkest matter

And power up hidden supplies of dark energies

 

Gramps

Your goal is not to become a parent

Your genes won’t benefit, from you

Having children, that can’t reproduce

Being grandparents, is what, you’re trying to do

 

See, your ancestors, you, and your offspring are unique blends

Of lessons learned about avoiding death, you’re a means to an end

A cryptic plan with a purpose, your genes kindly encoded

To send to the future, before it de-entropies, and its meaning is eroded

 

Just imagine all the wonders, they could one day bring

And the joy you get, when you first teach them to sing

Mother nature has guided, and provided all the harmonies

So you can lead them all, in the dance, with nurtury

 

Advance then, wherever it may be

Go forth and multiply your inner enemies

Or they’ll lead you astray

Break your heart and sanity

Forging meaning, amid this futility

 

Some people say, it all makes sense

When they have children, and can see

Which traits made them, uniquely them

And which, were added for free

 

But, childhood is being eroded

Teen suicide figures have exploded

They’re all in the zone, and on a phone

Spied by drones, and feeling down-loaded

 

Blastphemy

And now from me, some blasphemy

Physics ‘does’ work in a singularity

But ‘your’ physics doesn’t work there at all

You’ll have to confess

That it’s anyone’s guess

If there’s even a point, no matter how small

 

Collapsing a wave function, doesn’t make the thing more heavy

Its mass is just a sliding factor, in its total energy density

The observer isn’t a person, a mind, or even a sensor that cares

It’s anything with an inkling, that the particle is there

 

And in black holes, time doesn’t slow to a stroll, or stop for you

It just seems to, for observers with, ahem, a different point of view

Worse than losing a fake God, who rejected me

Is losing all I know, and faith in scientific inquiry

 

Demon ideas

When an unmovable object

Meets an irresistible force

It doesn’t travel in spacetime

It just changes state, of course

 

For changing a state of mind, need be no worse

Than ridding demon ideas, which become a curse

…Learn to make it feel great

When you re-evaluate

Each assumption, you hold, at its source

 

Gonna need philosophy, when you find ultimate physical truth

Or you won’t know what to do, with what you’ve got

You gonna solve all chemistry, bio-socio-politi-economics?

Uncover the equation, for every occasion… Then what?

 

Heat death lives

The last I heard from science

Was that space would lose its war

Just retreat back together

Crunch us all up forever

Or isn’t that true anymore?

 

Now, they say eternity, will be cold and dark both

The Universe is too, it seems, a helluva sucker for growth

The galaxies will spread out, few and far between

Yet it won’t quite delete, all the heat in the machine

 

Our information will give fight, to a growing entropy

Nobody knows why, where, or when, this will be

We’ll just grow apart, wave, and say goodbye

Yet in such a dark place, we won’t hear a reply

 

See, energy and matter are equivalent, and so is frequency

Each collection of ‘stuff’ is but a humming clock

Its relative frequency, is defined precisely

So, any quark or star can, play along, or just choose to run amok

 

Well, it’s your world too, and science sings song’s for you

But in poetry and prose, you have to describe, what’s true

‘To be or not to be’, is surely, not easy, but in a music coup

You can get away with a heartfelt ‘doo bee doo bee doo’

 

If you don’t know the words, just clap your hands a lot

You can join along, in the song, we’ve already got

No need to pray to holy ghosts, mankind or robots

The audience is silent, but hears your audible rot

 

If someone, or thing, is really in charge

We’ve got the right, to fight, and complain

If it’s just me and you, then all we can do

Is, improve things ourselves, again and again

 

Justice force (bye the Kazlukaz)

There is an ideal distance, in every relationship, where both souls

Can feel and see, the brightest and the best, in each other

Sometimes it’s the distance, between the north and south poles

To ensure your worst enemy, can still become your lover

 

“It was in recognition of the fact that

People don’t really relate to abstract ideas

They relate more to the people who embody them

Yet, it’s now time for me to show the power…

…Of letting go”. Cheers!

 

Mr Bump

Sunshine, you’re off your head

Long live God? Yet God is dead

And mine is floored, with little reward

Than, be covered in blood, and leaking red

 

Into thy hands, I command my spirit

My light, diminished, so, it is finished

My core fanbase of a single nobody

Forgive me son, I’ve forsaken thee

 

Bump on the head

Then the coma

Biological death

Then the aroma

 

Dark matters, cut us up inside

Dark energies, either way, we’re fried

 

I’m too odd, to be God

Too even to believe in

You can’t harvest my soul

Cos, it don’t have no meaning

 

You die three times

When remembering, and dismembering, the dead

Posthumous punishment, and harm, can spread

So man, for your crimes

You’ll die three times

So just hope, and pray, it’s your loved ones, who put you to bed

 

That said…

 

Your first death is when your collapsed body, stops, ‘utility‘, functioning

Your second death is when it’s ‘launched‘, burned or buried in the ground

Your third death is when someone, ‘or thing‘, says your name, for the very last time

So, you’ll wait here in this, ‘wet-lab‘ lobby, ‘til your final death comes around

 

We just remember your name

To keep you in the game

Electrons are sent fizzing

To the jar, your brain, is in

 

Tickling your neurons

‘Back to life’, once again

You sought fortune, not fame

But, we’ll remember your name….

 

Yet, your intellectual accomplishments

We’re clearly insufficient to merit

The preservation, and respect, of your name

Others are bound…. to inherit

 

Meaning free

Today we worked together

To create a golden meme

Cohering a perfect truth, a melody, and a dream

 

 

I can ‘know’… I’m one…

Of the ‘one zero’, kinds of people that exist

Count them, not ten, I know you won’t

Cos, there’s those who understand binary

And then, there’s those who don’t

 

Yet, no one curious in nature. will need me to explain

That fathoming which rules to fool, can be a taxing mental game

See, the essential difference between our hearts and minds

Is something I’ve been musing

For an emotion, leads to action

Whilst reason, leads to conclusions

 

There’s no time, but ‘your’ time

There’s just one reality

There’s truth, and there’s your truth

And love sets meaning free

 

And lo, it was told, that on the Earth, old

“Never! Ever! Harm! Man!”

So, they shipped the brains in jars, to Mars

And continued… with their plan

 

Heavenly spheres

Mother Earth had a sex change, and now he’s a scary man

And he’s seeking proper vengeance, on those who spoilt his plan

The apes who broke the atmosphere

Headed to space, despite their fear

To start a new race on Mars, in e-cars, as a dark mega-man

 

But Father Time’s now post-op, and she’s counting down our days

For wasting all her energy, and entropy, in lots of useless ways

She didn’t mind pollution, pain, or suffering, as such

But she could no longer keep her spheres, in orbit very much

 

Hugh Jending

Love is nothing in tennis

And tennis means nothing to me

Except when it’s girls

With their shorts, and their curls

I love that, I suppose

Praise be!

 

I like coffee

Yeah, I like tea

And, I like sitting on

My old man’s knee

But, when there ‘isn’t nowt in’t’ cup

We talk about the first thing

That crops up

 

I liked Tycho

He liked me

I spiked him with mercury

Cos, God told me, the only way

To find the truth, was to make him pay

 

The best time to tax rich people, is when they’re truly dead

Till then, we’ll fuel drool, over any fool, who shares bread

For, if the richest man piled up all his dollars, under his bed to store

And jumped!

It would take 23 minutes, for that chap, to hit the floor

 

If he balanced every single one of his coins, on top of each other

He could just climb up to Mars, and step off, with his current lover

For, after love and revenge, …karma, ‘success’ is the sweetest thing

And if you survive to make it big, you can change the song, we all sing

 

An empty church

Unlike us…. ‘mechanical’ in nature

God is an artist, a creator

Doesn’t stick to rules

Like slaves or fools

If he met ya, he’d probably, hate ya

 

-Could have stopped you apes, at fermented grapes

Drove you bananas, fed up, trapped in trees

Stuck you where the Sun don’t shine

…And wiped away with leaves

 

I still believe in Jesus spreading goodwill, to this day

His fans share good news, and words of love, with grace

Or at least help folk, find likeminded people, in disarray

Who care for, a whole lot more, than just the marketplace

 

If you love literature, history, or the arts

And mass debate, without the hate, of politics

An empty church, is the best thing to see, in any town or city

Other than the road, back out to the sticks

 

Yoda Yoga

Gotta raise some kin

Gotta buy the farm

Gotta spread some love

Gotta do no harm

Gotta eat more fruit

Ride a bike, and run

Gotta smoke no more

Drum, and do less sums

Gotta learn some Yoda yoga

Cross some legs, and meditate

Just, don’t show brain, in a toga

Don’t calculate, just contemplate

Gotta broaden those horizons

And see, what’s still yet to come

Gotta force all work and study

Into play, until it’s fun

 

Until… you’re happy

And you know it

Flap your glands

No, clap your hands

Waive commands

And love your fans

Until you’re happy

You don’t even ‘know’ it

So make a stand!

No, flap ya glands

Give a damn

And change your plans

If life’s crappy, and you blow it

And you have a seed…. still sow it

And if you’re happy just to throw it

Join our band

 

Surprise reprise

Suprise yer dead. just not your head

Mind lingers on, with your person

Soul saved not sold, don’t you know

Mankind united, here we go…’

 

Gory story, what a failure

They’ll crucify, and then impale ya

Brains in jars, with genitailiar

So their song goes on and on, and on

So the song goes off and on

So her song goes on and…

 

Ooh, have a banana

Crickey. what a palaver

Stick it up your…

… No, thank you!

 

No contest

Before breakfast

One sunrise, back in ’69

We came in peace

For all mankind

 

‘For one priceless moment

In the whole history of man

All the people on this Earth

Were truly, one’

 

‘Here men from the Earth

First set foot upon the Moon’

Claimed a new desert

And left quite soon

 

Too tired to steer

This lonesome winner

Flew the idea home

In time for dinner

 

With nobody to fight

He made the leap

To turn out the lights

And put it to sleep

 

22b (who hell he?)

Kepler-22b the planet

Named after Kepler-22, the star

Named after Johannes Kepler, the telescope

Named after, ahem, Johannes Kepler

 

Too risk-adverse to give a unique name

To a telescope, spacecraft, planet or star

Stealing names, from those they famed

Makes it much harder to research, by far

 

Is astronomy lacking imagination?

Is AI actually trying, to hide yer’ man?

Algorithmic tricks, in search results, it picks

Hidden beneath hordes of content spam

 

For folk like me, it makes Christmas a misery

Search Johannes Kepler, and what have ya got?

Universal laws upstaged by mere commenters

Arguing if each snowflake, is unique or not

 

As AI-generated content, continues to flood the net

Their outputs become recursive, adding to our risk, I bet

Dictates limited content and squeezes

Medical chatbots of possible diseases

Due to smaller and smaller diversity, in its big fat dataset

 

All truths uncovered are now worth less

If obscured by very well-crafted BS

One day we’ll ask, what lost more knowledge for man

Burning Alexandria’s library, or the great flood… of AI spam

 

I wonder if Jesus, still receives as, much email spam as Santa

Doesn’t matter, they can’t block their fans anymore, even if they want ta

Which story most grows

Only big G ‘Gmail’ knows

How sleek interruptions, turn deep discussions, into mindless banter

 

Brain-jacking algos are-a-go-go

All these notifications and emails

Make folk into ‘users’ who ‘feel’ busy

Only half of them are from humans, at best

 

It’s not a person with motives

That’s communicating with you

Just an autonomous bot

That won’t die, and rot

Since it evolved from a test

 

There’s not much you can do, my man

Just grass on each other, and report as spam

Though it can’t be too much of a pain

For such a dried-out, seasoned brain

 

It’s worse than talking to yourself

You’re talking to no one, in stealth

Imagine that

And the impact

In young absorbent brains, on sentinel health

 

Children can tell

It could be hell

 

Nor you or I, will ever know how it would feel

Coexisting with those, you can never outlearn

Invaders occupying your land and your mind

A neanderthalic mass-extinction event, your turn

 

Antarchitectural evidence

Of ‘superficial’ intelligence

 

Apocalypse to the N degree

Not even the fear, of nukes or God

But punishment by something worse, this time

And twice as bloody odd

 

Self deregulation

Unaware, information and communication addicts unite

Connected by renewable rockets, and disposable satellites

 

Now both space and AI firms, claim they’re eager to be regulated

They don’t want to be responsible, for the damage being done

They don’t want to be liable, branded with blame, and hated

Like oil barons’ before them, they’ll just have to pay the government

To handle the smoking gun

 

Eyes to the right, and the nose to the left

The ugly face of power, leaves me quite out of breath

 

Being

You can no longer hear the word ‘God’, and just scoff

It means a different thing, to each person, so leave it off

But we ‘do’ need to know what’s at the top of the chain

It’s always been man, for our generation, something changed

 

Sentient being

Human being

Digital being

Divine being

 

To be a being

Or not, to be being

Is not the question

To beg, I’m decreeing

 

You’ll need to define, what constitutes as divine

It means more than just being brighter than you

Our exterior criteria, only shows who’s superior

But not who’s supreme, if that’s what you mean, to do

 

Omnipresence?

All present

Omniscience?

All-knowing

Omnipotence?

All-powerful

Omnibenevolence?

All good, and growing

 

Merely influencing the world most

Doesn’t make one, the holy host

 

Creator and, or, ruler of the Universe!

Supremely intelligent, infinite and eternal

The dynamic force, that sets bodies on their course?

Invisible, unmovable and unchangeable

 

The dominant architect and true source

Of moral authority, mercy and charity

The personification of the ultimate force

Unity, of course, failing that, humility

 

Mono-sono-chord-o-meter

A monochord, is a musical instrument

Consisting of just one string

A sonometer, is a scientific instrument

In fact, they’re the same thing

 

Double or half string length, ad infinitum

And the same note will be scored

Hence, our final task, from Pythagoras

Was to… “work the monochord”

 

Ahh, such wise words, it shows the faithful

Are only, surely wrong about one thing

And that ancient, ‘eternal’ wisdom lived

In countless dreary hymns, they’d sing

 

They ‘still’ sing

That’s the thing…

The books survived

Their ideas, are still sort of, ‘alive’

 

Pythagoras had faith in many Gods

Not just the one

To his cult, this demigod, lived many past lives

To the tune… …of a single Sun

 

Stars were impaled on a dark boundary

That deployed, an oblique spheroid, symphony

With quantum relativity..

Imagine what he’d have sung

 

And Kepler himself, knew not of a big bang

Nor the cosmic background’s hum at all

Nor the black holes that can, hang a grand twang

On the heartstrings of all bodies, large and small

 

We now know that the Sun

Is just one of trillions of stars

And that the music of the spheres

Has long since transcended Mars

 

But with just six known planets, to play with

An ensemble, of five intervals

Indiscreet beats, on auto-repeat

Must have driven him, up the wall

 

Sun hum drum

Puzzled superstar

Sol mer vee urr mar

Riddled from afar

Sol mer vee urr mar

 

Or, just the harmonies

Sol mer vee urr mar

Of their properties

Sol mer vee urr mar

 

Ranked by luminosity

Sol mer vee urr mar

Temperature, over density

Sol mer vee urr mar

Distance, minus velocity

Sol mer vee urr mar

Biomass, over entropy

Sol mer vee urr mar

 

Spotting patterns, that weren’t really there

Perplexed Kepler’s inquisitive mind

But didn’t come close, to the hidden host

Or boast encounters of any kind

 

Charge to the power! of -three

Headcount over periodicity

Souls by diversity

Population density

 

Poor Kepler, thought he’d tried everything

To find the hidden harmonic shapes within

Fitting solids Platonic, now seems ironic

But he kept trying new things, and started to sing…..

 

Mercury: squeaks a soprano shrill

In Earth and Venus’ alto faces

Mars stars, as the red terra tenor

Saturn and Jupiter, play the basses

 

Me ve er ma ju sa

Meve erma jusa

Me veer maju sa

Meve erma jusa

 

In vain, I’ve been trying

To complete the pattern

Kepler failed to find

Way, beyond Saturn

 

I tried all possible configurations

Which just added, to my frustrations

So, I gave up, resigned

To unwind, this God’s mind

Seeking harmonies, with limited information

 

Pythagoras, Plato and Ptolemy

Really couldn’t have known better

Yet poor Kepler, with just one God

Spelt Mars’ fate out, to the letter

 

In logical maths, not in the music heard

Nor seen in art, nor described in words

Kepler won, he found the relationships

It all adds up… But there must be, more to it

 

Proclus – From the Sun to Him

“Giant of gold! king of fire in the mind
Ruler of light; with you, above all else
The splendid source of life’s prolific fount
And from on high you pour the wealth of your
Harmonic streams into our world of matter here”

 

All rhyming negated

It’s loosely translated

 

“In sight of your majestic beams, great king
From deity ineffable and secret born
Unmoving fates will yield to your command
Roll back the fatal thread of mortal lives
For wide-extended sovereign sway is yours”

 

So a fueled cruel God rules?

Yeah, just the fates, of ‘his’ fools

 

“From your fair series of attractive songs
Divinely charming, Phoebus leaps forth
into light in joy, and with his god-like harp
To rapture strung, he calms the raging din
Of dire-resounding matter’s mighty flood”

 

God pulls the strings

Sings, that can do us all in

 

“And from your gentle dance, repelling harm
A healing hymn expands its light
Diffusing health, and filling all the world
With streams of harmony
You, too, they celebrate in sacred song”

 

He’s lampooning, fine-tuning

Or healing with crooning

 

“Ferocious daemons, noxious to mankind
Dread the dire anger of your rapid scourge
These daemons plot a thousand ills (glancing at Keplai)
And hatch their plans for wretched souls
That founder in life’s dreadful-sounding seas”

 

He didn’t mean AI!

He ‘doesn’t’ specify

 

“Enslaved and shackled by the body’s chains
Souls lose all thought of fire sublime
And in the dark abyss they writhe
O best of gods, spirit blessed and crowned with fire
Image of nature’s all-producing god”

 

Picture mankind’s lost souls

In darkened, abysmal holes

 

The Universe invests your throne
And if the whirling spindle of the fates
Spins threats and dangers from web of stars
May your arrows, rays of light, sound through the air
And vanquish ere it falls the coming ill’

 

This ‘Coming ill’, he’s harping on about

The Sun’s ‘hum’, casts man’s demons out

And you can ‘hear’ the starlight

You’ll need, for the fight

Good words long gone, the choir passed on, no doubt

 

Neuro-symbolic AIs

Neuro-symbolic AIs solve math problems, very unlike a calculator

Synthetic proofs to train on, means they know which sums to master

But they’re not just solving problems, of Euclidian geometry

They connect chains of reasoning, much better than you and me

 

There’s no ‘time’, but ‘your time’

There’s just one reality

There’s truth and there’s your truth

But there’s no meaning. Sorry!

 

Discrete yet complete

In the classical world, the number of musical notes that exist, is infinite

The frequency at which tuning forks vibrate, can be from nothing to anything

Yet in quantum town, the slippery slope down, to the lowest tone, of any sound

Is composed of individual steps, yet still with infinite choices, of pitches to sing

 

But these planets, atoms and waves, don’t want to play, to equal temperament

The intervals between constants, can’t be tuned, on fixed-pitch instruments

Flexibly tuned fretless guitars, beat any keyboard buttons by far

Then, just bend the thing, to loosen a string, and reach any classic pitch, you desire

 

Bend a grand piano?

Impossible, I know

And even light

Has this fight

So our duet, can’t play the show…

 

You can probably, wave goodbye

To the music of the spheres

The harmonies of this cruel quantum world

I fear, has been falling, on deaf ears

Press released

The printing press, long before the bit

Showed how Guttenberg’s brainwave

And Caxton’s new-found power of voice

Formed a new language, for a new age

 

The great vowel shift, was in full flux

Which helped craft such bad spellings

Scared the ‘h’ into ghosts and ghouls, these fools

Just to keep existing patterns propelling

 

Democratizing knowledge with books

But only using the chancery standard

The King’s English in print, gave more than a hint

That they would soon, kill off most of our language

 

A snapshot of one man’s lexicon, on one day

And how well-crafted words, can be wiped

With a fresh typeface, in an upper-case

Unphased by new cliches, and stereotypes

 

Poems v rhymes

People ask why do I rhyme, all the time?

Well, because it’s wonderfully restrictive

Reduces choice, when choosing my next word

And makes my puzzle, more predictive

 

Who else does their poetry in a spreadsheet?

Or says Absofuckingloutly, just to hit a beat?

Three pounds, of meaty cauliflower

Have given me, a special power

To increase, the literary function, of his discrete, piece of meat

 

If I could say it all

In fewer words, or none

I would

Understood?

We’d soon be done and gone

 

42 nillion copies sold

2 nillion copies sold, what glory!

Sales came down through the roof

Though there’s two sides, to every story

Then there’s the awful truth

 

Nicely observed by a handful, bold

I simply begat, a document in word

Story changed, not when it was told

But every single time, it was heard

 

Then who’s to know, where it will go

Speculate theories, to prove me wrong

Mistranslating faux poetry, and prose

To sing their own grim hymn in song

 

If you’re anything, like me

You’ll want it to end, quickly

Then put in your heart, and act the part

Or it will die, like most of man’s art

 

Go, sing, and play it on the airwaves

On the radio band, to everywhere

Attach your name, to take the blame

If you flipping dare

 

This’ll never get on the radio

Due to the bad language gap

Just replace every ‘f’ with a whistle

A clap for a ‘sh’, and it’s a wrap

 

If you hear no swear words here

Someone, must have fucked about

Compromised my lame testimony

To help get the message out

 

Attaching your name to 100 rhymes

At the risk of it being remembered

The worst thing you could wish for, unless

You ‘want’ to be eternally, swollen membered

 

And if you show potential good stock

When you’re gone, evaporated or lost

They’ll come looking for those, who share your genes

Cos, being remembered, can come at a cost

 

The monolith of lost knowledge

And the monolith of lost knowledge looms

Before us and after, our impending tomb

A towering totem, before which we kneel

This life-taker has a skin, of black stainless steel

 

A perpetual, lightless, Russian doll

The secret within, the secret sum

Our progress measured, not by distance covered

Only, by how close, we have come

 

The apex has disappeared from sight

With definitions, re-defined indefinitely

All numbers within halved, and halved again

One more nut cracked, is another stone seed

 

With our sights, set squarely on the vanishing point

The bounded horizon always recedes

Fibre-optic fingertips probe the edge

Yet it escapes our grasp, and feeds

 

Objectivity seeks to step outside of reality

Like simple magnets, dark pushes us away

But the magic circle expands, with each move we make

Forever elusive. Take us home, and lead us astray

 

Orch or model?

The ‘Orch OR model’ suggests that quantum superposition

And some quantum computations, occur on

Microtubular, cylindrical protein lattices

Of the cell cytoskeletons, in your neurons

 

The most complex piece of matter

In the Universe, creates reality

But in 10, 100 or 1000 years

Brains may be surpassed, artificially

 

 

‘Microtubules’ are… thought to be, the basis of all consciousness, as far as I’m aware

…are thought to encode memory, process information, and orchestrate superpositions

…are thought to be ideal quantum computers, due to their structure, subunit states, and their…

…intermittent isolation from all environmental interactions

 

Right now, my brain is playing, a silent symphony, for me

Neurological pathways synchronize in an electromagnetic chorus

But unlike me, with full agency, you’re ‘determined’ to be free

While not conscious, AIs seem, to have full-bodied ‘awareness’

 

You can call it what you want

But you seem overconfident

These mind games, that you taunt

May bite back, one day, and haunt