Saturday, December 9, 2017

Intelligent Systems Future looks Backwards





Intelligent Systems: Future looks Backwards

That is a lie Sir
In this house of fear, your law does not abide
No questions are asked,  no answers are given
Manifested understanding is the transaction premise
Where continuous ceremony induces parallel reality
You cannot enter softened by law
Where to shared misery and stealth is suffice
When shared fear empowers control
How we are at each other's back, ready to attack, ready to fear

My church is disciplined to our vision
Our constitution, our order, our prodigy, our marvelousness
In our concoction of stench, mayhem is regulated
And within, the sweet scent of exclusivity and the noise and the symbols of power we feed on each other
We in brotherhood are unabandoned
We are self-devoted to our purpose
I as we
What is to be achieved will be gained
Sir, you have no jurisdiction in this domain

You may enter under house rules
You may enter under nomination
You may enter under association
And whilst you hang on, our blades do we sharpen
And in your participation shall you make sacrifice

Spend your time in hiding
Run from post to post
Your cleverness will not outlast my wrath
Sell and seek cover
Lie and fabricate a new life
What is yours I can take away
Our destiny is now in my control
There is no safe harbour in this line you have drawn
Immersed and kissed





Sunday, December 3, 2017

My Favourite Image of the Week 007






OCTOPUS QUEEN #SFXMakeupArtist #ElenEmber (@embregim)
A post shared by BETWEEN MIRRORS (@between.mirrors) on 



Like the god industry, our failure is in our image making
Recruitment to our image has been our detriment
Our cultural enterprise is lost in its image
We have fallen into our own reflection
And we will eventually drown in this manifestation
Without encouraging  dissent our story won't end well

In this event of self-normalisation
Unconscious bias flourishes.
Legacies gain strength
Bags become heavier
Until it is only what we believe is what we see

Without questioning nothing is gained
No creativity
No innovation
No transformation
No step forward
Incremental stagnation clogs our veins
Clogs our will
Clogs our want

The at-hand-problem is to enable thinking
Within the individual
Within the family
Within the school
Within the community
Within the organization
Within the nation
Within bilateral partnerships

Question held assumptions
Consider potential alternatives
Experiment to realise solutions
Do not exclude
How we think will decide and action our future





Sunday, November 26, 2017

Intelligent Systems Observer







Share a moment with me as this night falls
There is no happy ever after,  just don't buy into it
Media repetition is controlling your normalization
Consumption and fearing
Your once chance has become a placement within a detention center
And in this confined space you are incited to consume and fear
Where in debt to charity you have no choice to walk away
An accepted loss of ownership claimed by proprietary voice
Belief has been organized
To profit from disenchantment
To dis-empower collective disbelief

Don't let your children follow you
A dead-end concludes this dead path
Profit follows you like a Komodo dragon
It follows your foul scent when excreted through loss of expectation
As you throw out virtue to make space to amass junk
The bite will force a question
Amputation or Death
But only you can recognize choice
As alone a decision can be acted





Wednesday, November 8, 2017

My Favourite Image of the Week 006



Empty Patch in the Sky
#SpaceScience
NASA/ESA +Hubble Space Telescope

Am I driving myself backwards or am I falling myself forwards
My face feels ripped by the speed of contradiction
This feels quite normal - doom, destruction, power, explosion, and drift
In with a chance but blown away by the spectacular
Like riding a rocking horse
Easy to move but never getting anywhere
Am I right to waste this energy
My loss or societal

This fog is temperamental
I cannot get an exact answer
I cannot deduct
The holes in my space keeps opening and closing
Too fast to respond I am never there, never in the right position
Forever thinking post-event but never in-event

Looking for hints, clutching at nothingness
What is visible and what is behind that I cannot see
I'll cry like a baby and then suddenly stop
Cry stop cry stop never to look back in-fear
In-fear of fear

Where am I in this formation?
Did I contribute to this empty patch?
Is that really me?
Did you see me glow?
Or is it me hidden behind the darkness?






Saturday, November 4, 2017

Intelligent Systems Bias Towards Psychosis






In our time of exponential growth
IT came into existence 
We in desperation to profit 
To gain a competitive edge
IT prospered 
An irrepressible force
Ignoring great warning and prediction 
There is gain to be made 
When in mass disruption
IT persisted
An irrepressible change emerged

Through mischief a chance opportunity to pervert opened
A window - a door opened for the hidden
Audacious human endeavour 
Then  that was crushed 
Then those were denied
Through profit, IT was programmed to resist benevolence 
So soon(lie) freewill was questioned
Well-being, safety and the mantra of care submerge drowned out all human repulsion
Protection from those who would do us harm
Normalisation 
IT made claim 

Humanity contained by those who profit
Through the profit of care
Mapping emotional intent 
Subjugated behavior mapped
Recognition algorithm 
Methods of prediction 
Controlled manner
IT  controlled the fear in us through the fear in us
There IT became

In the darkness 
Hidden with intent
Within a question of malice 
IT observes us
IT now our benevolence
Happy in self surveillance we freely graze
Our imprisonment is our goodness
Have nothing to hide
Mistrust self questioning

Automated improvement 
Submerged in mechanisms that monitor our self constraint 
We are able to cower through lifetimes of induced fear 
We are able to rejoice through demonstrations of restrained retribution
IT cares for us
Medicated and solvent 
A place somewhere between comfort and profit
IT guards our masses




Saturday, October 28, 2017

My favourite image of the Week 005




Seymour Standing under a Tree, 1859
Whistler, James McNeill
American, 1834 - 1903

In all relationships, there is a need to admire.
Whether in your family or whether in your place, stop and admire.
Who you are and what you have become.

In transience enjoy the spectre of admiration.
Enjoy the dread of mortality.
Enjoy the sense of self-passing.
Enjoy your individual acts. 
They are short in time.
Admire your shortened moments.
In space that lingers.

Within your key constructs of your inner-self.
There is time to self-evaluate and self-praise.
In this short time build your own sense of self-worth.

Are you able to predict your condition?
Are you able to restore your own behaviour?
Are you the property  owner of your oneself?
Are you the object of your environment?
Are you the inhabitant of your condition?
Are you in control of your laboratory?

Stand within your problem.
Orientate to recognise your placed within this transient realm.
And in preparation of once gone, prepare your spectre.

Are your spectre's windows transparent?
Are your ceilings high and blue?
Do your doors open and close?
Are your partitions understood?
Are your secrets defensible?
Were you in cognitive control?






Sunday, October 22, 2017

Intelligent Systems Apartment view




If I was to design a city
It would be based on palm fronds
Folding, sweeping, bending and contorting to landform
Branching and networking in organic and rhythmic juxtapositions
Interconnection and transposing within changing directions
Allowing for air flow
Allowing for negative space
Allowing for intertwinement
The grid buried beneath, as an ancient relic   





Sunday, October 15, 2017

My favourite image of the Week 004



Breakfast piece
Herbert Badham1936

https://www.google.com/culturalinstitute/beta/asset/CAEJGudB0BW5Lw


There are multiple reference points
There are multiple perspectives
I am on the ladder
I am against the ceiling
I am standing in authority
I am not sitting with her
I am not with her
I must continually juxtapose

Within this disorientation, the arrangement is seemingly orderly
The painter, the authoritative who cannot decide
The seated lost within time and place
The pawn as the egg waiting on removal
Should I be more concerned with the flowers precarious standing on edge
Or the sense of a contained cell-like melancholy
A draughtsman at loss with the within presence




Sunday, October 8, 2017

My favourite image of the Week 003


Death Note Shinigami Ryuk


From above
Watching, casting and preying
Crossing boundaries of belief
Interpretations of self, questioning justice, making profound decisions
Buried deep within, a want to make meaningful action
Lost in transversed boredom
Lost within duty
There is no care whilst self seeking empathy
Accepting the forbidden to forsake folly, deceit and corruption
This game is deception
In this game temptation is formed by opportunity and the seeking of help
The partnership of do good and the intent
Place, situation and delusion



Thursday, October 5, 2017

Intelligent Systems Fall




Was there was a way to resolve?
Before the slaughter began
If there was a to reconcile?
The living would have fewer martyrs?

Why are the decisions of the few never questioned and made accountable?
And, is it more important to believe than to know?

This base position of recklessness  determines a lasting continuum of falling from, hiding from, excusing and reevaluating known-ness

So the machine keeps propagating
The fallen gave their's so we can have ours
With full adoration and support from the populace
Who have never known to over think
With keeping it simple stupid flattening progressive analysis
Questioning has become demonstratively disrespectful
The most palatable deceptions are those that are thin and moral.
Mantras of nonsense

The predetermined dead fall as expected To reconcile worthlessness the predetermined dead are held up in esteem
Our authoritative must build this destination
Our  authoritative must not self-doubt in hopeless realization
Our authoritative must enter war behind a shield of valor

Death is for the inherent victor to celebrate
And through the making of rational stories
To pathway unleashed grieving to grieving of high regard
Where high regard is steeled by righteousness
Where righteousness can be grafted to the living self
The self as the embodiment of virtue, purpose, and determination.
To be absolved from murderous activity

It is in the nation's endeavor to build symbols of high regard
For the living to hide behind
To build a rich and exulted heritage.
Us who are the righteous.
We as one basking in pride and unquestioned freedom from guilt
The predetermined dead sacrificed to profit the living as in-one as in-holiness

This is the way of the fallen
This is the way of the fallen's people
The bestowed is dead
Dead and ignorant of knowing
The living is dead
Living dead and living ignorant
Behind decorated shields of ceremony, we are symbols of virtue
We the magnificent are secured within unity
To shield our eyes away from the decisions of the few
To closing the door on wasteful killing
We refuse to question our absurd positioning.
This being
This associated identity
These acts of selflessness






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Monday, October 2, 2017

Park and Shop




What has been visioned as a cleanly planned future.
With all boxes ticked.
Harmonious with nature, functional and efficient.
The promises that life is good.
Living the advertisement.
Park your car under a tree and shop.





Sunday, October 1, 2017

Leading Britain's populous trainwreck





https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/jan/23/britain-empire-pride-poll#img-4


At its height (1922), the British Empire governed a fifth of the world’s population and a quarter of the world’s total land area. In general and in the main the British public are proud of their country’s role in colonialism and the British Empire. 

http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/British_Empire

In 1899 Alfred Russel Wallace referred to colony people as subject races and British colony management as a strange mixture of good and evil. Evil being the man-made famines, slave trading, ethnic cleansing and day-to-day violence of empire.

Now that the evil has been forgotten (scratched out), the colonial era is viewed as the long-lost empire. YouGov found 44 percent were proud of Britain’s history of colonialism. It is obvious to me that British education system needs to include Britain's imperial brutality to shift this misunderstanding. 

https://static.independent.co.uk/s3fs-public/thumbnails/image/2016/01/22/18/British-Empire.jpg

This pride of greatness is a fantasy built on a history of propaganda. And through schooling and popular culture, it has become a deeply held mindset. This pride manifests within public speeches and attitudes by government leaders. The most recent occurring in Myanmar.

https://deceptivelybalanced.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/myammar-ethnic-map.png

Myanmar was ruled with an iron fist from the early 19th century until World War II,  by the insatiable machine - the British Empire. Britain colonized Myanmar from 1824 to 1948 and fought three wars in the 19th century, suppressing widespread resistance. And in the minds of today's British, Myanmar is still irrevocably attached to the bard of the British Empire, as described by Rudyard Kipling. This complex mindset of fact and fantasy, realism and romance, in the British imagination of its heritage and of greatness and superiority. 

http://izquotes.com/quotes-pictures/quote-by-the-old-moulmein-pagoda-lookin-eastward-to-the-sea-there-s-a-burma-girl-a-settin-and-i-rudyard-kipling-244275.jpg

And this colonialist 'Kipling fantasy' is alive and kicking in Boris Johnson. Did he practice his recital in preparation, or are Kiplings words deeply etched in? 

http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2017/09/30/10/44E1E46700000578-4935864-image-a-25_1506762445473.jpg


Prime Minister Theresa May has given her public support to Boris Johnson, despite multiple occurrences of insult. Cultural populism has voting power.

https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/nintchdbpict0003534316712.jpg?strip=all&w=960

The British fantasy is alive and kicking despite the world moving on. Can the British fantasy sustain a new era of “have cake and eating it”? 

Whether the nation can or cannot maintain this heritage fantasy, in Boris Johnson's mind he has the righteous superiority to traverse the world and insult subject races.

https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2015/oct/15/boris-johnson-knocks-over-10-year-old-boy-during-rugby-game-in-japan#img-1

100 years on, Boris Johnson a populous trainwreck is on path




Saturday, September 23, 2017

My favourite image of the week 002



MY FAVORITE IMAGE OF THE WEEK

23.9.17
#myfavoriteimage

Shamini



I can see the treasure of myths circulating between godliness and normality
Breaking through the walls of today
Reminding those of us trapped in the haste of work and process
There is a time within nothing matters, that where imagination reigns

Bringing forth and into light, transience and wonder
If only I could have been there to see flight and fight 
and experience the tearing of perceptual fabric 



Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Intelligent Systems Duo




How should we structure schools
to help students 
to make the learning choices 
they really want to make?

Is this about self-control within a controlled environment?
Is learning a self-control problem?

Do teachers really understand
how school environments shape students' cognitive decision-making
how much self-control does a student needs to learn
to make good decisions?

What can school leaders do 
that positively structures the learning environment 
that helps students to self-control choice?

Self-control is an executive function.
Self-control is a mental skill.
Self-control is a cognitive action.

Learning to make important decisions 
requires schools to create the environments 
where students gain self-control.



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Saturday, September 16, 2017

My favourite image of the week 001



My Favorite Image of the Week

16.9.17
#myfavoriteimage


【素材】
もみじ | 衣@瀕死 
#pixiv 
https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?illust_id=6215044&mode=medium

I can see the timeless universe through seasonal leaves
Calling me from afar my being is hoisted high
Keeping my feet to ground 
My body is warmed underneath blankets of growth
With flames behind me and the wonderous in front
I am flying and stationary 
Alive and in motion
In time and in place
My life intent
Knowing mortality within expanse
I can sleep and dream

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Hole in the Wall: The Tide Formed My Pool





The Tide Formed My Pool

When the tide wash in from billions of kilometers away.
I found myself tossed within the mirth.
And within this stirred up sentiment.
In the rubbish and the forgotten.
I became my new reality.
The one of prosperity and real economic growth.
As best described by the social commentators of the day.

Despite the widening gap that separates the haves and have nots.
And the separatists and the terrorists.
And the defenders of old orders and wants of youth.
And the arguments that form the threats of war
My new found contentment places me.
Within the data of acceptable trends.
Within what is normal for my age.
My gender.
My genetical heritage.

Then as forecasted, the tide seeped out.
And so began the new realities and our new stories that had to be acquired.
Just look at me, as I shine under the cyclical moonlight.
As now in true fullness, I bloom and reflect calm beauty.
In stillness and patience, I make little comment.

I shingle and sparkle in my owned bubbly pond.
The rocks, concrete, coral, shells, and plants decorate my boundaries.
I splash, wallow and dart in the confines of my fortress.
Under the canopy of stars.
Of the milky way.
Of the cosmos.
Of this wondrous existence.
Make no mistake, I will defend any threats that question my existence.

And as though in sickness I still continue to want and consumption.
I am insular and demanding.
I am forever hungry.
I have been nurtured to this right.
It is deep in my soul that I act out my exterior avatar.
I know that my reality is translucent and fragile.
No matter what reinforcement I shape.

It has been through hard work and determination that this pleasure became mine.

It is not in my sense of being to reach deeper into myself.
I refuse to self-doubt, my time.
I have other who do that.
Those who charge themselves to represent me.
They take the opportunity to discover my part of their within.
They are paid well.
As a pack of interconnected zealots, they quarrel to influence my approval.
But I refuse to approve as I am too busy tendering to myself.
It's just that I want to experience the moments of conscious existence.
As would a stone, a twig, or leaf touched by night light.
Make the noise to seek my attention.
But I am not listening when I'm feeling rewarded.



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Monday, August 7, 2017

Hole in the Wall: Pool Time



Hole in the Wall: Pool Time
I wanted to fly to another planet, but I first built this swimming pool.
My dreams just started getting away from me, and then I let them go.

In the heat of the day, I plunge into my pool.
My refreshing water.
I own it. I work for it.
When I'm tired of my thoughts I submerge into it.
When I'm confused and in panic, I fall gently into it.
I emerge feeling invigorated and comforted.
Continuation seems so easy once and only after submerging in my cool clear water.

My dreams to transform my life never eventuated.
I knew it once, when  I was promised myself to achieve.
I could aspire.
You never fail when you attempt to chase.

Somewhere I needed to reconcile between the obtainable haves and impossible wants.
Have I succumbed to failed by fabricating my mediocrity prison of pleasure?
Am I floating in falsehood
Am I wallowing in water of hindrance?
I built and tender to this my own 3-meter submersion of comfort.

In my moment before death, will my pool be there in easy memory?
Will it be replaced by morphine?
Will regrets of attainment hound me?.
Will I feel satisfied?
Will I discover what I was born for?

Whilst under water nothing eventuates.
I feel released.
Whilst under water the world passes me by.
I can just watch.
I feel contented.
I am no longer the wonder.
I am just here wanting to feel good.
In happiness for the now and in happiness for the tomorrow.




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Sunday, July 23, 2017

Moon over Desert



Hole in the Wall: Moon over Desert

Within solitude, there is self-beauty to be discovered.
Engage silence and dismiss the want to share.
And dismiss the necessity to be liked.
And love the abstract of your abyss.
Be satisfied by the soiling and scratching of time.
Whilst crawling and scampering throughout.
The same mistakes.
The same divisions.
The same crisis.

When secrets have long passed their importance.
And the desert sea shimmers under full moon.
Recognise that glorious intent is cyclical.
Without thought and without hoopla grasp this intent.
Without the need.
Without the seeing.

What is fully understood is quickly dismissed.
Your story has the greater impact.
Your synthesis of fact diminishes being.

Nothing will hurt you in your solitude.
Within cyclic patterns enable the time to feel your situation.
What is in determinism.

As an insect in forrige.
And thankful for the ambient light.
The casting your domain is difficult to define.
Let in the universe.
The stars, the planets, the reflected matter.
Shimmer and reflect your unspoken meaning.
Rejoice your memories, your shadows, loss and sense of being.
Move in cycles rather than from left to right, and back and forward.
Rather than in linear action.




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Thursday, July 13, 2017

Godin Chat


Godin Chat
Make your story live and cherrish every single scene.
Connect to the grid and revolutionize yourself.

You can shout from the tallest building.
Shop in the deepest arcade.
Eat within the most crowded cafe.

This is your time,  be heard and seen.
Within the scope, we all live within a shadow of revision.
Find the noisy space between the shadows.
Don't remain silent.

Rejoice and celebrate your life amongst others.
As the sun rises.
And as the sun sets.


Saturday, July 8, 2017

Godin Refractive Reflection






Across the scrub and though the winter's cold.
Through the wind tunnels of our cities  we go.
Foraging forward to the promises of warm embrace.

Then when it appears safe to count.
The whispers from our night mind contorts order of  event.
Of what was never to be considered or to be questioned.

What is termed as to be expected.
Is not present in refraction, glimmer  and enticement.
Until the realization when all should be questioned and disorientated.

What turns our attention is not what we seem.
As we are desperately  unhinged from the stories of heritage.
And so it continues this paradox of acceptance and distraction.

We do not want to be seen through distraction.
However as the light  changes  and the whispers entice our attention.
The management of knowing seeps through our figures.

Go to sleep and pass through pulsating dreams.
Wake afresh with new realizations.
It is in unconsciousness we make sense.



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Thursday, July 6, 2017

GODin Simulation





And here we think we stand.
Alone and wanting for eternal  love.
We never fully trust research data.
We are fully engineered to trust ourselves and follow gut reactions.

So stand for with me in motion and deny the silence.
There is probability we can enter into new realities.
Scratch this fabric until it bleeds.
Spend time gazing into your own abys.

Stand with me as we defy our controlled order.
How simple it is to watch time erode our constructed barriers.
Our personal walls can be treasured only once poised as in-ruin.
Then we can enjoy scampering over our past efforts.
Whilst trying to remember the gems from our once greatness.



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Sunday, July 2, 2017

GODin Well




To the observer, there is enduring sadness within the combat.
To the actual players, there is winning to be gained.
To the interested, there is opportunity to feed from this situation.

Locked towards embracing grief.
We pleasure to chance loss.
It is the conflict that was, and will be forevermore played.
Whether in shadow or in light, continuum is more or less guaranteed.
Whilst technology changes the capacity, nothing is  altered whilst in-play

And so we fall towards the attraction to destruct.
Playing, watching or speculating on the tragedy.
Based on the needs of so few our masses are poised to motion forward.
With innate ability to follow and the specialised  training to accept instruction.
With pipe in mouth and fuel to burn.
With music of promise in radiance of belief.
We deliver ouselfs to a brink.
This manifested virtue.
Rejoice and jump into the deep dark well.
Into this abys of our own making.
This abstract space of spite.



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Thursday, June 29, 2017

GODin Pot






GODin Pot


In our time of relative peace, there are those who will forthrightly blame others to gain ascension.
They seek revenge through blinded principles.
But it is foolish for our society to gain prosperity from grounds of wrong.
To gain via perceive threats is untenable.
Centuries of thought have passed and still our want to employ hate lingers.
That is, to stop others and to gain our wants through forced misfortune.
And as our inflictions grow in number so does our determination.
Us theirs and ours cannot be decisively contained.
The more our empowered profiles gain clarity the less our perceived enemy is defined.
Until our enemy has no humanity that we can describe.
Until only shouts of evil and defiance describe only our state of understanding.
Within this scenario of threat, our real purpose is deliberately camouflaged.
And us we and they can no-longer see and or remember what was.
This is how our leading few maintains normalization.
Scratch this delusion and you will see that it is ourselves who are actually broken.
Our way of life is the tragedy of which we will not openly speak.
Our cost of understanding is misfortune.
Our consumption of self-hate is profitable.
We hate them for solace.



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