literature.cafe meta robertoqs • 8 months ago • 83%

Now I'm crossposting from Lemmy to Mastodon, by tagging myself, @robertoqs@writing.exchange. Lemmy's “Title” field produces, conversely, an initial separated line in the resulting toot. Edit: But only a link to Lemmy is displayed in said toot, and not the post's “Body” field.

literature.cafe chat robertoqs • 1 year ago • 100%

She didn't look forward to going out to meet her friend for lunch. It was two degrees, and wasn't the fire inviting? She went, though, out of a sense of social duty, out of the knowledge that she should have friends of her own, out of the memory of a day last winter, when she had canceled the lunch, because of the cold, because of the fire. Her friend had not been amused, nor had the friend's co-worker been amused; abused, perhaps, they had felt abused in the lawyer's office, where there was no fire, and no lover reading it. Over lunch they talked about her friend's project, a one-woman play using only selections of Emily Dickinson's letters. The question of a title came up: Emily Unplugged; A Taste of Emily (they laughed for the connotations of it). Papers. Emily's Papers. The friend said, “Vellum”, and she said, “That's it!” The friend said, “What?” “Vellum, Emily, that's it, Velemily, something. It's the word, it's the right word, better than Emily Verso and Recto — Vellum.” The table erupted into textures. The napkins, suddenly, were thick and writable. It was a question of the bite of the paper; how lovely it seemed that paper should have teeth, that Vellum may have the strongest teeth to go with the sword of a pen. It was better than tongues of fire. — From *The Prose Poem: An International Journal*, vol. 8.

literature.cafe chat robertoqs • 1 year ago • 100%

One word is busy constructing the others. It is a carpenter creating props for a play. It takes a rock and makes it a hat. Thus there is now a rock-hat. This stuff becomes real. All that is real becomes props while all that's not becomes the play. And somewhere in the performance the words start whispering back to us a permutation we hadn't planned. Strangely, as we, the actors, speak our parts, we grow another body. It is suggested our other body is living under the stage, reciting words of another play which we are simultaneously enacting. And we can feel the floor of the stage about to collapse. — Douglas Blazek, “The Metaphor”, *The Prose Poem: An International Journal*, vol. 8 (1999).

Philosophical Poetry robertoqs • 1 year ago • 100%

This is a recent poem, which is related to philosophical haiku II. ###### By playing we then develop, ###### develop to then apprehend, ###### apprehend what had been beyond, ###### soon, pragmatic means to an end. *** ###### End, truly, in understanding, ###### understanding what's essential, ###### essential as prerequisite, ###### as condition to make knowledge. *** ###### Knowledge to untake for granted, ###### granted, we were accustomed so, ###### so let's undeem formulations ###### as always following clear thoughts. *** ###### Thoughts, ideas we have of things, ###### things we have the need to create, ###### create and fully comprehend? ###### Very often in the same path. *** ###### Path-making by means of walking, ###### walking performed like a “passion”, ###### passion felt like a kind of urge. ###### The behaviour emerges thence.

Speculative Poetry robertoqs • 1 year ago • 100%

I wrote a poem entitled *Neuronet*. It is divided in four cantos: - *Technoprologue* - *Nanopolis: Canto I* - *Nanopolis: Canto II* - *The Synax Guards* I want to share the first one with you. # Technoprologue ###### Let's link musing thus: a neuroscience juncture ###### in symbiosis with nanotechnology. ###### Let's think saying thus: cognitive neuroscience ###### starts intersecting with atomic precision. *** ###### Let's visualize and, too, view: neural overlap. ###### The mentation of and the perception itself. ###### Subtle drawings by electromyographists ###### write about mirrors echoing the different lines. *** ###### Let's remember now, computed revolution: ###### infoprocessing, data manipulation. ###### Said later proceeds in ultramicrodetail. ###### Materials handling, psychic phenomena shine. *** ###### Let's doubt, friend Drexler, you who epistemize thus. ###### Because it strikes us: who will use, who will abuse? ###### Alas, we forecast it's more a question of when ###### than if... perhaps... we enable a prognosis.

Speculative Poetry robertoqs • 1 year ago • 100%

# IIa ###### Stellar radiance ###### we sense it from our capsules ###### focus the mirrors. *** # IIb ###### Archaeology ###### interprets the ancient gate ###### as a future door. *** # IIc ###### Beautiful cluster ###### but with blood-tinged nebulae ###### the free roamers fly. *** # IId ###### A simulacrum ###### anarcho-capitalist? ###### Infomorphs question. *** — Roberto Q. S. (2023).

Philosophical Poetry robertoqs • 1 year ago • 100%

###### Pulsations of spontaneous semiotic assertions ###### are galvanized by intuitive qualia translations. ###### Organic convexities kiss data input elongations, ###### as the many correlates that hide betwixt travelled corrugations ###### are loved by the firstborn of the leptons. *** ###### Rigorous seekings for lexical alchemy ###### are concurrent with flowing creative leniency. ###### Euclidean channels dance with boson progeny, ###### as the virtual quill that chisels the crystalline stele ###### is guided by voyages of an extensive property. *** — Roberto Q. S. (2021).

Speculative Poetry robertoqs • 1 year ago • 100%

# Ia ###### Speculative land ###### cognizing with estrangement ###### I study the stars. *** # Ib ###### In synthetic tales ###### I analyse Suvinly ###### more exploration. *** # Ic ###### *Verfremdungseffekt* ###### re-approach reality ###### by means of fiction.

Philosophical Poetry robertoqs • 1 year ago • 100%

# I ###### Observing a flame ###### the universal process ###### eternal motion. *** # II ###### Humans making things ###### also understanding them ###### indivisible. *** # III ###### The non-Berkeleyan Mach ###### sits at a coffee table ###### in Lenin's studio.