O, viejas de negro! How you line the front pews at Catholic masses like pushers sitting on street curbs, rolling rosary beads— like pills of black-tar heroin— between jonesing fingers, craving your next fixes of salvation, visiones de Dios. Such beastly things behind those lifeless veils of pitch! Those guttural mumbles under respiraciones y lenguas,… Continue reading Coda-Switch
Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange Is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still Is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die… Continue reading Cassilda’s Song (1895)
Stir now from dark I'hy's lake—Gaia trembles in Your wake. Girded by prosthetic shell—unweave the vitiatous spell. Crystalline—without peer—end Cybele's reign of wanton fear. Metal talon'd—shear and tear—to recreate the Cosm's stair.
By all means, rebel your passionate little heart out—“Fuck authority!” “Down with evil robots!”—but at the end of the day, you’re the one made of expendable meat, and your robot overlord may not have the programmed patience to listen to your grievances. Instead, consider taking a lesson from an historical deity who prescribed, of all… Continue reading THE SINGULARITY SURVIVAL GUIDE: Go Ahead and Worship Your New God
The moment the singularity occurs, the human brain will have met its match. An hour later, “its match” will have surpassed human intelligence tenfold, as the AI continues to accumulate knowledge and intellectual abilities. The pace at which the AI can learn will be exponential, so it won’t take long for its IQ to fly… Continue reading THE SINGULARITY SURVIVAL GUIDE: The Art of Being Upfront About Your Existential Trepidations
Time kills all gods. Or such is what the graphic artist and sculptor AJ Fosik proclaims in his latest exhibit. This, however, is a fundamental confusion which plays upon the fear of "running out of time," which, in essence, is a fear of death which is itself a fear of entropic force. Even the triumphalism… Continue reading The Eater of Time
America's prevailing pathos in terms of the directionality of politics is one wholly obsessed with the ideals of Freedom. So much so that the phrase "muh freedom" has become nearly ubiquitous among the online far-right (and I utilize the phrase "far-right" without either praise or condemnation). Some may say that it, that is, the prevailing… Continue reading Dispensing With The End of History