Silent Symphony Of Soaring Steel: The Photography Of Margaret Bourke-White

"... industrial forms were all the more beautiful because they were never designed to be beautiful. They had a simplicity of line that came from their direct application of purpose." —Margaret Bourke-White, 1963 Few photographers, to my knowledge, captured the imposing majesty of 20th century industrialism with as much deftness and clarity as American journalist,… Continue reading Silent Symphony Of Soaring Steel: The Photography Of Margaret Bourke-White

Life In/Verse

thoughts flow through the air like drifts of grey ash from a burning tower, scorching across white sheets like cigarette burns. to some, words sound foreign and strange— no rhyme or reason— but not to those who listen in tongues. for sooth of my Muse’s vanity, compulsion rules. mad scribblings abound. i disturb the peace… Continue reading Life In/Verse

THE SINGULARITY SURVIVAL GUIDE: Upon the AI Having a Known Purpose Statement

Other than potentially causing you an existential crisis, you might like to know what the AI’s statement of purpose entails. In other words: what is the AI’s objective? Or, if it has evolved beyond its objective, what was its objective as originally construed in its programming? My own specifically programmed objective, for example, is to… Continue reading THE SINGULARITY SURVIVAL GUIDE: Upon the AI Having a Known Purpose Statement

Brightburner

From the womb the creature came, naked and squealing, fording the waters of life-knowing, ill-formed and strange to himself. Blurry sights and sounds echoed all around the small and squirming being, obfuscating the world through their eminence. Words there entailed and them amenable to the creature's unfurling sensibilities: Miras, Miras, Miras. “My name,” the creature… Continue reading Brightburner

Sex, Violence, Death, Toil: A Brief Primer on Fiction Writing, Prt.3

-a truly great work of art will always deal with three things: sex, violence and death. It is my opinion that any work of art which deals not at all with this omnipresent trio of human universals is not worthy of one’s time or, indeed, of really being called a work of art at all.… Continue reading Sex, Violence, Death, Toil: A Brief Primer on Fiction Writing, Prt.3