poetry
“If you read, you’ll judge” – The Journals of Kurt Cobain
“I like to calmly and rationally discuss my views in a conformist manor even though I consider myself to the extreme left.
I like to infiltrate the mechanics of a system by posing as one of them, then slowly start the rot from the inside of the empire.”
via BrainPickings & BlackSocialistsOfAmerica
More in #notebooks:
- Filippo Tommaso Marinetti – “Futurismo, definizione”
- “Firestarter” is the “My Ding-a-ling” of Rave. (2/182)
- Bellicorum Instrumentorum Liber
- The Books of Charles Dellshau
- Notebook Pages Maps and That
Forms – From concert programmes to chocolate wrappers – The Manuscripts of Emily Dickinson
“Although Dickinson did lead an active life outside the home in her youth, her increasing reclusiveness in her later years give the very notion of house and home a special resonance in her work. As such, the unusual piece pictured below is of particular interest, just one of Dickinson’s many “envelope poems” – the focus of a recent book, The Gorgeous Nothings by Marta Werner and Jen Bervin. In this instance, Dickinson has cut apart an envelope so all that remains are the flap and a portion of the body. She orients the paper so the point of the flap is at the top then she fills that peak with words: “The way hope builds his house…” Or, to phrase it more directly, she writes a poem about a house on a piece of paper that looks like a house.”
More in #codex:
- Dostoyevsky’s notes for chapter 5 of The Brothers Karamazov
- The Codex Rotundus
- Sketches of Nikolai Gogol, Count Fyodor Petrovich Tolstoy, and other Russian artists by poet Alexander Pushkin.
“It’s that smell to the dead squirrel you want to roll in…”
Lynda Barry on Poetry and Image.
“Learning to See: Gloomy SUnday” by Memo Atken (2018)
“A deep neural network making predictions on live camera input, trying to make sense of what it sees, in context of what it’s seen before. It can see only what it already knows, just like us.
“(not ‘style transfer’!)
“memo.tv/learning-to-see-you-are-what-you-see/
“Music: Diamanda Galas – ‘Gloomy Sunday’
“code based on (but more evolved version of)
github.com/memo/webcam-pix2pix-tensorflow“model (ie training + inference) based on
github.com/affinelayer/pix2pix-tensorflow“In turn based on
phillipi.github.io/pix2pix/
arxiv.org/abs/1611.07004“In turn based on
arxiv.org/abs/1406.2661“and
github.com/Newmu/dcgan_code
arxiv.org/abs/1511.06434“In turn based on
github.com/goodfeli/adversarial
arxiv.org/abs/1406.2661“In turn based on
people.idsia.ch/~juergen/deep-learning-overview.html
nobody-but-yourself
A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words.
This may sound easy. It isn’t.
A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking.
Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
Ty Sculpture Trail
“There’s only one way a poet can develop his actual writing — apart from self-criticism & continual practice. And that is by reading other poetry aloud — and it doesn’t matter whether he understands it or not (i.e. even if it is in another language.) What matters, above all, is educating the ear”
Paul Greer 