Tag: Photography
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Robotic Evolution
All the recent hand wringing over AI reminded me of a poem I wrote a couple of dacades ago on a similar theme. ROBOTS There was Tobor, RobbyAnd HAL 9000,Then Rhino, just a link inServo-cybernetic evolution,A manipulating armMoved by solid state servo brain. See its wonders;Marvel at its aim.So, what’s nextin this evolutionary chain,A surgical…
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The Floating World
The Floating World as daylight brightness subsidesthe floating world emergesfrom primal darkness withfairy lights and bright neon as bawdy sensations andpleasures unfold in dreamy scenesreligiously moral superstitionsnotwithstanding — sin if there be any such thing as sinit’s the mental and/or physicalharming or enslavement of ourselvesor any other sentient being(s) – selah the floating world emerges…
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Late Winter Sunday Ride
Late Winter Sunday Ride Brittlebush blossoms explodingacross the landscapewith the pale orange of earlyDesert Mallow here and there no clouds stifle the sunshinethank human artifice for darkpolarized lenses tokeep the glare at bay –LE – 3/9/25
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Gaia Cries
Gaia Cries Sultry afternoon in SpringTucson-dreamingMeditating Waiting for long-delayedAbsent rains to nourishThe parched land The dry riverbedLanguishing in dustMouth open wide EmptyCrackedDenied As Gaia cries –LE – 3/5/25
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Drawing On The Bed
Drawing On The Bed drawing on the bedfor support face-planting unintentionallyunquestioningly too tired to move or evenremove my shoes why, why, whybrain is mush don’t want to thinkor even dream too much effortneed the void eternity … –LE – 2/22/25
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An Early Spring
An Early Spring varied shades of grayclouds like waves-crestswith blue peeking through dappled cloud shadowsmoving across the Tucsonand Santa Catalina ranges intense and hazy sunshinegolden dropsdribbling through harbinger of an early springBrittlebush starting to bloomGreasewood’s strong perfume nomad tracks going to and froup and down the dryriverbed – modern gypsies? roadrunner starts to cross our…
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A Conspiracy Of Shadows And Their Ilk
Yes, me thinks shadows do have an ilk…; -)~ Shadows Rattling windows and doors,coolness that implores,explores,stretches,moving up vertical placesat questionable angles,lying across tables and chairs,stairs and floors,deepening the gloomin already dim places,in cornersand behind closed doors,sharp or soft edged,misshapen pools of darkness,yes, and me too. Auras of suspense — presupposed,magical, mysticalto those so inclined,play of…
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Commentary On “Elite’s” Propaganda
Survival of the Fittest? There’s not enough to to around,so we’ve been constantly told, and thus solda bill of goods that profits theself proclaimed, privileged few. Who, living in obscene opulence, stolenfrom wage slaves and the poor, subsidizedby governments, their cronies in power,enabled by want-to-be entitled elitists of all stripes. Leaders of the herds dismiss…
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Waking Three Times
Waking Three Times it’s the darkest hour of the nightthird time, I’ve woken from fevered dreamssweating into my pilloweven though the room is cold can’t get back to sleepsame thoughts running non-stopthrough my fevered braintossing and turning in vain sleep takes me eventuallydog barking wakes mebefore I’m ready to risebright light pains my sensitive eyes…
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Another Memoir Memory – The Black Knight – 1968
The Black Knight It was a crisp, early fall, late evening; and the very airseemed alive, crackling with energy, shimmering in thestreet-lights’ dim glow, where the colors of trees, bushes,and parked cars were rich and deep on the desertedstreet, with golden highlights on everything… I waswitnessing Shiva’s Dance. Then it rumbled in the distance, like…
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