Recitations and More

I figured I should mark hitting 1k subs somehow. This is what came to mind. Charles Bukowksi writes this about writing, I dare say - it fits many things, especially today. Also, this is why AI is not a writer or artist or anything more than a piece of art perhaps itself, at best - no matter how well it imitates creation. It’s no more the creator than the cartoon is the cartoonist. Thinking it can replace the human will overcome by the something, somewhere that all writers and artists know - well - definitely then, don’t do it. Don’t lie to the world about the how in creating - anything, especially art. Don’t do it. That’s politics, not what we do. Just- Don’t do it.

I figured I should mark hitting 1k subs somehow. This is what came to mind. Charles Bukowksi writes this about writing, I dare say - it fits many things, especially today. Also, this is why AI is not a writer or artist or anything more than a tool or maybe, just maybe, a piece of or a great artistic work itself (perhaps one of the glorious best, if we don’t lie)- no matter how well it imitates creation. It’s no more the creator than the cartoon is the cartoonist. Thinking it can replace the human will overcome by the something, somewhere that all writers and artists know - well - definitely then, don’t do it. Don’t lie to the world about the how in creating - anything, especially art. Don’t do it. That’s politics, not what we do. Just- Don’t do it.

Parody

Parody, Satire

Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut. Sample of recitation by Ooana Trien #shortstory #short

Poem by Emily Dickinson recited by Ooana Trien No rack can torture me. My souls at liberty.

A clip from Jim Morison’s poem Severed Garden (Feast of Friends) recited by Ooana Trien

I’d meant to upload this to social media and it slipped my mind. St. Augustine is a really lovely and interesting place full of history (and mystery) and I hope to go back sometime soon and spend more time exploring.

If anything here sparks an idea or interest and you wanna connect with me or others or find ways to try It or talk about it? Let’s exchange digits and let’s make it happen. Without us - it’ll just be a mess. With us? 😉 If you think im totally wrong - and wanna show me why - same thing Influence is for politicians and marketers. This is for kindred.

Incoming!

A Feast of Friends (The Severed Garden) Poem By Jim Morrison Wow, I’m sick of doubt Live in the light of certain South Cruel bindings. The servants have the power dog-men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors (And where were you in our lean hour) Milking your moustache or grinding a flower? I’m sick of dour faces Staring at me from the TV Tower, I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that’s plowed. They are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve brought to bed Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven’s claws. No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest and loose obedience to a vegetable law. I will not go Prefer a Feast of Friends To the Giant Family.

A Winter’s Tale by William Shakespeare act 3 scene 2. One of the three plays he wrote and first performed as the Kings Men during then after the lockdown of 1606; the beginning of the King James sitting on the thrown after Elizabeth’s rule. HERMIONE: Since what I am to say must be but that Which contradicts my accusation, and The testimony on my part no other But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me To say, "Not guilty." Mine integrity, Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, Be so received. But thus: if powers divine Behold our human actions, as they do, I doubt not then but innocence shall make False accusation blush and tyranny Tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know, Who least will seem to do so, my past life Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true, As I am now unhappy; which is more Than history can pattern, though devised And played to take spectators. For behold me-- A fellow of the royal bed, which owe A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, The mother to a hopeful prince -- here standing To prate and talk for life and honor 'fore Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it As I weigh grief, which I would spare. For honor, 'Tis a derivative from me to mine, And only that I stand for. I appeal To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes Came to your court, how I was in your grace, How merited to be so; since he came, With what encounter so uncurrent I Have strained t' appear thus; if one jot beyond The bound of honor, or in act or will That way inclining, hardened be the hearts Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin Cry fie upon my grave!

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. William Shakespeare From The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1 Prospero

The Chinese have a saying “Killing the chicken to scare the monkey.” We’ve seen censorship escalate and we’ve seen the damage and death it causes. What future do you want?

The Chinese have a saying “Killing the chicken to scare the monkey.” We’ve seen censorship escalate and we’ve seen the damage and death it causes. What future do you want?

The Chinese have a saying “Killing the chicken to scare the monkey.” We’ve seen censorship escalate and we’ve seen the damage and death it causes. What future do you want?

First day at Heart of St. Augustine - Airbnb on George Street.