Sep. 23rd, 2009

nny: (this is me in grade 9 baby)
I am with criticism like I used to be as a Nnylet with plasters - constantly peeling back and looking (re-reading) and replacing and then peeling back and looking again, like I can't quite believe it the first time. With the occasional poke to make sure it - yep! - actually still hurts. I ended up with a lot of plasters covered instead of sticky with dust and dirt and grimy bits, flapping loose from my skin. But hey, at least it's easier to keep looking (remember). It's easier to use them as a stick to beat myself with rather than to learn from them, though. Still frustratingly a Nnylet in several unhelpful ways.
nny: (bring me that horizon)
I took a sick day today and I'm trying to sort out all the things I don't have time to do when I've been at work all day and am stupidly exhausted. I've sorted the washing and put a new load in, sorted my CDs and clean clothes, picked up a bit around the house. Taking a break to point to Elena Kalis. It's no real surprise that I'd love her stuff, considering my fondness for Jason de Caires Taylor.

I'm really hoping she releases this one as a print.




On a completely unrelated note, google keeps freezing firefox entirely whenever I click on a link. I'm thinking this isn't good. :/ Any ideas why this could be?
nny: (please?)
NCIS )
nny: (home is a state of heart)
Drukqs: Aphex Twin



Atlantis Unfinished


It

[status update; query (it)?

…processing…]

a clenched fist. It - unmade, unstretched, unborn - aches. Wires unplaced contain It, existence-traction, each fluttering function felt

(stretched)

without feeling. Adjustments -

[status update; online.

…processing…]

Gentle-plucked notes struck from wires stretched in place.

a clenched fist uncurled; unfurled over wrist (tower),

arm (pier),

a thousand eyes. More space than could ever be

(made)

It.

[…processing…]

Sensor-pressure fluttering-felt; present. Existent.

(born)

Wires in place free it, strike lights, gentle-plucked welcome.

[status update; (she)]
nny: (home is a state of heart)
Ruglen Holon: Aphex Twin



Love Song


City attaches names to differing pressures. rests light on wall sensors, careful touches and sounds, and heavy on floor; he careful touches bring careful change. It is not, City processes, he work. She through he [input/output user interface device] fingers.

. She. She moves like [insufficient data] nothing else, light on floor and light inside wall and light over ceiling and hard, hard on listening devices in corridors and hard on listening devices in . City marks the way he changes size and shape and ceases varying tonal frequencies when she approaches.

City is learning. Names for differing pressures, and hierarchies of names; names attached to Gateship bays and names attached to water filtration systems and names attached to Gateroom.

(Gate. If City could articulate/communicate Gate as Gate is to City, it might sound like medical sensor awareness of he for she: increase increase increase.)

[update: external sensors online. Testing…]

City is learning: moves like… water? Insufficient data but a better fit. She moves and the world changes with she and City learns if – if – if –

[query interrupted: insufficient.]

City attaches names to differing pressures and feels the changes through them; City sees that names collect in groups but all groups respond to she; City feels complete through she (and through he and through they but through she always, always through she.)

(City registers medical sensor awareness: increase increase increase and City (she) knows yes.)
nny: (home is a state of heart)
Beskhu3epnm: Aphex Twin



Perpetuation



Atlantis follows daily unmistakable sensor-pressure from Work to Sustenance, distance and speed varying depending on where Atlantis has had need of her. Atlantis usually has no use for uncertain terms - let x be of infinite variation when one considers relative size, when one has not been programmed to know how to stop measuring – but Atlantis has use for this. Equations simplify from this point on: place of Sustenance to functional furniture, 12.75 seconds; greeting for him 7.3 (hello-contact. As with love-contact but of shorter duration.) Sustenance to Place of Rest (factoring in Transporters) no more than 10.17 minutes on their slowest of days.

Why fastest? Why slowest? Rationality and economy of motion do not allow for ‘slowest’, for ‘fastest’, just as simple calculations of mass cannot represent how their combined pressure is somehow more than the one added to the other. Calculations, Atlantis has found, cannot logically express ‘we’.

What can be logically expressed: her pressure is minutely changing, over time. Atlantis refamiliarises herself each day, factors in these pressure changes, knowing without understanding what it is the differences mean.

[query: self replication is desirable?]

Understanding is not required for the changes that can be made, the slightest of gravity modulations and the barest of delays in alerts to those problems that can wait until shift changes and breath changes in her/their Place of Rest, on standby until she is next most required.

She cares for Atlantis as creator to creation; Atlantis cradles her gently as palms and as hands.

(These are words City has learned, with ‘love’ and ‘gratitude’ and ‘I’.)
nny: (home is a state of heart)
Petiatil Cx Htdui: Aphex Twin



Nothing is Eternal



her pressure is minutely changing, over time.

Why slowest? Why slowest?

If City could articulate/communicate

[query interrupted: insufficient.]

Sensor-pressure fluttering-felt; present. Existent.

medical sensor awareness

changes

knowing without understanding

barest of delays

and breath changes

Why slowest?

and the barest of delays

Understanding is not required

that can wait until

cannot logically express ‘we’.

City has learned

‘I’.

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