Category: Poetry
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Gimbal Lock (Degrees of Freedom)
It isn’t unpredicted, more unplanned. This failure-state inheres in poor design a limitation in my arm, my hand my robot heart. This space, now undefined degenerates, dimensions folding in collapsing down to null infinitudes; the target sweeps through zenith, and I spin rotating through the same old attitudes. My wrist is bound by singularities: a…
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Four months is long enough
for the cat to have calmed down for the walls to have warmed through for the walk in the dark to the toilet to happen on autopilot for me to know why this town is a ghost-town to have dug up the history down at the foot of the hill to chant the road…
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Notes from Babylondon
Everyone was so pleased when I announced completion of my first draft that their responses have totally crashed Twitter, apparently. Ahem. I’m no expert, but that’s looking like pretty bad news. It didn’t take long for spectacular un-graceful failure states like this to disappear behind web2.0’s equivalent of the hold music, our old friend Fail-whale.…
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Petrichor
At thunder’s sullen grumble to the east the clouds roll in, their dirty woollen grey a blanket for a tramp. And you will say “That’s it, that smell! It has a name. At least I know I saw it on the internet a while ago, so it’s A Thing for sure, no Wikipedimeme!” There’ll be…