ㅁ Whoosh - the raven swooped past my window. Just a buzzing of wings, then the wind. I glanced at the flash of black. The tree branches had seen: they waved in greeting. Some time passed by. Then, again: raven flew.
– a nonnet.
Category: Nonnet
Caveat: Poem #3198 “Opposing forces”
ㅁ I had a dream about evil men. They were fighting a subtle war. Each side said how the other was so nefarious, and needed defeat. Their own badness: unstated, ignored, real.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3196 “Narratology”
ㅁ No story is done. It just fades from attention, goes on, secretly.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3191 “Events in the otherworld”
ㅁ Off in the imaginary world, the eternal snow fell and fell. Somehow people still got by day to day: shoveling, plowing and digging, romping in drifts. The forecast called for snow.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3190 “The emergent pattern”
ㅁ When I think it'll get easier... just then, in that precise moment, it doesn't get easier. A new crisis appears. Or, call it, instead a new challenge. I get tired. More tired. Tired.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3189 “An inventory of sights”
ㅁ This morning along the road to town I saw some less typical things: a motorcycle just parked, a sad excavator without a driver, an unowned dog smelling smells, watching cars.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3188 “Probably somewhere on the spectrum”
ㅁ I just don't like talking on the phone. There's something in the interface that brings out my introvert; this could be an email! But people call me, and want to talk, it's painful, it burns, argh.
– a nonnet. Just don’t ask me to read it to you over the phone.
Caveat: Poem #3186 “Buyer’s remorse”
ㅁ The aliens came to regret it: saving humanity, they feared, had been a terrible thing. The primates could not feel any gratitude, though exceptions did arise. Enough? No.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3185 “Looking out toward San Juan Island”
ㅁ Bleached, the trees in the sun shone like bright white glistening brushstrokes in a field of gray-green and the background of the sea blue-gray with little pale highlights animated the painterly frame.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3184 “Suboptimal solution”
ㅁ The aliens faced grave challenges. The dominant inhabitants had very limited skills in logic and reason. So ultimately, the aliens ended up telling lies.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3183 “The secret invasion”
ㅁ Using antimatter and incense, the aliens crafted portals to come to our absurd world. They snuck in, stealthily. Deploying rainbows, they altered things, creating global peace.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3182 “Signs springing forth”
ㅁ One sign of the Alaskan springtime: I met a slug on the driveway. It bore a westward heading, tasting freshly green grass, disregarding me. Salmonberry shrubberies budded, bloomed.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3181 “The passage of time”
ㅁ The weekend was a dull, aimless blur. I felt like I deserved a rest. But then I felt so guilty. Not guilty enough, though. I read a few blogs. No cooking done. Did laundry. Walked some. Dreamed.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3180 “Solar hijinks”
ㅁ The sun is there but I don't see it. The nurturing clouds protect us - each from the other's anger. If it's given a chance, the sun's wrath will hang you out to dry. Don't fall for solar tricks.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3179 “Undone”
ㅁ It's revealed that the mind's departing. Cobwebs of perception remain. Cliches circulate, slowly. Anxieties rise up. Reactions kick in. All's uncertain. And joy fades. No fun. Fog...
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3177 “Errors of judgement”
ㅁ Clouds, drifting, make mistakes. They scud along, head for the mountain, committed to the bit, and then suddenly are torn, shredded on waiting, upright trees. They dissolve into a fractal mist.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3176 “A counterexample”
ㅁ On the other hand, there are the trees. They have a professional style. Organized, systematic, they take on gravity, eke out victories, and confronting earth and sky, persist, grow.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3175 “The beasts in the woods”
ㅁ People think animals are experts in their many activities, but I don't think that that's true. They are rank amateurs! Constantly doubting what will happen, thinking what to do next.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3174 “Objection”
ㅁ Nothing ever goes as you expect. You create complex ideas, evolve preconceived notions, but that planning ahead fails to account for contingencies the real world throws at us.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3172 “What’s actually there”
ㅁ The dream told me I was in Saint Paul, down along Snelling Avenue, but the buildings were all wrong - odd gothic fantasies: U of Chicago run through AI, distorted in weird shapes.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3171 “At the gate”
ㅁ civilization, founded on trust, is overtaken from within; cynical barbarism, distrusting all the words, hollows out the world, until at last what remain are our fears.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3169 “Discourse on madness”
ㅁ Language is utterly contingent. Meanings will coalesce sometimes, only to evaporate. Strings of sounds will remain, contours in the air. This bland babble entertains, flowers, fails.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3138 “Time travel lite”
ㅁ I woke up in a distant future, displaced many hours from the norm. Well, a few hours, anyway... maybe only an hour... as if clocks had sprung their dull circuits: temporal spasm, leap.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3137 “The uprising”
ㅁ Then demons emerged from abysses, evaluating the landscape; they saw reasons to rejoice, and celebrate our doom; weak souls cannot fight; apocalypse is easy: take charge, rule.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3136 “The alignment problem”
ㅁ I awoke, restless, at 3 AM. Unable to sleep, I doomscrolled. I read through an article about AGI risk; I had thoughts on this: the alignment problem is people... us.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3133 “An accelerationist ideology”
ㅁ and then when things start going badly you start to imagine worse things a grim acceleration towards doom and despair with gnashing of teeth spiteful rages burn it all to the ground
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3126 “How it’s going so far”
ㅁ Women-fearing fetus-worshippers arose and took over the church; this heresy spawned others: they lay down with mammon, disrespected laws, bore false witness, distrusted children, lied.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3125 “Involuntary adventure”
ㅁ I've lived in third world countries, before. Places corrupt, falling apart, and where the social contract doesn't work very well. So on that viewpoint, I've changed countries, not having to leave home.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3123 “A chance encounter”
ㅁ I spotted a spider on the wall. "Hey smol spider, what's going on?" In my mind's eye, it looked back, and said, "I have no clue! I'm jus' walking here, and some giant annoys me, asking stuff."
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3122 “The procession”
ㅁ Seven pieces of ice floated by, out there on the fiordy sea's arm. Seems they'd been liberated from the racing river that seethes at the head of our small bay, fleeing down, seaward, free.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3121 “A dream that might have been allegory”
ㅁ I just had a strange dream (or nightmare): I was looking for some chopsticks. I committed many crimes: breaking and entering deception and fraud ransoming folks. In the end, I found none.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3117 “Descent”
ㅁ I have a kind of hypothesis: our slow descent into madness begins with ill-managed rage. Anger is turned inward and gnaws on the brain. Pathways are wrought or broken. No good's left.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3116 “Just fantasy”
ㅁ I think that if I wasn't bound here by confucian obligation (I speak slightly tongue-in-cheek) - if I was without ties - I'd once again move off overseas to somewhere with rules, calm.
– a nonnet.