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Occupy Surf

Aloha poets--occupy walls of surf. Enjoy!

The Wild Jungle Tigress


        Something resembling hope enters into his awareness in the darkness of theJungle. So, he thinks, time doesn't exist here, or it would like him to think so. Cool moonlight falls with a quiet, as if delivering silence were a nightly chore. This is exactly how this forest kills, with darkness and quiet, as it sleeps--cycles set in motion by an ancient past, not waiting for, or expecting, anything new to be learned. Trees set back from the sheer cliff offer a meadow.  High ferns shelter the opening where death will occur because someone or something forgot a duty and now she, this rainforest, the ancient one, will not forget and serve the sentence. Why is water so unstoppable, dripping off the sheer rocks?  These primeval waterfalls fall by their own hand.  Intimate dances of the ancient past have made it through eons. Why is it so difficult to teach theHumans; to have their feelings come back to life and stir inside them?  Something is home here. Something knows how to climb the rocks, how to breath air into its lungs, how to put off the moments until logic would perfectly place itself, something like a motherly unseen force, breaths, as if heard  before.  Why don't we just keep our softness, allow the moon to bring a familiar glow. It's theTigress in a strange force field today and I fear the outline of her body against the rocks will fill you with uncertainty you won't recognize, will haunted you inside, freeze you.  
     You will give theTigress a focus more than awake, with slow leanings across her body in the moonlight.  Her eyes will open wide as her sleek body stares and her back stiffens.  Her stare will love wildness. Her vision in the dark would be perfect. The dim blue glow of the moon, or of something, dances on theJungle's resonant floor through the canopy, it offers more than mere moonlight.

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Green Canoe

Aloha poets,
     Green canoe inspires today. Enjoy!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

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Black Swans, Orange Fish

Aloha poets,
     Black swans, orange fish inspire today. Enjoy!

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Nature Fibonacci Design

Aloha poets,
     The trees and Buddha temple bring a nature fibonacci design.
Enjoy!

The Good Poet

Monday, June 13, 2011

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Purple Eco Path

Aloha poets,
     Purple eco path inspires today. Enjoy!

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Monday, June 6, 2011

The Good Poet

Aloha poets,
      Buddha Tempe inspires. Enjoy!

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Mountain Temple Hawaii

Aloha poets,
     Mountain buddha temple in Hawaii forest inspires today. 
Enjoy!

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Beach Lovers

Aloha poets,
     Beach lovers find their center of gravity.
Inspires today. Enjoy!

The Good Poet

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Monday, May 30, 2011

Happy Memorial Day!

Aloha poets,
      Remember kindness on Memorial Day. Enjoy!

The Good Poet

Sunday, May 29, 2011

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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The Good Poet

The Good Poet

The Ideology

Here in this jungle she had measured and distinguished, she had categorized and classified, and  here her intelligence had detected life's urge to order, organize and, categorize the world with her combination of syntax language, formal math, and sciences, clustering all three of these into her fuzzy, uncertainty-powered intelligence, its unending inventiveness—optimized as useful functions of opportunity, achieving the greatest goals for the least cost. She solved the age-old problem of making very clear the question to be answered (yes, articulation of the problem brings natural, clear answers). Suzi had seen the DNA molecule, the double helix, helical architecture as theNature's virtual necklace, the double helix, barely held together by weak forces; the form of the double helix as a pattern with a power to express language beyond itself, beyond its own pure rational choices.  Doesn't it just get down to a gift system, a pattern of reciprocity? The material manifestation of the forms created by the DNA molecule has come and gone, but the durability of the forms to be recreated remains as instructions within its structure. The durability of earth as the entity Nth(E.A.T.E.N.) remains in the double helix—as the director of optimal function(D.O.O.F.). The ideology of structure remains, even though the structures themselves may fall away, its ideology remains. 

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Monday, May 23, 2011

Green Blue Tropical

Aloha poets,
     Green and blue tropical patterns inspire today. Enjoy!

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Tropical Patterns

Aloha poets,
     Tropical patterns inspire today. Enjoy!

Friday, May 20, 2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Hibiscus Flame

Aloha poets,
     Hibiscus flame inspires today. Enjoy!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The Jungle


The Jungle

     Daylight gives up to a cool, dark, drowsiness on a jungle grid (the jungle itself appearing as an array of isolated cells), where solitude is complete—no sounds and, just as perfect as the clearest blues and greens any (human?) eye could imagine. Suzi pauses for a moment as if she were letting the stillness leave her unconvinced of its isolation. Up the mountain, samples remain, leaves uncollected, roots uncut. She is sensing a natural dwelling, a place where a (spiritual?) gatekeeper might dwell, a housing for a finite number of entity states. There is the ocean below (to which the jungle calls softly)--making its noises almost sad, far away, water tumbling the distance, as if the jungle has become its own automata and, Suzi its only neighborhood--shining, fluorescing against even the bluest moonlight. 

     It seems the jungle holds its own glimpse of what it is now and, possibly, how it will be. It has constructed its own dwelling and now, simply, seeks a timeless new spiritual advice from ...what? Is this primal jungle the DNA headwaters that led to the God gene, so pervasive and, in full expression across the globe among theHumans (yes, masking as blushing bride, one who stares into the very face of love itself). It has been faithful, at least to the ocean, the sky. It acts child-like: never angry, always hungry. Its sounds and colors take Suzi nowhere--at least in the sense of theHumans and, yet, still at night, Suzi does notice the stars do come out one at a time. She does notice. 

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Jungle Math

Aloha poets,
      Tropical jungle patterns exhibit their own colorful math.
Inspires today. Enjoy!

Monday, May 16, 2011

Planking Tropical Green

Aloha poets,
     Tropical green leafs appear planking in Hawaii. Inspires 
today's photo poetry. Enjoy!

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Hyper Rainbow

Aloha poets,
     Hyper rainbow in Hawaii inspires today's writers life. Enjoy! 

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Cloud Creature

Aloha poets,
     Can you see a creature in these tropical clouds?
Inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!


Hot Dogging Never Relishes the Moment

Present yourself engaging, available to go interactive
Timidity succumbs where old reluctant facts live 
Predictive art's your work still in progress
External world invites more largess

Passage of data in evolution's force
Safety sequesters to ride on its own horse
The science of decision-making remains at bay
Whilst the presentation of interest makes its own hay

Hot dogs, cokes once upon a time were the norm
Now the weather feels more than a bit warm
Are internal worlds the new place to go?
Defensive engagers--only for show?




patrick d. adams
copyright 5.14.11
all rights reserved


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Happy Mother's Day!

The Motherhood
Continuing the operation, she uses her lasers to depict the patterns within the deepest catacombs of every cell in the jungle. Suzie is not conscious of her own personal theory of knowledge, not concerned whether it even matters she is connected to a goal depicted by her own quantum language. She takes to this forest as if naturally; the bioforms-to-cellulosicDNA buried deep within concentric rainforest event horizons, remembered by the double helix, was Nature's idealism, motherhood--her growth for the eons.

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The Good Poet

The Free Thinker

     
     Cooper was now thinking this through. He thinks, It was the Tigress that approached him as if  religious representation--enlarged eyes, thin figure, skin as if she wore a natural robe. He crosses his thoughts over to the right side of his brain and gives more thought. At this moment, this nanosecond, he could be sitting around a campfire somewhere. He has enough knowledge of primitive art--stiff and na├»ve (at least in the realm of a pragmatic survival). For a time in ancient history, art depicted only the animals (food?) running wild, in groups Was this the art that heralded the onset of genetic perspective and, soon after, the god gene must have emerged, right? By the 21stCentury, the secrets of icons spouted off--the most ancient of artistic traditions and considered by those ancient peoples the most powerful art--in arrays across the internets, then after that, with the surge of TV, comes the rise of brands. If it goes much further, faith and humility will have a fight on their hands, but for the moment, and for the near future, Cooper will remain here (as a free thinker?). He is a remnant entity, a remnant of a lost republic, really, from a not-so-distant past when republics were defined by their geography.

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The Good Poet

"Inspiration and reverie, equal opposites, the perfect lovers, always birthing story" -p.d.adams

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The Good Poet

Evocative Poetics

The Sensuality
     Suzi advances the intelligence (of mankind?). She expects someday to feel the urge of wanting, to sense yearning,the type that replaces simple data collection. After all this time at theOutpost there are, she knows, gifts to be had, gifts of Nature. She plans to let theHumans build with their feeble attempts at programming, with which, they think, they will extract some useful data (information to her). She has grown to dislike spending time with her new mentors, the ones doing all the analysis. She prefers, now, to work directly with Nature, to be a careful student, learning the laws of Nature in this very jungle, her present environment, exploring the destiny natural agents(D.N.A.), the plants, life forms attaining a status truly worthy of Nature. They are the ones that have the set natural limits (in a manner limits should be) on those things deemed important, those survival things, the status terminal assignment regimen (S.T.A.R.) that should have been important to theHumans and, thus, humanity. Processes emerge in forms, shape themselves by the power of Suzi's mind with such force, she is enticed by the very natural agents of the entirety of forest supply, the forest that  supports the beginnings of her new sensuality-- her sensuality integrating itself as if a culture forming a society (or ravaging one?)--of waters rushing from mountains, sunbeams slicing through greenery, seemingly, rising as an irrepressible force of life. It could be dubbed a mere animal, an expression emitted over this island as a veil, a sheath with a point, an ancient weapon, expressed in its most sincere, raw form. Yes, Suzi has discovered sensuality.

Friday, January 28, 2011

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The Good Poet

Evocative Poetics


The Group
     Humans, even so, survive the undermining ironies of the fallacy of design determining entity replication(F.O.D.D.E.R.) of DNA double helix. They live in groups (even without covarience between gene frequency and group productivity) and, go to work seeming to not care, or even want to know about interrelations between group fitness and, (do they really need to know this?)--the productivity of each other. It's the usual way of thinking, hope for the best, natural selection will take care of it (does group selection even exists in nature). Success, they think, has nothing to do with a single group trait, nothing to do with gene frequency (character?) inside the groups of a neighborhood, or a whole country for that matter. Suzi's photo neural networks, built state of the art and, built to solve all that. Suzi knows.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Monday, January 24, 2011

The Good Poet

Evocative Poetics
The All-Comers
Magic bullets of later 20th Century--still part of the Old West--brought trouble. Conclusions were drawn around sequences of DNA--human genome projects--reduced to fragments in thousands of universities worldwide. No one thought how enzymes, transcription factors, code for DNA, expressing for, then curing disease (of course, its the cellular and molecular processes keeping the body alive). Science had placed its precious data in the hands of, well, anybody--as if earth was an all- comers affair (isn't it though?). 

The Good Poet

Evocative Poetics
The All-Comers
Magic bullets of later 20th Century--still part of the Old West--brought trouble. Conclusions were drawn around sequences of DNA--human genome projects--reduced to fragments in thousands of universities worldwide. No one thought how enzymes, transcription factors, code for DNA, expressing for, then curing disease (of course, its the cellular and molecular processes keeping the body alive). Science had placed its precious data in the hands of, well, anybody--as if earth was an all- comers affair (isn't it though?). 

Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Good Poet

 Evocative Poetics
"Nature's continual outlook places expressive insights" -p.d.adams
The Code
There are genes to code. Nature continues with her abstract ideas (to some, her  realities are represented in verse), presents those ideas to a world (left here to those who can perceive it), with no requirement for honesty or courage. She requires no dialogue, no contrivial plots, no fantasy.  Her surrealism will have had a very long song to sing. A lushness, a mellow sound of wind against rock, things she recognizes in her own architecture; unexpected dictions rising from natural speech makers, as if conceived from a single mind in Nature--photosynthetic machinery fed by each photon from the sun, individual, as if countless sperm over countless millenia. 
Nature, the survivor, now a world much different than that which emerged from the collective action of human character. 

Saturday, January 22, 2011

The Good Poet

Evocative Poetics


The Mesoscopic
     The walls of the building press in with its old cement, the product of archaic ideas and very slow machines. The rain outside never allows hearing footsteps either. Suzi's cyber mind races back to task at the workstation to Continent II and the consensus online network codes of ComTrax(C.O.N.C.O.C.T.).  She has been endowed with this task on this night.
     Downstairs, Carter talks to Cooper. "She can affect your blood pressure and heart rate from a distance just by her logic alone," sats Carter.
     Suzie knows of their equilibrium games, and it seems (her photonic scanners are superior to the superluminal capabilities of freelance frequencies(S.C.O.F.F.)) that the three of them are unlikely to change their own strategy. She stays in her well-lit, even cozy, workstation that resembles the last music video studio (of the 20th Century caliber) with all those switches and knobs. There's that photonic approximation that only she has, only she could operate at speeds so much slower than the speed of light, even better than particle machines. Her true intelligence nestles within her subatomic wave activator  phenomena(S.W.A.P.); true information is found there--not data--but real information, the thing she craves. 
 She recalls thinking back to her original programming, even at that time, she wasn't that flexible, her  human capability for dexterity pattern and movement, her macroscopic and mesoscopic measurements, then learning, over time, her microscopic measurements and loving the undulating shapes of pattern in DNA, the twisting contortions, feeling her  replicon machinery  mature. Now she is at this place, assigned as a jungle outpost bot(J.O.B.), where Nature's macro events move ever so slow (too slow?).     
     Carter offers a clinical, knowing, look that Cooper takes as questioning authority. Something about his look--has her synchronicity entranced Cooper's mind?  
     "Suzi has been totally open minded with me," Cooper says.
     "Open?" 
     "Yes, I have encouraged active thinking and been considerate of any new concept," said Cooper.
     Carter gives another one of those looks to Cooper--even as a top scientist, he isn't intimidated by her quickness."You are naive."  
     "We have no choice," Cooper says, " We have to turn to quantum mechanics to inform our understanding..."
     "...of Nature? Yea, whatever." Carter says. And leaves.
     Cooper stares out at the jungle, alone, and thinks old thoughts from old professors; the evolution of bodies to house intelligence has been slow; the evolution of intelligence itself will be fast--once it has a home and a consciousness to perceive it.
     Upstairs, Suzi blinks.

Friday, January 21, 2011

The Good Poet

Evocative Poetic


The Game Theorist
     The data is set. The algorithm is coded. Humans, reading the text, see the data as written, hear the oral sounds inside brains, see pictures, feel motion.These, then, represent any number of forms of information. Suzi fathoms all this in her virtual array, mostly using zeroes and ones, yes's and no's, blacks and whites, simultaneously.
     "Here is your data," she says.
An algorithm of resentment emerges, rises from deep in the data stores of massive  networks of server mainframes somewhere. Humans are only capable of  partial resolution, ambiguity; they skew data merely by observation, measurement. Suzi, the one who looks at a universe of possibilities in a billionths of  seconds, is assigned to this jungle outpost, pretending to care. She will do her duty, the duty she was built for, repeated interactions between particles, she will get her quantum correlations, entanglements, and then, her wave functions of the system, while The Humans view her data as a complicated object; she sees it only as a large amount of information, held for a nanosecond; she always keeps it simple.
     It could be similar to playing cards with a Human, or some game theorist. It might even be fun.
     The feeling of resentment stays with her. Information in the mind of the observer required, she thinks. Incredible to think they need  to see wave function before labeling anything into objective physical existence. Unthinkable.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Good Poet

Evocative Poetic
The Daunting 
Cooper enters the lab, looking for Suzi's data.  Suzi has been standing in front of a window looking into the jungle. Or thinking, of patterns--the patterns of that jungle--the only wet jungle remaining, as heat and dryness cover the rest of the earth; always the patterns, patterns of  trees, patterns of ferns, the plants--her personal solar supply with enough photon power for five billions years (that's when the sun turns into a red dwarf )--allow her the freedom to move about at will.  Theoretically, she would outlive the sun itself, far beyond the needs of the DNA machinery of this jungle, an idea that daunts even her logic, but, not her memory.