PeterL thank you that is more or less clear :)
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PeterL thank you that is more or less clear :)
Another possibility is that everything is subjective, because we jusr delude ourselves into thinking that there is an objective reality. And there are other possibilities.Quote:
Originally Posted by cacian
And Dark Muse just pointed out some more.
I hope this fits the subject. I tried
The Intangible Tangible
Truth hovers between us,
some truths they say are absolute,
undeniable, infallible, unarguable,
but where do we draw the line
between your truth and mine?
We can reasonably agree
that the sky is blue
but spend decades
arguing why.
Staring at the picture
on the wall we cannot deny
that it is a sail boat
but what does it mean?
I remember the hours spent
in coffee shops over cigarettes
debating the purpose of art,
I favored subjectivity,
the viewer giving the painting meaning.
But you scoffed and believe
the artist must make his
message clear for all to understand,
not leave it up to personal
interpretation.
In a still life of wine bottles,
I saw a reflection of societal isolation,
but you affirmed that was only my projection,
and it was nothing more than a useless
imitation.
A rock is a hard, solid,
heavy, tangible thing,
none can deny it exists
but you see only this,
a dead weight,
I feel the spirit within
and know it to be a living thing,
nothing can convince me otherwise.
Bien fait, Dark Muse. "The Intangible Tangible " certainly fits.
The only thing some say that I can know
Is what’s subjective, and I’m fine with that,
But when I shoot electrons aiming at
A double slit I trust I still can show
I fired something definite although
If I could tell which slit each one went through
I’d change the way they must have done that, too,
Implying dumb reality must go.
Hey! I don’t mind. The world seems better when
The matter that I thought was dead depends
Upon some deeper Consciousness to be.
If that configuration’s better, then
It changes almost everything and sends
Me looking for those Eyes that look at me.
ANd the cat's eyes are both alive and dead, are they not?
I suspect what's looking doesn't need eyes, but that cat probably didn't want to go into the box in the first place.
Cats love playing in boxes.
As long as they can get out. I figure that cat would have been making so much noise you wouldn't have to look inside the box.
It would, if it weren't half dead.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
an object defines longitude
it fits to belong
between the weak and the strong
it has abilities
according to agility
which gives it facility
to flex it is to etch it
a subject is a matter
of opinion
it is never clear
how the mind steers
towards it
but it stands near
whenever an idea of it appears
it becomes a discussion
to endear
the link between either
is plenty
because when they come
together they are handy
and when they apart
they turn
brandy
something to drink
instead of think
in other words
it is ideal when they synch
That's one way to deal with brandy.
Cacian, I sometimes have the same opinion.
A Golden Sierra Walk In May
I saw the face of God today as
I walked the Golden Sierra track
T'was formed of clouds out in the East
on His right - a rainbow! - I took to be His staff
I'd been singing to myself as I walked
the westward leg of the high school's path -
a song containing the 24th Psalm
and the “Glory Be” - to keep a steady pace
When face to face His grandeur did appear:
I felt His perfect love, His mercy, and
His grace; and offered up a heartfelt prayer -
in Jesus' holy name - and continued on
My walk complete I took my leave and thought-
fully drove away. Arrived at home - an answer
to my prayer! Tiny sprinkles of rain blessed
my face - and once more I knew He was there
5/18/2015 r.5/19/2015
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Interesting
A reminder for anyone who was thinking to entering this contest. The deadline for entry will be tomorrow May 17, 2015 at Noon EDT or 4 PM GMT.
There have been four entries, and it is interesting that all four have substantially the same content; that all is fundamentally subjective, matters of personal experience. But it seems to be a matter of how one interprets that.
YesNo has it that dead matter depends on Consciousness, while Dark Muse feels the spirit within a dead weight. And cacian expressed a similar idea. Did they conspire?
Dark Muse,
This is a lovely thought, so much like Quantum Mechanics. Nice form, and it reads and sounds well.
YesNo,
This is an interesting concept, “dumb reality must go.” The poem is concise and of decent form.
Cacian,
Brandy is good, and this is a jolie rhyme. And it probably is true that subjectivity and objectivity should be in synch.
tailor STATELY
Stirs objective and subjective together right nicely, and it’s a merry little thing with good form.
As I mentioned, there is plenty of agreement. The entries have different but good forms. Dark Muse’s poem seems to pleasantly explain something that can be difficult, and her poem flows better than the others, so I declare Dark Muse the Winner.
Congratulations Dark Muse. And congratulations to the others for coming so close.
Thank you! I will get the new subject posted soon
Good, something to look forward to.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dark Muse
Next subject AI ( artificial intelligence)
Deadline June 10
^^In response to the question about the cat's eyes up the top. Sorry I don't visit often.
Schrodinger's Digimon Cat's eyes were, yes.
A pretty, plastic flower won’t grow a seed
Though we might think it could with just a glance.
If we insist, indeed, it has a chance,
That only means that we have been deceived.
Computers read, but cannot understand.
They speak, but they cannot be entertained
And nothing new to them has been explained
Though everything and more they have at hand.
So why should anyone presume that we
Could be replaced by what is not aware
Though sentimentalized as if it were?
The flower in the basement cannot be
As real as those that bloom in fresher air
Whom bees enjoy and breezes calmly stir.
PeteL thank you for the feedback
artificial intelligence...
will come back to this :)
AI Am
AI am
Not the creation of man
(There is) no ontological link
Nor phylogeny ; )
Having always existed
In His light enlisted
AI am
6/9/2015
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Artificers avail themselves of
Intelligence, but most is in nature.
Then there is consciousness; is that also
Artifice? Are products of the Gods art?
The making of art is artifice, so
Is there no nature? Or is there no art?
Is intelligence artifact of the Gods?
Sneaking up behind us the art pieces with
Intelligence slipping into our lives
Speaking Lisp, Ada, and other language
With each other, they plan our demises.
And with them as tools we plan victory.
Who will win? Art or intelligence,
Or are they the same?
Three very differnt, intersting and thought provoking poems for this one. It is a difficult choice.
YesNo: I really enjoyed your comparison to the fake flower. I never thought of it that way before. I thought you made some good points about computers and their limitations.
tailor STATELY: Quite an intersting and provocative poem. It conveys a lot in a few words. Love the play on words with AI Am.
PeterL: Not entirely sure I completely understood this one but I enjoyed reading and did like your clever use of language. There were some intersting ideas in your poem. I do like the juxtaposition of Intelligence and Artifice.
Great job everyone but the winner is......
tailor STATELY
Thank you Dark Muse !
I thought I went out on a limb when I rhymed link with ; )
The next Subject: Silence...... Deadline July 1, 2015
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Noise brings agitation to
The heart that worries what to do.
The mind entrapped in wild commands
Goes still till silence understands.
silent e-soliloquy
my stream of consciousness "aloud"
flows throughout the faceless crowd
i'm the scrawls on poetic walls
i'm the random sentence pause
searching echoes in forum halls
for silent e-sanctuary muse
Unresolved Love
Your lips were pressed tight,
a thin white line
of unmovable defiance,
I know the still waters
of your mind,
seen through the quietude of
your eyes,
words never vocalized
hung invisible in the air,
like dust particles catching fire
in the light.
silence
devoid of reason
charming in seasons
is periodic even
loudness
would mean
it happens keen
and to hear is here
Airless space, without medium for sound,
Deep sleep with all sensory input off,
A bathysphere with no radio on,
Quiet beyond reason, restful for ears.
Silence, peace without even Tinnitus
As silent and quiet as Gods intend.
Wonderful entries everyone !
YesNo - Tight aabb scheme. Enjoyed the internal rhyme: "Goes still till silence understands."
Melanie - Very interesting aabcbd form; where c & d are sight rhymes. Favorite line: "i'm the scrawls on poetic walls"; which also contained an internal rhyme.
Dark Muse - I love how your poem flows in free verse; with but a tease of rhyme. I might suggest a line break change L10-11: "like dust particles/catching fire in the light". My favorite lines: "I know the still waters/of your mind,/seen through the quietude of/your eyes".
cacian - Innovative abbbcdde rhyme scheme; with an homophone in L8 (see #181 http://www.singularis.ltd.uk/bifroes...ones-list.html ). Favorite lines: "devoid of reason/charming in seasons"
PeterL - Enjoyed the technical aspect of your poem. L5 gave me a chuckle: reminding me of a poem I wrote 6/8/2014: (my L5/L6) "A constant ringing in my ears for company/All feed my desire to shoot the cuckoo clock". Favorite lines: "Deep sleep with all sensory input off,/A bathysphere with no radio on,"; where the off/on juxtaposition worked well for me.
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And the winner is Dark Muse... Congratulations!
(note: the color is #aabbccdd for my future reference)
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thank you! I will have the new subject soon
Next Theme: Summer Nights
Deadline: July 10
This Summer Night of Nights
propellers create the
breeze that cools and delights
cats cuddle as I drift
into the realms of geist
should this flight of fancy
be lost to light of dawn ?
but no! I'm not bound to
earth and sleep on and on
7/10/2015
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Shorter than in wintertime
But cooler than the day,
A summer night is quite all right.
I’ve had enough of summer light
And now it’s time to play.
summer nights
happy kite
over skies bright
and so short
they are caught
sailing through
a morning
crew
faster
then a sunny tawn
and
dawn is born
Summer Nights
Endless light
Shining bright
over the land
Touching the trees,
and kissing the lips
of the misty lake
holding your hand
caressing your knees
bonding our hips
All through the night
so bright, awake
Hot in the dark
Though cool in the desert
And on the beach with its sea breezing
Hot in the cot
Though cool in the bath
With its splishy splashy torpedo submarines
A lot of great very interesting and creative poems. I liked seeing how many different perceptions of these subject there where. Though it makes it hard to choose a winner.
tailor STATELY: I enjoyed the bit of whimsy within this one. I liked how the first stanza did feel very soothing and lulling. It drew the reader into sleep and then took them into the land of dreams.
YesNo: Your usual clever humor that makes me laugh. I enjoyed the playful nature of the poem. I think the light hearted spirit is fitting for a summer night.
cacian: Some lovely imagery, and quite elusive. I enjoyed how it did have an almost dream-like feel to it.
North Star: Beautiful imagery, and evocative. I loved the touch of mystery in this one and the subtly.
MystyrMystyry: Quite an interesting poem. I enjoyed the uniqueness of it, and some of the play upon words. Interesting juxtapositions.
And the winner is.....
North Star