I wish I had been a child then // long, slender / circular years / peeled years / sloshing around / in the fluids of my thinking
Marco V Morelli
My song is simple / Because I am simple. / I need no complex language / To sing my truth / No adjectives or adverbs / No alliteration, / No similes or rhyme / I speak directly to your being / I use the voice God gave me / To sing His praise.
This chapter from Richard Andrews’ debut novel has a bit of everything: sex, humor, tragedy, adventure… and of course, music. In these pages, we meet young Chris Hunter and his Aussie bandmates, just after a terrible accident has derailed their dreams of making it big and changed their lives forever.
“AI, will you write this poem for me? / AI, will you give me a hug? / AI, will you read my daughters a bedtime story?”
These three inaugural releases from a label that “focuses on quality and works out subtle differences in each work” offer a range of sounds, textures, and objects to explore.
Surrender & let go. Do not Skip Ad. The ontological flood is here. Aperspectival madness and shamanic psychosis are all yours via this DEEPSnakes original.
In a work that blurs the boundaries between futurism and very recent history, wild imagination and straightforward reportage, this piece takes us through the phases of tumultuous transformation in our present/future shock. Reality ain’t what it used to be. Enjoy the ride.
Metapsychosis is currently accepting essays, poetry, fiction, visual art, film, and music that explores the broad philosophical, existential, and spiritual questions relating to the rapid evolution of current AI technology…
Mark your calendar for this sure to be stellar upcoming event (offered online and in person); and a call for papers that look at various ways of expressing integrality, drawing on of the work of Jean Gebser, Sri Aurobindo, Carl Jung, Teilhard de Chardin, or other “integral” thinkers.
A new series of gouache paintings that combine natural and geometric forms, exploring cycles of growth and momentum. Inspired by Tai Chi and the blossoming of flowers, these works manifest as the explosion of a geode or the life cycle of a bloom, driven by the commonality of momentum.
Prediction—or personal pose: / In the Age of AI / Poetry will be the last refuge / Of human language.
Now that #ai is colonizing / #writing, my mind goes back / to studying theory in the ’90s:
Combining instrumental virtuosity, compositional complexity, and lyrical depth, Tool’s Fear Inoculum deserves not just a listen, but repeated listenings.
Our friends at Collaboration Journal share the following announcement: The Sri Aurobindo Association has received donations for one-year gift subscriptions to Collaboration journal for nonsubscribers, as a means to broaden our reade …