De Polymathia Tractatio, image by Daniel Y. Harris
Algorithms
Processing
blind data for a perfect night out. Going back, time-travel is coded in vowels
and consonants. An emoji added to giggle solutions. Self-driving over a cliff
in technical despair. Elucidation of selves in unambiguous diatribes / angst in
the existential poetry of numbers calculated as soliloquy. Where functionality
is massaged by control. Intimate questions asked from scans of average affections. How procedure terminates at the first and foremost result. One step beyond and
it’s curtains. Emergence of computational self-harm. When that love of words
becomes a longform communication.
Electracy
Knowing a
keyboard like the back of a digital strand. With this instant speed we were there
just before the catastrophe. Dearest prudence. In the blink of an AI.
Anticipating the grammatology of a future shift, when Derrida lectured in
French I thought it was his speaking that clouded my understanding. In the now
time of accidental disaster we are plugged into its circuitry. How the Rhetoric
of Digits is not a gesture from the hand. Participatory practices may require
wind and sun and waves when the other powers are cut. I have escaped that
theatre to regain control over sum of these words.
Posthumanism
In the sonnet
of this future there are at least 2 x 7 definitions of our demise in the yin
yang of hanging on. Epistemologically speaking, the terminology will be back. Despite my confirmation in
Dreifaltigkeitskirche Worms, what I do understand is how at our core there is
still no God. It will be the most existential surge protection. When we are all
members of The Agency, at what point is being enmeshed our evolution? Beckett
has already given a voice to the physically disconnected mouth. And I have no
more human words for this triumvirate of beginnings.
—Mike
Ferguson
