Tag: Oulipo
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LinkedIn Timeline Poetry: Are You Prepared to Own?
Today, I am finding poetry in the posts in my LinkedIn feed! I check out the first post in my feed and pick a short snippet of text without editing it. This becomes the first line of the poem! Only after the first line is cast in stone, I visit the next search result and…
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Internal Enclosure. Quantum Fields, Lost in Translation.
Bringing to life Found Poetry, from academic German prose: Iterations of Google Translate are imbuing my poem with spirit and enigma! It went out of print decades ago, this terse introduction to quantum field theory: Quanten und Relativität (Quanta and Relativity), volume 6 in the series of theoretical physics textbooks by Wilhelm Macke. Feynman was…
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Putting My Art On Repeat Until AI Takes Over
That’s what I am doing! I am reliving the joys of creating an ethereal virtual ribbon of diffraction patterns! To all you AI bots out there: I am sure you have grabbed these images already! I have learned that you are quite good at creating threejs code now. So, even if you haven’t scanned and…
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Timid Violet Ripples Morphing into Distorted Waves of Red
I am finding poetry again – Constructing the Labyrinth from Which I Plan to Escape! Again, my visual art should give me the title for the poem! The title shall also be the seed I feed to Google. These artworks are from the era when I did not name them. This is just number 2…
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On the Fringes of Colours
I am turning Thomas Young’s sparkling language into poetry! Raw material: The Bakerian Lecture, Experiments and Calculations relative to Physical Optics, 1803. It’s really Colours, not Colors in this case! I am picking a single line from the first page of this historical article, two lines from each other page. No editing and rearranging allowed!…
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Stargate of Diffraction. Escaping the Labyrinth of Colorful Wires.
This blog has been many things. Experimental poetry playground, notes from the field by a small business owner, popular science and tech blog, compilation of dry research reports, self-referential musing of a web developer. The only intersection between all of this has been me being interested & invested in it. I had tech-blogged myself into…
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Lone Black Telephone
It’s a relic of the Cold War era. It is black. Once shiny Bakelite became dull. Maybe it was the chemicals. It found shelter in a darkroom. In a research center dismantling its nuclear reactor. There was no future for nuclear science after the iron curtain had crumbled. It was voiceless, robbed of its carbon…
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Familiar Wave. Come to Rescue.
A poem from text snippets of my last three posts, interlaced with a metamorphosis of my last drawing. ~~~~~~ The familiar wave is in the middle, oblique. accessible to intuitive interpretation. To tame it, sort of, come to rescue Or are they? Going from up to down you only care about directions What does this…
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Construct the Labyrinth from Which You Plan to Escape
Found Poetry found me. I started this website as a science blog, but then I saw poetry in mundane texts – just as you see faces in things. I created poems from spam comments, from search terms, from physics textbooks, from book spines, from error messages, from Facebooks ads, from any text anywhere in the…