Tag: Weird

Evil Ellipsoids and Spheres (Poinsot’s Paper Spaceship #4)

Do you remember how photo negatives looked like? The inverted versions of the most common colors looked so unreal. Hues of orange, violet, or cyan that you never saw in the real world. Happy smiling human people looked like turquoise zombies with an evil grin. When creating this geometric drawing, I haven’t been thinking about…
Reverse Turing Test Fail: Kandinsky Saw the Dark Side of the Moon

I saw tweets by desperate students. Professors believed their essays had been written by AI. Because some AI checker software said so. I read heart-breaking stories of artists. Their creations were not accepted for contests because somebody or some software said “This might be an AI image”. You need to monitor yourself and track your…
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…
$Dystopic Diffraction – ChatGPT and Poetry$

Dystopic Diffraction – ChatGPT and Poetry

I have been creating Found Poetry from search terms, from spam comments, from my own articles. I’ve followed strict rules and constraints. The stricter, the better. I am removing my consciousness as a human being from the creative process (Not my subconsciousness though!). Turning myself into a paper shuffling office clerk, feeding prompts to an…
Farewell Pandemic Poetry

I’ve lost many chances to create poetry from pandemic politics. So many metaphors weren’t used to serve the fine arts. But finally I rise to the challenge. Our grand opening-up-anything is being celebrated in each of our provinces. Text snippets from one of these press conferences this week are intruding my waking and sleeping mind.…
Edginess: What I Was Searching For

First Spam Poetry since a long time! Every line is an unedited snippet from about 100 spam comments on this blog. Process: ~ an edginess over what I was searching for I’d perpetually want to be This text It’s remarkable right here searching for attention from start to end I’m not sure exactly but I’m…
Sources of Heat, Life, and Everything

Same procedure as every summer: Science and tech blogging comes to a halt, and the daring ‘internet artist’ is summoned. But also unorthodox avant-garde art is rooted in down-to-earth engineering. In summer elkement leaves the programmer’s cave (a bit) and sees the sun. The local elkemental microcosmos is a fully functional biosphere-2-like ecosystem with lots…
The Subtle Power of the Top Snippet. A New Sub-Genre of Google Poetry.

New game, new rules! I have tried to make the rules tougher! Here is some context and history. [*] The major challenge in this game is one strange attractor: All the poetic chaos is finally is sucked into this black-hole: Dictionaries and thesauruses. I’ve used a private browser window with both preferred language and display…
Bing Says We Are Weird. I Prove It. Using Search Term Poetry.

Bing has done so repeatedly: In order to learn more about this fundamental confusion I investigated my Bing search terms. [This blog has now entered the phase of traditionally light summer entertainment.] Rules: _______________________ you never know my life and my work is life just about working please try to give a substantial answer element…
Spam Poetry: “Cris-Crossing the Universe”

I have tried my hands at different kinds of experimental internet poetry, and all of the poems turned out to have a dystopic touch or tantalizing hints to some fundamental philosophical truth. Perhaps this says something about 1) The Internet or 2) about my subconsciousness. Since I have reduced blogging frequency, the number of spam…
Self-Sufficiency Poetry

Our self-sufficiency quota for electrical energy is 30%, but what about the garden? Since I haven’t smart metered every edible wildflower consumed, I resort to Search Term Poetry and random images. This is a summer blog post, lacking the usual number crunching and investigative tech journalism. Search terms are from WordPress statistics and Google Tools.…
Blinded by the Light: Links Not Considered Click-Worthy

I promised more experimental internet poetry — here it is! The problem: Spam comments have petered out, their number seems to scale with posting frequency. The quality of search terms for this blog has improved, and most terms are technical and dull. I turned to untapped raw material – finally I know what last year’s…
Google-Mediated Self-Poetry – Holiday Edition

A new sub-genre of my experimental internet poetry! Is Google able to capture the essence of this blog? Rules: This is so-called poetry from the first three pages of search results, as usual combined with my images. I’ll stay away from social media for a while so you have time to digest it! ~~~ Nothing…
What the Internet Asks of Me

… via search terms submitted by blog visitors, of course! This is a cross-over of search term poetry and using search terms for serious investigations: A collection of phrases from 2015 WordPress statistics, plus comments [in italics and bold]. As usual, phrases are unedited except from truncations at beginning and end, and I have added…
Google Translational Poetry – Austrian Christmas Edition

I am at the nadir of my online reputation – my Google page impressions plummeted by a factor of about 100. This is very liberating, and I start enjoying the irony of being considered a notorious link scammer. Now I will harvest Google for any weird purpose whatsoever. For poetry nobody will read. The title says it all. I…
Imaginative Poetry. Inspired by the Second Name of Collected Space.

First, some terminology: Sammelraum is a life-form (allegedly – maybe it is an art bot). The German word means Staging Area in the military sense, Storage Space, or Collection Space … so perhaps collected ‘pure’ space as such, or space for collections. Second Name is a series of unworldly images created by that life-form. Random…
Poetry of Anything. Now I Know This Is Called Flarf!

So. I. Have. Forgotten. To. Save. Last Quarter’s Search Terms. I hope you missed my poetry already. What could I do to compensate for that? Inventing an allegedly new genre. Poetry of Anything. The rules are similar as for Search Term Poetry or Spam Poetry: Use continuous, unedited snippets from questionable internet sources. The following…
The Destiny of the Universe

… not what the title implies but Spam Poetry, harvested from about 530 spam comments on this blog. I keep to my usually dystopian-postmodern genre. Imagine somebody with a British accent reading it, and mentally insert black and white images inspired by Philip K. Dick‘s short stories. Don’t expect to understand it, it is like…