Friday, September 26, 2008

3D Genetic Algorithms - The celebration of the cone

Thanks to you, friends, for your encouraging words and kindness.

Alright, I'm back with a declaration, and the help of Charles Bukowski.

One day the cone will be praised as the admirable form and force of the whole Unielse! (the alternative universe where we worship the most irrelevant things relating them to the most important ones) and that day... ...Yeees, I'm deluding; but Long Live the Ice Cream Cone! Bukowski gives sense, down below, to my delusion.



too much too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody.

laughter or
tears

haters
lovers

strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks

armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking
virgins.

an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.

there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant.

people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.

I suppose they never will be.
I don't ask them to be.

but sometimes I think about
it.

the beads will swing
the clouds will cloud
and the killer will behead the child
like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.

too much
too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody

more haters than lovers.

people are not good to each other.
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.

meanwhile I look at young girls
stems
flowers of chance.

there must be a way.

surely there must be a way that we have not yet
thought of.

who put this brain inside of me?

it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.

it will not say
"no."

Charles Bukowski, "the crunch".

4 comments:

Dzeni said...

Welcome back! Its lovely to see you posting work again.

•♥•♥Vicky♥•♥• said...

welcome back buddy

*strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks*
wow wow

there is away always and we have to take chances can't say no..so well put--i loved it totally ;D

Deb said...

Welcome back C!! So glad to see another of your fantastic creations. Oh, and yay for ice cream cones!

runnerfrog said...

I was missing my blog! :-)
Thanks J., V. and D.

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