3D Genetic Algorithms - Abstract #99

If you're searching out for something
Don't try so hard
If you're feeling kinda nothing
Don't try so hard
When your problems seem like mountains
You feel the need to find some answers
You can leave it for another day
Don't try so hard

But if you fall and take a tumble it won't be far
If you fail you mustn't grumble
Thank your lucky stars
Just savour every mouthful
And treasure every moment
When the storms are raging round you
Stay right where you are

Oh don't try so hard
Oh don't take it all to heart
It's only fools they make these rules
Don't try so hard

One day you'll be a sergeant major
Oh you'll be so proud
Screaming out your bloody orders
Hey but not too loud
Polish all your shiny buttons
Dress as lamb instead of mutton
But you never had to try to stand out from the crowd

Oh what a beautiful world
This is the life for me
Oh what a beautiful world
It's the simple life for me

Oh don't try so hard
Oh don't take it all to heart
It's only fools - they make these rules
Don't try so hard
Don't try so hard
Don't try so hard

Queen, "Don't try so hard" (Composed by Freddie Mercury).
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Mandala #5

The taste
of rain
—Why kneel?

Jack Kerouac, "Book of Haiku".

Mandala #4

Ah! a thousand flames, a fire,
The light, a shadow!
The sun is following me.

Paul Éluard, from "five haiku".

Mandala #3

Leaving its nest,
The sparrow sinks a second,
Then opens its wings.

Richard Wright, Haiku 93.

Creature of the Light #21

Today was our frozen independence day in Argentina, we wore scarves, rosettes with our national colours, and drank hot cocoa in the cold while we listened to the bands playing songs in the streets; every country have different traditions --rituals, heroes, and solidarity are three nice things to make us feel as one with the community.

This is my post 600, and with this I leave for a while. Tomorrow I'm off on a deserved winter vacation to the summery side of the world, to shake this cold off of me and get in touch again with the heat, and with the hot. :-)

Read the poem; an illuminated writer, a person reaching an epiphany about the mind and the heart wrote it, so she deserves that respect. I tried my best to reach a figurative image with abstract means --remember nothing here is hand-modeled: A heart with a hole, in a warm colour (the heart) surrounded by a cold colour (the mind).
This might as well, be the end of the serie of the Creatures of the Light; I've not been able to do anything better than this one in months.

See ya! Frog out. And a frog pout:



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C.

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Said the Lion to the Lioness-'When you are amber dust,-
No more a raging fire like the heat of the Sun
(No liking but all lust)-
Remember still the flowering of the amber blood and bone,
The rippling of bright muscles like a sea,
Remember the rose-prickles of bright paws
Though the fire of that sun the heart and the moon-cold bone are one.'

Said the Skeleton lying upon the sands of Time-
'The great gold planet that is the mourning heat of the Sun
Is greater than all gold, more powerful
Than the tawny body of a Lion that fire consumes
Like all that grows or leaps...so is the heart

More powerful than all dust. Once I was Hercules
Or Samson, strong as the pillars of the seas:
But the flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind
Is but a foolish wind.'

Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone,
And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood,
Remember only this of our hopeless love
That never till Time is done
Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one.'

Dame Edith Sitwell, "Heart and Mind".

Clot

[...]
I’m told one clot of blood extravasate
Ends one as certainly as Roland’s sword,—
One drop of lymph suffused proves Oliver’s mace,—
Intruding, either of the pleasant pair,
On the arachnoid tunic of my brain.
That’s Nature’s way of loosing cord!—but Art,
How of Art’s process with the engine here?
When bowl and cord alike are crushed across,
Bored between, bruised through? Why, if Fagon’s self,
The French Court’s pride, that famed practitioner,
Would pass his cold pale lightning of a knife
Pistoja-ware, adroit ’twixt joint and joint,
With just a “See how facile, gentlefolks!”—
The thing were not so bad to bear! Brute force
Cuts as he comes, breaks in, breaks on, breaks out
O’ the hard and soft of you: is that the same?
A lithe snake thrids the hedge, makes throb no leaf:
A heavy ox sets chest to brier and branch,
Bursts somehow through, and leaves one hideous hole
Behind him!
[...]

Robert Browning, "The Ring And The Book", Chapter XI.


[EDIT]: The background change suggested in the comment by Dzeni won't work properly unless big changes are done to the Specular and Refractive values of the biomorphs; the white background simply emits much more light than the previous, and there are visible differences between the refractions of both images. Both have different values of "bright", let's say, to be able to look similar in different environments.



[SECOND EDIT]: Dzeni edited the first version to her liking, it's 800x600 but good enough to appreciate the changes. Since the license for all the works here is CC 3.0 nc-sa, then I add her results; therefore, this last version should be credited to her.

Mandala #2

“When, when?” I sighed.
The one I longed for
Has finally come;
With her now,
I have all that I need.

Taigu Ryokan, "Teishin".

Creature of the Light #20

Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
"Hurry, you will be dead before—"
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!

May Sarton, "Now I become myself".

Mandala #1

"Have you ever seen God?"
-a mandala. A symmetrical angel.

Felt? yes. Fucking. The Sun.
Heard? Music. Voices
Touched? an animal. your hand.
Tasted? Rare meat, corn, water
& wine.

Jim Morrison, from "Wilderness, Poems 1966-1971".

3D Genetic Algorithms - Abstract #98

I used to be on an endless run.
Believe in miracles 'cause I'm one.
I have been blessed with the power to survive.
After all these years I'm still alive.

I'm out here kickin' with the band.
I am no longer a solitary man.
Every day my time runs out.
Lived like a fool, that's what I was about, oh

I believe in miracles.
I believe in a better world for me and you.
Oh, I believe in miracles.
I believe in a better world for me and you.

Tattooed your name on my arm.
I always said my girl's a good luck charm.
If she can find a reason to forgive,
Then I can find a reason to live.

I used to be on an endless run.
Believe in miracles 'cause I'm one.
I have been blessed with the power to survive.
After all these years I'm still alive.

I believe in miracles.
I believe in a better world for me and you.
Oh, I believe in miracles.
I believe in a better world for me and you.

I close my eyes and think how it might be.
The future's here today.
It's not too late.
It's not too late, yeah!

The Ramones, "I believe in miracles". --Song: