- reading at Torriano Meeting House in Kentish Town London
- Reading at Albion Beatnik Bookstore in Oxford
- Reading at The Poetry Cafe for Poetry Society UK in London
- trip journal
- new book
- For Poetry Cafe/Poetry Society reading
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so excited to have a new dystopian poem forthcoming in this issue of POETRY Magazine.
Posted in numbered sections, science-based, technology, tagged technology; science-based; xbox; love; future on June 11, 2013| Leave a Comment »
1/
For valuable data, see: emotions.
This is all effective and affective.
It is inching closer, like a train approaching a station.
It could indicate arrogance or annoyance.
Even the friend of many, the Xbox. ( though, who cares, I never had one)
will soon be controlled by more than hands. It will mature to a place that is beyond verbal.
2/
Anyone can calculate your body movements and the force of your punch, but now, It gets difficult with personal matters. How do I calculate heartbeat? I want to help shape the future offerings. I want a machine to calculate love. Take out the guessing. I want the heart to long and project desire like a hologram, even when it is asleep.
3/
We are entering a time when all is emotionally-aware.
[even my phone is smart.]
It is revealing and in the revelation is the scrutiny.
What if I just mask my emotions – could we be manipulated? I don’t have time for games. The opposite sex is so good at them. Machines will, too. Who also wants to deal with Artificial Intelligence?
I could tailor my life according to my body. I could tailor my body to carefully built machines.
“I could” is neither here nor there; It’s just a starting point, like “I want to, but…”
© Umansky 2013
Posted in prose poem, science-based, tagged prose poem on March 16, 2013| 1 Comment »
“The love of endings is a love of form. It is a tributary. [ I will lead you down the river of this] It is triumphant, even. Challenging and channeling; measuring the riff. The world hurts. The world pains. The world cuts into wounds and we let it let on. We let it let on us. The gush is good.
The lucky is in the happening. The lucky is the way that the stitches run. If we were to take this in a musical direction, first, I’d want a motorcycle jacket first.
This is a direct address: “You! Come here!”
This is where I realize the recognizing has fallen. The report should have stated: this is precious. This is all a master letter on: wandering. If this is woven together, it will be satisfying. I promise, what comes is promising. I will make light dance. You will believe that it will be. I will collect the shatterings with my own teeth,” says tomorrow.
© Umansky 2013
Posted in science-based, tagged darwin; science; french; 21st century; on February 12, 2013| Leave a Comment »
What will bear repeating in the coupled -thought?
The construction of tomorrow.
Leaving it alone
everything
Passionate and ecstatic
He didn’t say, “cool”
But thought it as he appeared
To keep hitting the 4th.
Turning to the tadpoles,
Turning to the squid
He thought: scientific
But felt: ribbed revolt
The hawking begins with intelligent design.
Sometimes, or rarely it was decided that publicizing mankind
meant inheriting the past. Giving up not the spored but the instinct
of what is light-spun, and gorged.
Tidal wrestle
Darkened good
The Eye past; past the fixed
And already past the past, he
Socialized among the laming-green
Doubting the tadpoles
Doubting the squid
He waited for each lipped thing
To broadcast its frill
The smoothing birthed within
Him; birthed among him and
Spawned a certain je ne sais quoi
To the Olden.
What we saw as circulatory was just round and grand and even what is planetary is not circular. Just we and the tide and these protected times
©Umansky 2013