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May in the woods
FCIC10
PhaethonOfficial: We are here at the tenth Future of Computational Intelligence conference (#FCIC10). We sponsor a number of PhD students, excited to see their findings!
Some News
- I'm very grateful to have a poem up on Nine Muses Poetry called Imposter. It's a strange little piece and I'm glad it's found a good home. Check it out here
- One of my poems Hollow Passengers was also set to an awesome improvised soundtrack by Charlie and Jake as part of their Echoes and Edges live stream. It's such a cool collaborative project and one of the best uses of technology I've seen. Check it out below or click through for timings. I recommend watching it all as the whole project is very inventive
https://www.youtube.com/embed/vyHRtbjwlFY
Virtual workshop and a poem
I joined a virtual poetry workshop yesterday run by the wonderful Tonic and wrote this:
First crop of the year
Upheaval
Serenity Study zine
I turned my poem from NaPoWriMo Day 27 into a little zine.
Napowrimo 2020 Day 30- Burn
I expect these days to fade like
photographs left on a windowsill.
That's the hope. The numbers will
blur, the weeks will drain of detail
and colour and I will be left with
outlines and vague shapes, glimpses
of faces in the washed-out clouds,
voices speaking through the hiss.
Napwriomo 2020 Day 29- Fragment
Today my mind is like confetti thrown
to the wind, like a website with every
space filled with adverts, all flashing
for my attention, like a river delta
as hundreds of tributaries race towards
the ocean. Do you understand? It's like
I've drunk ten espressos and all I can hear
is the thumping house beat of my heart or
like I am dust in the depths of the galaxy
not yet ready to coalesce into planets.
You must know what I mean. It's like I'm
a beam of light shot through a prism,
or my thoughts are cryptic crossword clues
or I'm a CRT television stuck between
channels, half images looping back over
themselves. What I'm trying to say is
I'm like a lizard darting across hot
sands, it's like I'm caught in a washing
machine near the end of the cycle, like
I've become a comet entering the atmosphere
before inevitably burning, disintegrating,
becoming nothing more than fine ash rain.
Napowrimo Day 28 - Guilt
The sky is a confusion of clouds
whereas just yesterday you could
see the galaxy spin. We are out
of coffee once again, the internet
is often on the blink and helicopters
are swarming day and night in hives.
The oceans are swelling, drowning
small coastal towns. The years are
now dandelion seeds in a gale.
I blink. Ten more have flown away.