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Sentences On Post-Conceptual Poeticsn Dec,2009.

post-conceptual poetics is a redefination of being a robotics in digital age, humanity in the conceptual frame of digital machinery, a machinery of reflection on the machinery set ut by I-machinery in the operation of social and intellectual capital.A dead butterfly knowing that she can fly over death with language of conceptual networks.
.. conceptual poetry is not like poetry but post-conceptual poetry is more like a poem of immortal death-death reflecting the happening of death.At the same time death or concept or conceptual metaphor -
today, i have finished writing 'POst-conceptual poetics and life' in Yangon, Myanmar in Myanmar language.I will publish in local magazine, first.maybe, self-publication: the conceptof death in robotics and the concept of death in human machinery, reflecting social capital and intellectuial catital connected with ethics beyond borders.
public is not the message but the response and speculations about texts and artworks.that is what i mean by multi-displinary artist/post-conceptual writer.
contemporary post conceptual way of life is being in the beyond but becoming in the present.
Thein Post-conceptual reality: Death is not the concept but a immortal machine to generate the wisdom of elimination for the illusionist's pleasure of visuality and colours of language capacity which is building the game of dyfunctional artificiality of digital age people are obesessed with.
death is a permanent gamer in language game of a post-conceptual writings.
death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal............
. death, suffering, obsession, pains and attachments. ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance. death, suffering, obsession, pains and attachments. ignorance........
.. (1) analysis of consciousness: sensational realities is just illusive run-away, no existence but the engagement of mind and sensational objects. (2) mind is the open abstraction which is depending.........
POST-CONCEPTUAL POETRY IS UNCREATIVE MEDICINE FOR CREATIVE CONCEPTUAL BOREDOM! ! ! ! ! POSTING CONTEMPORARY INTO THE BORDER-AWARENESS OF CONCEPTUALISM TO GET OUT OF THE TRAP OF CONCEPTUAL FRAME OR TESTING THE CONCEPTUAL FRAME.WHAT IS A CONCEPT? THIS IS WHAT I CALL 'UNCREATIVE MEDICINE! ! ! ! ! ! !
AFTER CONCEPTUALISM, MATERIALITY AND CONCEPTUALITY HAS NO TENSION BUT ONLY MOEMNT-TO-MOMENT CONTEMPLATION ON REAL AND ACTUAL REALITY-REALITY-DISSPPEARANCE-PREJUDICES INSIGHT.WOW!
othing, nothingness, nothing, nothing! that's all I don't posessess.
no hope no friend no family no home no nativity no nationality no fame no name no future no points no market no identity no possessions
clear deconstruction of biased skins Only left white action, speech and contemplated wisdom with fresh energy beyond time frame a white snow mountain.. Are you coming from another planet? ! ! @#$%^&*() _+1234567890qwertyuiopzxcvbnmqဆ တ န မ အ ပ က င သ ဖ ထ ခ လ ဘ ........... life is covered by a layers of skins-meaning, culture, conversational skills, talks, established education, certificates, friends, neighbours, dignity, concepts conditioned, sociality and liberty...
thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga
Names are coming out of your skins. A name of a rose: rose is a rose is a rose is a rose............ Ga Ga Na Na Ga Ga Na Na Ga Ga Na Na Ga Ga Na Na Ga Ga Na Na N
The Wonder Institute Promise is initiated. But then logic is a constructed demand. Ethics is a supply for a constructed logic. Equilibrium among promise, logic and ethics is a nexus point of unity, harmony and energy. When promise is achieved, You are an alice in the wonder institute. (a basic economic instinct-supply &demand.
the story of nothingness: a poor man has nothing; a rich man needs nothing; if you die, do you think it will happen nothing.
what is your social, political, economic and personal machinery of yours? HOW CAN YOU ESCAPE AWAY FROM IT OR DEAL WITH IT?
let's redefine tolerance? Is it a really working without limitation/Theory of cause and effect is not a time-based sequence of event.Six senses and conscience must be separate.whatever care for others who are unlucky is a virtue.
nothingness show its nature when change happens and you are in the awareness of change, not under the concept change.
future?
no mathemaTHICAL equations in life and so life becomes a suffering site. how can you redefine site-spEcific aRT?
I want to confirm you that some exceptionally beneficial Moment that we wished for and that you were waiting for has come. Huge POSITIVE changes are going to happen for you.Just visionary poetry for everyone who read it! ! ! ! !
cause and effect is not one after another continuum/linear meanings but parallel or alternative realization/satory of life in fire.
cause and effect is not one after another continuum/linear meanings but parallel or alternative realization/satory of life in fire.
alice in the wonderland is now a contemporary poem!
no repercussion but comtemplating on present moment-to-moment suble changes in and on your ever-changing realities.
human beings are in a way puppets generated by their own habits, skills and concepts but the freedom of puppets is that they are not like human beings not in the theatrical reality but in the crafted reality reflecting truths of physicality and humanity.
But can Puppets change the world?
Puppets synthesize ideas - the essence of a thought, concept or character.
is quality of life considered on the identity or the place where you come from?
what is your disruptic ides for managing your systematic life on daily basics?
L ight's shadow is light itself!
not the I-machinery but the multi-skins-deconstruction of social, political, intellectual and humanistic constructions.
 
Nyein Way

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Father Death Blues

Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going

Father Death, Don't cry any more
Mama's there, underneath the floor
Brother Death, please mind the store

Old Aunty Death Don't hide your bones
Old Uncle Death I hear your groans
O Sister Death how sweet your moans

O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths
Sobbing breasts'll ease your Deaths
Pain is gone, tears take the rest

Genius Death your art is done
Lover Death your body's gone
Father Death I'm coming home

Guru Death your words are true
Teacher Death I do thank you
For inspiring me to sing this Blues

Buddha Death, I wake with you
Dharma Death, your mind is new
Sangha Death, we'll work it through

Suffering is what was born
Ignorance made me forlorn
Tearful truths I cannot scorn

Father Breath once more farewell
Birth you gave was no thing ill
My heart is still, as time will tell.
 
Allen Ginsberg

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  139.     

Death

Death
and taxes the only things that are important to most people the last act of everyperson some idea of going to the garden to eat worms pushing up daises six feet under Indians in the Happy Hunting Grounds Christians in Heaven all other religions go to Hell this word is not used much in threats you dont go breathing fire and hurling death not many preach on death the eulogy is meant to reassure the living left alive
life itself can become a death
some say this pain inside is become a living hell
but they have never been there and pain in this life passes to the next one but dies somewhere inbetween
it cannot navigate the gulf the wind of the infinite space ungulfs it
death spites life the living die but the dead do not ever live
the great intelligence of man has failed to do anything with death except embrace it sometimes quickly as if to avoid the pain that comes with it
a lingering death is given to the living
each day death looms a little closer it drives some people crazy they cannot cope with death
they die a little more each day
among the living they make fun of death they push it away and put it off until they think it will never come for them at all
and when
they die rich they line the coffins with silk and linen
one by one by one more into the Earth they pass away
and when they die poor they fill a body bag with more
they hurl insults at Death in vain
they cry when someone that they love has tasted death
they cry
when death claims someone that they know
they cry
at death
and death just laughs at all the people on the world they made
they cry out at GOD but they only get his Death
 
Charles Hice

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Death-The Constant Companion

Every life ends with death
Yet unknown is the complexity!
Death is an enigma! Death is a companion!
Death is the answer! Death is the beginning!

Complexity is a constant confusion
Certain to happen everyone knows
When and how no one knows

Mystery indeed origin of death
Saints and sages tried to know
Nothing to find walked into death

Escorts the death from our birth
Goes with us where shadows can’t
Inseparable it’s and beyond imagination

Troubles and traumas ends with death
So are comforts and luxuries
Veil of soul blown off by death

Existing life ends with death
New journey begins after death
New fate decides course of that life!
 
Somanathan Iyer

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