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Let's launch concepts

Launch conceptual poetics

Science Museum employee Katie Maggs holds a 19th century X-RAY tube during a photocall at the Science Museum in London, England. The Science Museum is celebrating a century of science with a public poll that has voted the X Ray machine as the most important invention of the last 100 years.

Launch post-conceptual voyage in imaginative reality


art of fear(2)

poetry is fear but fear is not poetry is fear but fear is not poetry is fear but fear is not poetry is fear but fear is not poetry is fear but fear is not poetry is fear but fear is not poetry is fear is not poetry is life b...See More
Photo: art of fear(2) poetry is fear but fear is not poetry is fear but fear is not poetry is fear but fear is not poetry is fear but fear is not poetry is fear but fear is not poetry is fear but fear is not poetry is fear is not poetry is life but life is not poetry is fear is not poetry is fear is not poetry is fear is not poetry is fear is not poetry is fear is not poetry is fear is not poetry is fear is not poetry is love but love is not poetry is fear is not poetry is fear is not poetry is life but life is not poetry is fear is not poetry is fear is not poetry is a standstill but standstillis not a poetry is fear isnot poetry is fear is not poetry----------is fear is not poetry is fear is not poetry--------is fear is not poetry ----is fear isnot poetry you are not in the circle of binary oppositions but you are in the map of trained concept is fear is not concept is poetry is fear is not poetry is concept of fear is not poetry --------is----- --fear in the map of mindscape.



Manifesto Of Post-conceptual Poetry @ November,2009

(1) It is a happy and prosperous event to know that you are asked that what post-conceptual poet-writer is.
(2) Post-conceptual poetics is constructed by the concept'speculation
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Photo: Manifesto Of Post-conceptual Poetry @ November,2009 (1) It is a happy and prosperous event to know that you are asked that what post-conceptual poet-writer is. (2) Post-conceptual poetics is constructed by the concept'speculation as a lack of the real' to investigate and analyse the conceptual frame. (3) Poetics is a machinery but it is not build up of Language, concept and physical realities.It is actually realises and known that 'I' is not the machine to run things and after-I consciousness contemplated and prone to realities seen and alternative realities realities unseen but realized and felt by aha moments of existential beings. (4) It can have the ability to touch the beyond-perceived realities in human chemistry called a post-conceptual voyage. (5) It cacept icon, relic, image, symbol and metaphor to describe the ontological and plural realms of the arts.So, post-conceptual poet can be traced as multi-dispciplinary artist or poet or poet-artist. (6) Post-conceptual poet can talk abut identity issues and apart from it, he or she can tell about outside operational realities. (7) Post-conceptual cultural identity is composed of e-culture/technological culture and Buddism's philosophy(I don't assume Buddhism as religion) of 24-things circle of human existence-Pahtana in Pali text but post-conceptual poetics accept that God is dead(Nietcze) : the author is dead.It is not a religion-oriented poetics. (8) Post-conceptual death is the knowledge of the allegory used in conmceptual poetics is just liberated from the obesession of technique called narrational identity.It is a reflective and reflexive making of new or restructural knowledge pattern-a contemplative and initiative uncreativity in the digital revolution age. (9) Post-conceptual phenomenon is composed of 1) senses 2) received feeling from senses 3) awareness on mental composition, decomposition and recomposition 5) beyond-I existence of mental faculty 6) geopsychological awareness 7) continuum of reality as a charachteristics of materiality, physicality and mental faculty 8) beyond -prejudice insight for appropriation life in poetics of contemporaneity in the contemporary crises of identity, home, uncreativity, making and technoloical identity of anti-establishment or flexibily of carnivalization of defamilization upon creative, uncreative and art-making world together with quotidian experiences.9) humanity rather than humanism 10) social values, intellectual values, ethical values and civic values 11) feeding humanity components in the weak area of techno-fed writings 12) fer-robotics attitude and for -humanity attitude as a map of post-conceptual voyage 13) post-colonial concepts 14) site-specific concepts 15) fashion 16) mysticism 17) metaphysics 18) ecological awareness 19) political awareness upon moment-to-moment behaviours 20) digital politica 21) scientific innovation 22) Third mind 23) The fourth mind(I have self-discovered it and written about it) 24) endisms 25) trans-aesthetics 26) trans-disciplinary practice 27) hermeneutics 28) phenomenon-noumenon-conceptualization discoursal projects 29) spritualism-wisdom on contemporary society 30) dia-logic realities 31) anti-establishment or neo-establishment in versitility


Manifesto Of Contemporary Poetry(2012)

Contemporary poetry is a junction zone of distilled sky and earth of
(1) .psychology
(2) .philosophy
(3) .ethics
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Photo: Manifesto Of Contemporary Poetry(2012) Contemporary poetry is a junction zone of distilled sky and earth of (1) .psychology (2) .philosophy (3) .ethics (4) .new aesthetics (5) .contemporary socio-cultural-economic-moral-political-technolog ical issues reflecting power and knowledge (6) .initiated knowledeg and creative wisdom of contemporaneity6.moment-to-moment decision making process (7) .Alchemy between existing contemporary literary theory and working definitions of a practising and operational poet after modernist's literature and poetry (8) .the end of literary genre concept (9) .the concept of the continuum-chance, change, revisiting and reconceptualization and (10) .Contemplating on quotidian mental and physical experiences.


Ground conceptual

conceptual poetry is a ground for floating identity or post-identity being in the becoming process of possibility-a shaking and unstable truth-banks.conceptual poetry is a ground for floating identity or post-identity bei...See More
Photo: Ground conceptual conceptual poetry is a ground for floating identity or post-identity being in the becoming process of possibility-a shaking and unstable truth-banks.conceptual poetry is a ground for floating identity or post-identity being in the becoming process of possibility-a shaking and unstable truth-banks.conceptual poetry is a ground for floating identity or post-identity being in the becoming process of possibility-a shaking and unstable truth-banks. '' 'GROUND' Nyein Way

Egg to Hen Poem

At first hard cover
Inside a
fluidity of identity
atomic alchemy
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Photo: Egg to Hen Poem At first hard cover Inside a fluidity of identity atomic alchemy Boxing ring can be the hard holder of disciplinary existence Break free, whether it is true or false to touch the sky of the true base of humanity no humiliated conceptualization process but the birth if the eye is the eye if not blindness of life can happen it is an adventure of life, go for it Shaping form and colours first, then conditioned concepts and innate concepts encounter life sound and voice, the smallest units of human language the hard holder asks the fluidity of the existing identity what is the purpose of your life? how would you end your life? Form is now clear and idea is evolving out of complexity Like a poem with possessing vehicle of predetermined destiny Nyein Way Submitted: Friday, September 19,2008 Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Google+ Save this on Delicious
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Digital Cultural Revolution-2012

I text, I connect, and I win.
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I text, I connect, and I win.
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Photo: Digital Cultural Revolution-2012 I text, I connect, and I win. ??????????.??????????????????????????? I text, I connect, and I win. ??????????.??????????????????????????? I text, I connect, and I win. ??????????.??????????????????????????? I text, I connect, and I win. ??????????.??????????????????????????? I text, I connect, and I win. ??????????.??????????????????????????? I text, I connect, and I win. ??????????.??????????????????????????? Poet Nyein Way ???????????????
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Nyein Way

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  150.     

sinful identity

It wasn't the slightest in my hands to choose the
parents who had so handsomely procreated me; nor was
it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
infantile cry; overflowed with unfathomable oceans of
glittering gold,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I
baselessly rejoiced and took all their hard-earned
wealth for granted; miserably dithered in my
impoverished life to carve a philanthropically
blissful identity of my very own….
It wasn't the slightest in my hands to choose the
parents who had so majestically procreated me; nor was
it my fault that the house in which I emitted my
first baby cry; had an endless inundation of sparkling
currency coin,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I
parasitically feasted and took all their hard-earned
wealth for granted; pathetically staggered in my
diminutive life to carve a synergistically blazing
identity of my very own….
It wasn't the slightest in my hands to choose the
parents who had so wonderfully procreated me; nor was
it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
incoherent cry; remained perpetually embellished with
resplendently enamoring diamonds,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I
derogatorily marauded and took all their hard-earned
wealth for granted; dismally stuttered in my truncated
life to carve a celestially vibrant identity of my
very own…
It wasn't the slightest in my hands to choose the
parents who had so marvelously procreated me; nor was
it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
nimble cry; contained every speck of prosperity on
this timeless planet,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I
indiscriminately terrorized and took all their
hard-earned wealth for granted; meaninglessly quavered
in my destined life to carve a beautifully magnanimous
identity of my very own…..
It wasn't the slightest in my hands to choose the
parents who had so amazingly procreated me; nor was it
my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
inaudible cry; had its foundations resting on an
insurmountable mountain of pearls,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I
savagely massacred and took all their hard-earned
wealth for granted; horrendously trembled in my
penurious life to carve an iridescently kingly
identity of my very own….
It wasn't the slightest in my hands to choose the
parents who had so gorgeously procreated me; nor was
it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
incongruous cry; solely diffused the fragrance of
everlastingly priceless richness,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I
satanically splurged and took all their hard-earned
wealth for granted; gruesomely faltered in my
pecuniary life to carve a spell bindingly righteous
identity of my very own….
It wasn't the slightest in my hands to choose the
parents who had so divinely procreated me; nor was it
my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
evanescent cry; harbored countless trees from which
gloriously fructified currency coin instead of leaves,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I
ruthlessly blew and took all their hard-earned wealth
for granted; disdainfully lost in my flickering life
to carve an enchantingly vivacious identity of my very
own….
It wasn't the slightest in my hands to choose the
parents who had so Omnipotently procreated me; nor was
it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
meek cry; was the hub of all state-of-the art
businesses that unfurled on the trajectory of this
fathomless planet,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I
insanely trampled and took all their hard-earned
wealth for granted; flagrantly wavered in my limited
life to carve an ingratiatingly altruistic identity of
my very own…..
And it wasn't the slightest in my hands to choose the
parents who had so blessedly procreated me; nor was it
my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
nervous cry; was the most indefatigably serenaded
castle in the entire world since times immemorial,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I
cold-bloodedly spat and took all their hard-earned
wealth for granted; unscrupulously dithered in my
indigent life to carve a harmoniously distinct
identity of my very own.
 
Nikhil Parekh

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  151.     

Identity

He stole my heart, then my virginity and then he tried to steal my identity.

It’s two in the morning and I have cried until I have no more tears.
Can’t call my momma, can’t call daddy or any of my peers.

Can’t reveal to any of them my greatest fear – that the man
I thought would love and cherish me wants to hurt me.
I’m strong, I tell myself, I can take it; maybe he’ll change and won’t desert me.

For he’s my husband and I made a promise before God: ‘Til death do us part.
But look at what he’s done to my heart!

What am I doing? This is not me. I’m intelligent, fearfully and wonderfully made.
But now I’m thinking of all those other women who stayed.

Stayed because they thought they had no choice.
If I stay and try to change him, does that mean I have no voice?

I know God’s promises: He said I will never give you more than you can bear.
You are My temple, I dwell in you – your needs will be supplied – I care.

I cried out to Him: Lord, please take this cup from me, if it is Thy will.

I ache all over, my heart is heavy. I have all this love I need to share.
This cup, I’m finding, is too hard to for me to bear.
Can’t You see I’m in a state of despair?

God heard my plea and knew the desire of my heart:
Someone who will love me, who will not depart.

Man can hurt my flesh and bones and even my soul;
But my spirit belongs to God; therefore, I know I must be bold.

Identity, identity. I must maintain my identity.
I cannot allow this man to steal MY individuality.

Then I learned that the love of my life was growing inside of me.
Could this be God’s plan? His plan to use and prosper me?
Now I know that He has kept me to bless me; and this is my TESTIMONY.

No more heartache, no more tears and definitely no more fear!


He tried so hard to steal my identity.
But I will not allow him to steal our seed’s.
I know MY God will give me the victory.

The generational curse lingering over my seed
WILL be broken and God’s blessings he shall receive.

God’s love surrounds me, protects me.
Yes, He will give me victory
And I will forever give His name the praise, the honor and the glory.

What have I learned from this fall?
It’s that identity really doesn’t matter at all.

God is with me and in me, I am His seed.
He is all the identity that my seed and I will ever need.

So you see, what that man tried steal
God revealed to me is no big deal.

Now, Lord, I am available. Use me for your glory.
And that’s the end of the identity story.
 
Patricia Smith

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  152.     

Barriers and barricades!

Is it possible?
We all have forgotten our all identity,
The only identity stands is the human,
There is no land, no border,
No religious distance, no races,
What if we all were only man?

Is it possible?
We need no passport or visa,
We are traveling all around the world,
No immigration, no customs,
No cultural variation or discrimination,
What if we all were only man?

May be one day it will,
We would be able to stand as one,
We would dissolves all barriers,
But the barricades in the walk of life,
That create complexities among us,
How can we cross that barricade?
How can we change these hearts,
Those have known the variations,
Have been self centered inside us,
How can we overcome these barricades?
What if we all were only man?
 
kafil uddin raihan.

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