Critics 2 (or Art 1 or 2 and/or + History 2)

Kingspiercing  and Snowmen

“The not-art of criticism needs to change. Everything has to change, or everything should be dynamic like the universe: time is motion in one sense or dynamism these are ideas not merely words tiswhatis important here: if you can tell your brain to treat things it reads or learns as ideas and concepts outside of language, then you can explore and create new knowledge on your own with language as a tool to guide you. Continue reading

Analytic Continuation

Mathematicians
What happens when you take a real complex analyst with his (or her) functions,  zeroes and infinities and limiting continuities; differentiability and the complex compactificationing (big ‘effin deal); his/her belief in topological structure holes-be-damned (resist all inappropriate humor people cmon I’m trying to prove existence here) and his/her random variables representing functions on a probababability space and his/her functions of functions call them functionals clever and their infinite variations perturbacular… and put him/her in a room with a number-theoretic algebraic geometrician with his finite simple group-ies and their symmetries and the combinatorical permutation-nation that constructs all things from unity U(1) or its mirror-symmetric dual U(1) (Ohhhhhh that makes sense cause you can just twist the string at any point or whatever and you get two from one PERFECT) ?

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Why 2 (or Self-Similarity; or orororororor……. ;)

I was fortunate to take an intermediate-level survey course in thermodynamics with one of the most influential scientists of the post-WWII generation, I mean this guy was at the center of research for combustion and fueling, kind of combining modern thermo and fluid dynamics, at NASA through the rise of the space age and jet propulsion. Early in the quarter he gave this lecture, just in a small class of 20 or so young engineers, that began with an explanation that while he can’t possibly fit a lifetime of knowledge into a single class over a relatively small time period, we should trust that we will learn plenty of the material deemed necessary to get good grades in the class itself by default if we just go to class and do the work.

What he meant was he would touch on topics that we weren’t prepared to fully grasp, teaching us far more than we would need to pass his tests. His philosophy is that the mind is the most complex closed object in the universe, and if we listened to him with an open mind, the brain has an incredible capability to keep knowledge stored away until it could be used properly even if it’s a decade down the road, and by implication the brain also has an innate ability to know when knowledge that you would never have imagined you were able to retain can help you understand life better in the future.

He called this inspiration, and I indeed think about that lecture nearly every day. Then he shared with us one of the secrets of the universe, a concept loosely termed scaling invariance over a metric space, and he told us we might not fully appreciate this concept for a very long time, but if we remember to think about it and look for its representations, we will have an essential tool for understanding why things are the way they are. Scale invariance, or self-similarity, and ideas about connectedness or more deeply gauge symmetry or mirror symmetry and S-duality: these are essential properties that allow matter and energy to have structure at sub-atomic levels, and explains why this structure scales up to describe molecules and life and consciousness and planets and stars and galaxies.

In its most intuitive form, it’s the metric we define as distance or size in a given dimension, measurements we can make to determine how far away something is on earth but also how far things are in space; and then how can we define a radius of an atom or how solid ice takes up more volume than liquid water despite having the same molecules. It can go even deeper to relate to particle theory and gravity and spacetime, human memory and computer memory, dimensionality and rank of things called number fields crucial to encryption security; economic theory, human behavior, evolution; why there is no such thing as ‘zero or nothingness in the most general sense’ but rather different scales of infinity.

Now I’ve diverged from the actual point here, and that is: don’t worry about understanding all of this or concluding that you cannot now and will not ever understand it because a lot of intelligence is convincing your brain of its own immense power, then using it positively towards yourself and those around you. True knowledge while we are here on Earth reduces quite nicely to human interaction, shared experience, happiness, kindness, altruism, empathy, compassion and all that good stuff. Society can make progress, but time scales as well and it took billions of years to achieve consciousness in real time yet we have the power to destroy the Earth many times over in an instant. It takes a lot more than money and people yelling at each other on TV or the Internet. It takes genuine cooperation and a mind open to dynamic adaptation and learning and filtering out noise and synthesizing experience.

It takes fundamental change in the way we think about ourselves and the world around us.

It takes unity.

-BB

Words 2 (or Colors 1)

Blue

Effect (cause) to You,

blue might mean
everything you ever Knew,
to be of that color.
But,
Like,
what do I know?
Tell me, world:
Is my blue your blue?
Then you do,
tell me, that is:
“My blue is my blue,
Your blue is your blue.
There is some overlap, and
Let’s leave loss of meaning out
And not make people bored with blue;
Bluebitty blue blue beautiful hue too”
“fuck you, world.
Retract.
I love you.”
The word is blue, the world is blue
But words and worlds are representations,
abstractions
 (Ordered permutations of letters with:
 a rule here,
 a rule there;
Arbitrarily assigned, defined
using other…Sounds…)
Blue is a word.
Blue is a world.
Here we might mention the association with mood and music:
I’m blue
Dabadeedabada…
Not that music.
I thought only cows mood.
Blue cows, mood bad;
There must not be enough…
Hey,
Anyway…
What is blue?
What is you?
“Arbitrary de(-scription,
-piction)”
Who are you? (Hoo, hoo…)
Who is blue?
“Bad answers come from(?):
bad questions.”
Why are you blue?
Why are you you?
“Now we are making progress,
It’s a process.”
Why are you?
Why is blue?
“Exactly.”
Evo-(b)lu(e)-tion, baby.
it’s intuitive to the human brain,
invoking the action of eyes ‘seeing’ as their sense
(Lens focuses light towards retina,
 where photoreceptors are so excited to find their photon friends in their correct color cones, and instantly send the sensational news through neural networks as an electrical signal for processing and imaging)
Light
(permutations of photon particles doing the wave, so-to-speak, and if blue then on the short end but visible, moving at the speed of, well, light, or we can say c)
“You like this word: permutations…”
Math is ART(hur Cayley):
Every group is isomorphic to a subgroup of its symmetric group.
Worlds and words and worlds of words.
Why do we see (c)?
“How much time do we have?”
What is time?
“Not again…”
Ah, why is time?
“Flow, change, progress…”
Oh, my.
 what might you c, optimistically?:
Looking up at the sky,
Why, it’s blue! Why is it blue?
(Why, always why with you…)
A scattering comes across the sky…
Note same scattering in a blue eye.
And if the sky is blue that day,
If pollution isn’t in the way,
There’s no blue like the ocean.
Blue on blue, blue in blue, blue of blue
Meeting at the horizon.
You’re makin’ my dreams come blue
Or if the day chooses to be gray,
Clouds,
not content with fractal boarders providing limfinite complexity,
overlap to darken the sky,
raining on our blue parade.
Bastards.
On those gray daze,
blue is a collar,
 fuck color:
blue is the name of the train line some sorry sucka takes to work every morning,
and, (worse?), the converse
(from work, to some sad apartment, nothing like a home…
Nothing like Home).
Or the color of the tie this guy he sees on a ley line down his boss’ beer belly.
Or girl.
The blues.
Same as it ever was.
At this not-home,
To partners in misery,
Or to misery’s offspring,
blue might be a bruise:
Alcohol’s common collateral damage.
At its worst, blue is the glint of cold steel flashed before entry into a belly:
hara-kiri.
 Or blue smoke from a barrel
Real and rising,
Up, up, into that bluest sky…
(Don’t look down:
there, in the outpouring blood:
a tinge of what?)
Cause (effect) to You
-BB

Chaos 2 (or The Path of Flying Butter)

In a perfect little display of human non-logic: someone working on real, groundbreaking theory, but everlacking in the imaginative art of ‘dumbingus downus’, even more but and lacking the essential ability to know one’s limits in regards to the art of philosophical expliation, reductio’d ad absurdumbdum’d and invoked an image of a butterfly (or at least let’s say a rabbling bunch of butterflies) flapping wings in Asia or at a point in the somewherewhere wind patterns patter or wind patters patterns before Coming to America and contributing through flippityflapping to a tornado later manifesting in oklomaha.

This is slightly less absurd than taking the same hypothetimage of our non-denoMonarch butterfly pseudo-randomly path-integrating along a worldcurl in Asia-somewhere and stating: at some arbitrary not-in-Asia-somewhere point in Earthspace, simulTIMEously, flies some butter describing the inverse path; and concluding: together the butterfly and the flyingbutter, due to the unity of all things coming from the same thing(s) (unity has its limits like any real representation of anything), are, quantumly, entangled. Einstein and Zeus would take a break from their heaven-is-craps game to throw lightning-dice at you from above for thinking like this.

There have been reports of butter flying in the American South…

If your ears are fine-tuned like mine, you might hear Bells, hidden distantly (re: nonlocally), alarmringing like vibrating strings permeating your manyfold brain.

-BB

On Mutually Beneficial Behavior (Or Dedications)

Excuse me, I gottalilaheadamahself trying to map my mind to these words. Now I wannaxpressmahgreatestuhvgratitude

Thank you, thank you, you’re far too kind.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: People need people. The reason there are several billion human beings is not: sex is fun, for some…(Right?…yet again we love acceptaking evolution’s gifts: constructs fine-tuned over billions of years of successive i(n)tera(c)tions subject to randomness and chaos and loving every instant…bring it on, entropy, you ain’t got shit on me…let’s be friends; then instead of enjoying the gift(s) happily ever after, we tie it up, we pretend it’s not there, we use it for our own self-godification and throw it out when we’re so very tired, we stick a fake dick in a box and give it as a present at a bridal shower to keep handy when-not-if there spontaneously appears: a hole in the marriage, to plug)…nor is it: we are the first species to know and to remember the pleasures of the universe. Plenty of animals dream.

We are all so very different and yet the same (you are my lethe, my dark tranquility). All happysad families are sadhappily selfsimilar in their differgences

-BB

History 2

History Ain’t Pretty, People :

Perturb the system:

The end of WWII proved the fallacy of static determinism in a post-war world so Cold.

Humanity spent much of History pre-20th-century determined to

deny and defy everything this world presented it as Real,

as Natural,

as Existing and Universal;

subscribing instead to a cyclical series:

ignorant, reductive, irrational, human-constructed systems built on fragile foundations of nothing in the name of:

predatory pretend prophets proselytizing propaganda promising progress pathetic pointing the blade plunging precise the pistol pealing the people pleading their screams piercing like pure silence…

-BB