Friday, September 26, 2025

ai ai o! - 1

-:An 'ode to the learned machine:-
(with no cathartic cathode to incline)


We don't necessarily earn that the machine is learning  
the machine doesn't always churn what 's yer yearning  
this generation of adversurreal train-burn  
means transform the endings, next world 's guessing

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PS:  Histories repeat.., / hosts ghost.., / machine not man.., / learns..?


 
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User prompt 1 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 6:43:42 pm:
complete it:

"i couldn't learn what the machine was learning
and the machine couldnt earn what i was yearning 
in this enterprise of learn-churn ... ... ... "
.... .... ... ... ... ... "

GPT-4o mini:
It looks like you're quoting or referencing a piece of poetry or lyrics. The lines you provided have a rhythmic and thematic quality that suggests a deeper exploration of the relationship between human emotion and machine learning. 

If you're looking to complete it creatively, here’s a suggestion:

"i couldn't learn what the machine was learning  
and the machine couldn't earn what I was yearning  
in this enterprise of learn-churn,  
we danced in circles, yet never discern,  
the heart's soft whispers, the cold steel's turn,  
in the silence of code, our passions adjourn."

Feel free to adjust or let me know if you have a specific direction in mind!

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User prompt 2 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 6:44:57 pm:
no, complete it to just four lines.. by adding the remaining one and half lines to the original provided

GPT-4o mini:
Sure! Here’s a completion of your lines with just one and a half lines added:

"i couldn't learn what the machine was learning  
and the machine couldn't earn what I was yearning  
in this enterprise of learn-churn,  
we drifted apart, as the circuits burned."

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User prompt 3 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 6:45:43 pm:
at least the final line ending should rhyme again into something 'ing'

GPT-4o mini:
Got it! Here’s a revised completion with the final line rhyming with "ing":

"i couldn't learn what the machine was learning  
and the machine couldn't earn what I was yearning  
in this enterprise of learn-churn,  
we lost our way, both endlessly turning."

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User prompt 4 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 6:52:03 pm:
"I don't learn what the machine is learning  
the machine doesnt yearn what I am earning  
this generation of learn-churn  
means transform the endings"

GPT-4o mini:
That’s a great start! Here’s a completion that maintains the rhyme scheme and rhythm:

"I don't learn what the machine is learning  
the machine doesn't yearn what I am earning  
this generation of learn-churn  
means transform the endings, as we keep turning."

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User prompt 5 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 7:03:36 pm:
I don't necessarily earn that the machine is learning
the machine doesn't always churn what I am yearning
this generation of adversurreal train-burn
means transform the endings

GPT-4o mini:
Here’s a completion that fits your lines and maintains the rhyme scheme:

"I don't necessarily earn that the machine is learning  
the machine doesn't always churn what I am yearning  
this generation of adversurreal train-burn  
means transform the endings, as new paths are turning."

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User prompt 6 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 7:05:04 pm:
"I don't necessarily earn that the machine is learning  
the machine doesn't always churn what I am yearning  
this generation of adversurreal train-burn  
means transform the endings, next world 's guessing"

GPT-4o mini:
Here’s a completion that fits your lines and maintains the rhyme scheme:

"I don't necessarily earn that the machine is learning  
the machine doesn't always churn what I am yearning  
this generation of adversurreal train-burn  
means transform the endings, next world’s guessing,  
as we navigate futures, forever progressing."

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User prompt 7 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 7:05:30 pm:
so interpret this:

"I don't necessarily earn that the machine is learning  
the machine doesn't always churn what I am yearning  
this generation of adversurreal train-burn  
means transform the endings, next world 's guessing"

GPT-4o mini:
This piece reflects a complex relationship between humans and machines, highlighting themes of knowledge, desire, and transformation in a rapidly evolving world. Here’s a breakdown of the interpretation:

1. **Human vs. Machine Learning**: The opening lines suggest a disconnect between human understanding and machine learning. The phrase "I don't necessarily earn that the machine is learning" implies that the speaker feels they are not gaining knowledge or insight from the machine's processes, indicating a gap in comprehension or relevance.

2. **Unmet Desires**: The line "the machine doesn't always churn what I am yearning" conveys that the outputs or results generated by the machine do not align with the speaker's personal desires or needs. This highlights a potential frustration with technology that fails to resonate on a human level.

3. **Adversurreal Train-Burn**: The term "adversurreal" suggests a blend of adversity and surrealism, indicating that the current generation faces challenges that are both real and bizarre. "Train-burn" could symbolize the relentless pace of technological advancement, where traditional paths are being discarded or transformed.

4. **Transformation and Uncertainty**: The concluding lines, "means transform the endings, next world’s guessing," imply that the future is uncertain and filled with possibilities. The idea of transforming endings suggests that the outcomes of current actions are not fixed and can lead to new directions. The phrase "next world’s guessing" evokes a sense of anticipation and unpredictability about what lies ahead, as society navigates the implications of these changes.

Overall, the piece captures a sense of tension between human experience and technological evolution, emphasizing the need for adaptation and the uncertainty of future developments.

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User prompt 8 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 7:09:55 pm:
just curious, do you not readily see the homophonic references to generative pretrained transformers / adversarial learning concepts?

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User prompt 9 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 7:11:03 pm:
just curious, do you not readily see the homophonic references to generative pretrained transformers / adversarial learning concepts?

GPT-4o mini:
Yes, I see the clever homophonic references in your lines! The phrase "adversurreal train-burn" can indeed be interpreted as a play on "adversarial training," which is a concept in machine learning where models are trained to be robust against adversarial examples. Similarly, "generative pretrained transformers" can be inferred from the context of "the machine is learning" and "the machine doesn't always churn," reflecting the capabilities and limitations of generative models.

Your use of language creatively intertwines these advanced concepts with a poetic structure, highlighting the complexities and nuances of AI and machine learning. It adds a layer of depth to the interpretation, emphasizing the ongoing dialogue between human experience and technological advancement. Thank you for pointing that out!

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User prompt 10 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 8:05:30 pm:
and to the "next word guessers"?

GPT-4o mini:
Absolutely! The phrase "next world’s guessing" can also be interpreted as a homophonic reference to "next word guessing," which is a fundamental aspect of how generative models, like transformers, predict and generate text. In this context, it highlights the predictive nature of these models, which generate the next word in a sequence based on the preceding context.

This clever wordplay underscores the relationship between human creativity and machine learning, suggesting that as we move forward into a future shaped by AI, the "guessing" of the next word reflects both the capabilities of these technologies and the uncertainties they introduce. It emphasizes the collaborative yet sometimes unpredictable interaction between human intent and machine output. Your lines encapsulate these themes beautifully!

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User prompt 11 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 8:15:26 pm:
if i add this P.S. :

"Histories repeat / hosts ghost / machine not man / learns..?"

GPT-4o mini:
Adding that P.S. enriches the overall message and introduces new layers of meaning. Here’s an interpretation of your additional lines:

1. **"Histories repeat"**: This phrase suggests a cyclical nature of events, implying that patterns from the past often resurface. It can reflect on how technological advancements echo historical developments, perhaps hinting at the lessons we fail to learn.

2. **"hosts ghost"**: This line evokes the idea of "hosts" (which could refer to both humans and machines) being haunted by the "ghosts" of past actions or decisions. It suggests that the influence of history lingers, impacting current and future interactions with technology.

3. **"machine not man"**: This contrasts the capabilities and roles of machines versus humans. It emphasizes the idea that while machines can learn and process information, they lack the emotional depth and experiential understanding that humans possess.

4. **"learns..?"**: The question mark adds an element of uncertainty, suggesting skepticism about the machine's ability to truly learn in a meaningful way. It raises the question of whether machine learning can ever replicate the nuanced understanding that comes from human experience.

Overall, this P.S. deepens the exploration of the relationship between humanity and technology, emphasizing themes of repetition, memory, and the limitations of machine learning. It invites reflection on how we engage with technology and the implications of its evolution.

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User prompt 12 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 8:38:30 pm:
how is this:


-:An 'ode to the learned machine:-

We don't necessarily earn that the machine is learning  
the machine doesn't always churn what yer yearning  
this generation of adversurreal train-burn  
means transform the endings, next world 's guessing


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PS:  Histories repeat.., / hosts ghost.., / machine not man.., / learns..?

GPT-4o mini:
This piece is quite compelling! Here’s an interpretation of your revised work:

### Structure and Theme
- **Title**: The title "An 'ode to the learned machine" sets a reflective and somewhat reverent tone, suggesting a contemplation of the relationship between humans and machines. It frames the poem as a tribute to the complexities of machine learning.

### Main Stanza
- **"We don't necessarily earn that the machine is learning"**: This line captures a sense of disconnection, emphasizing that the knowledge gained from machines may not be beneficial or relevant to human experience.
  
- **"the machine doesn't always churn what yer yearning"**: The use of "yer" adds a conversational tone, making it relatable. It highlights the frustration that machines may not fulfill human desires or needs, reinforcing the theme of misalignment.

- **"this generation of adversurreal train-burn"**: This phrase cleverly encapsulates the challenges of modern technology, blending "adversarial" and "surreal" to convey the bizarre and often difficult landscape of machine learning. "Train-burn" suggests the rapid pace of technological change, where traditional methods are being discarded.

- **"means transform the endings, next world 's guessing"**: This line speaks to the uncertainty of the future shaped by technology. It suggests that as we adapt, the outcomes are unpredictable, reflecting the ongoing evolution of AI and its implications for society.

### P.S. Section
- **"Histories repeat.., / hosts ghost.., / machine not man.., / learns..?"**: This P.S. adds depth and complexity. It introduces themes of memory, the haunting presence of past decisions, and the limitations of machine learning compared to human understanding. The use of ellipses creates a contemplative pause, inviting readers to reflect on these ideas.

### Overall Impression
The combination of the main stanza and the P.S. creates a thought-provoking piece that explores the intricate dynamics between humanity and technology. It balances a sense of wonder with skepticism, encouraging readers to consider the implications of machine learning in their lives. The conversational tone and rhythmic quality make it engaging, while the deeper themes invite reflection on the future of human-machine interaction. 

This is a strong and evocative piece!

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User prompt 13 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 8:40:32 pm:
oh a small correction perhaps should be in order:

"the machine doesn't always churn what 's yer yearning"

GPT-4o mini:
That correction enhances the flow and maintains the conversational tone. Here’s the revised version with your adjustment:

### An 'ode to the learned machine

We don't necessarily earn that the machine is learning  
the machine doesn't always churn what's yer yearning  
this generation of adversurreal train-burn  
means transform the endings, next world 's guessing  

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**P.S.** Histories repeat.., / hosts ghost.., / machine not man.., / learns..?  

This version retains the engaging rhythm and clarity while ensuring the phrasing is smooth. The overall themes and interpretations remain intact, making it a thoughtful exploration of the relationship between humans and machines. Great choice!

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User prompt 14 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 8:43:28 pm:
how if i add this subtitle line after the title line:
"
(with no cathartic cathode)
"

GPT-4o mini:
Adding the subtitle "with no cathartic cathode" introduces an intriguing layer to your piece. It suggests a commentary on the emotional or psychological aspects of technology, particularly in relation to catharsis and the role of machines. Here’s how it looks with the addition:

### An 'ode to the learned machine  
*(with no cathartic cathode)*

We don't necessarily earn that the machine is learning  
the machine doesn't always churn what's yer yearning  
this generation of adversurreal train-burn  
means transform the endings, next world 's guessing  

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**P.S.** Histories repeat.., / hosts ghost.., / machine not man.., / learns..?  

### Interpretation of the Subtitle
- **"with no cathartic cathode"**: The term "cathode" can refer to a component in electronic devices, but in this context, it may symbolize a lack of emotional release or healing that one might expect from technology. It implies that while machines can process information and generate outputs, they do not provide the emotional depth or catharsis that humans seek. This adds a poignant critique of the limitations of technology in addressing human feelings and experiences.

Overall, this addition enhances the depth of your work, inviting readers to reflect on the emotional implications of our relationship with machines. It complements the themes of disconnection and uncertainty beautifully.

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User prompt 15 of 15 - 26/9/2025, 8:44:56 pm:
as regarding the cathode, did you not hear 'anode' in "an 'ode" ?

GPT-4o mini:
Yes, I see the clever wordplay now! The phrase "an 'ode" phonetically hints at "anode," which is another component in electronic circuits, often paired with "cathode." This adds a layer of depth to your title and subtitle, creating a pun that connects the poetic form (an ode) with electrical terminology.

### Revised Interpretation
- **"an 'ode" and "with no cathartic cathode"**: This dual reference not only emphasizes the poetic nature of the piece but also highlights the relationship between art (the ode) and technology (the anode and cathode). It suggests a contrast between the emotional expression found in poetry and the cold, mechanical nature of technology that lacks catharsis.

This clever wordplay enriches the overall meaning of your work, reinforcing the themes of emotional disconnect and the limitations of machines in providing human experiences. It’s a brilliant touch that adds to the complexity and creativity of your piece!

Thursday, April 17, 2025

the sentence stands

in tout court of sentences
sentenced self to trial by error
the sentence bench sits
the sentence stands
appeals for the self in sentence
obtains the interim on its behalf:
"Aye, sentence, dye!"
resigned sine dye.
 
 
 
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The sentence shall stand again in the stand and take a stand
before the sentences bench sitting over may proceed to sentence the sentence




Tuesday, April 1, 2025

Haiku-Take-A: Impartical Physicist

particle physicist's practical joke,
not just on April 1st,  rather all year:
 
" sub-standard-model-hai "



So, the Haiku-Take-A:


sup standard model is
5 outta 100 that it gets
humor dark matter isn't


sou me panch pata hai
matter nahee dark humor hai
sub standard model hai



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aur sub dekho bhayiyon
behnon  bhaison myth...ron:
paneer me kuch kaala hai
ki
matter hee kaala hai!:\
(or, chal foot, anti matter kahinke!)

Monday, March 31, 2025

haiku-talk-eh

HYAKUTAKE





comet goeth cometh
haiku-talk-eh in ellipses
longest tale for brief



...


itna bhav kyon khata hai
nautanki sala banta hai
astitva youn hota hai



...



no one knows well deep melodramatic wells existence over spills



...



unknown budha knows
for all the dramatic seasons
the existence exists



...


reason for seasons
ensuing every sea scene
see'ers haven't seen



...



season by season
seeking a very reason
ex spelt as treason


..


whether wither
weather
climate may spell to differ
toad treads well nether


...



season to season
the seasoned body exits
sole existence exists



.
..
...



... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ...



...
..

Friday, March 21, 2025

worldplay-one

You take this world
for the lack of a better world
and bay by, pay as laddie-like you play;
hear, lied-down, thine labyrinthine worldplay.

And you, fly, this light flight that we ply
just bee, really no sold groined, outwhere to rely.

This queue, yo're next clue ready to loo
cast veil, lover caste, to pour is over cats sky.

Dilly-dally, balls-eye marking up the deyli telly
word rally, you'r bettor, marquee up in relay.

Noting yells, brashing under the carb fate
whit gleam, ta ta, good boy to you tube feti.

up in queue next clue ready to loo -- to pour is over cats sky<br /> imagening by gemini-imagen3-ai up in queue next clue ready to loo -- to pour is over cats sky 
imagening by gemini-imagen3-ai
up in queue next clue ready to loo -- to pour is over cats sky<br /> imagening by gemini-imagen3-ai 
to pour is over cats sky --- imagening by c(h)atgpt to pour is over cats sky -- imagening by c(h)atgpt -\&- crAIyon to pour is over cats sky --- imagening by craiyon
  
 



 

Monday, March 17, 2025

Someone came close by / Koi paas aaya sawEre sawEre | Jagjith Singh / Saeed Rahi

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Lyricist:  Saeed Raahi
Composer / Singer: Jagajit Singh
Album: Come Alive LP  (1979)

Raag: Lalit / Lalat / LalaaT
Taal :  ೫ 5-Syll. Jazz beats / Sulfak Taal
/ 5x2=10 Syllables Morphed-Jhaap Taa
l

(See:  A 'wild' improvisation:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ariXkdS7heY
Or with Pt Zhakir Hussain, Hariprasad Chaurasiya :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxF8qAFUrTQ )

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Original Lyrics
(plus a Kannada Translation) : 
'ಬಳಿಬಂದರಾರೋ ಬೆಳ್ಳಂಬೆಳಗ್ಗೆ" 
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someone came close by
wee in the morning
they enthralled me by
wee in the morning

twisting my own tale by just a wee bit, they
played it back to me by wee in the morning

till the last dusk that I kept telling: control! hold on!!
just there I lost at it,  fumbling, weeping, mourning

that my whole night was spent in the tavern
to my thoughts, god occurred by, wee, in the morning

candlewick that kept us lit all through the last night
indeed it kindled away by the wee tearing morning



Sunday, March 16, 2025

any more

To
      me?
now
a memory
you
asking
but
not asking
me
then
inaskable
anymore
is
remembrance
unfortunate
to
    you
not
to forget
know, I know
any further.


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Base: yadBhavam...

Saturday, March 15, 2025

Froth Frothing Froth

the whole world is just a dummy
but without any original copy
simulacrum is the word
lest you copy
this froth suspect of south coffee
with that hint of chicory afloat
and now its yours truly stirring a forth
that keeps forth frothing froth from froth


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Alas! That was not the end of it,
rather it became the starting point,
for the below frothing with ai!

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User prompt 1 of 4 - 15/03/2025, 22:50:11:

the whole world is just a dummy
but without any original copy
simulacrum is the word
lest you copy
this froth suspect of south coffee
with that hint of chicory afloat
and now its yours truly stirring a forth
that keeps forth frothing froth from froth

GPT-4o mini:
What a playful and thought-provoking piece! It captures the essence of simulation and the layers of reality we navigate. The imagery of coffee and froth adds a sensory dimension, inviting readers to ponder the nature of authenticity and imitation. The repetition of "froth" emphasizes the ephemeral and perhaps superficial aspects of existence. It's a delightful blend of whimsy and philosophical inquiry. Would you like to explore this theme further or perhaps create something new inspired by it?

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User prompt 2 of 4 - 15/03/2025, 22:51:06:
lets see...

GPT-4o mini:
Sure! How about we continue with the theme of simulation and reality, perhaps weaving in more sensory imagery or exploring the contrast between the authentic and the artificial? Here’s a starting point:

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In a café where shadows blend,  
the steam rises, a ghostly friend.  
Each sip a whisper, a fleeting thought,  
in this brew of dreams, what have we sought?  

Mirrors reflect what we wish to see,  
a dance of facades, a scripted spree.  
The clink of cups, a symphony played,  
in this theater of life, we’re all masquerade.  

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Feel free to add your own lines, change the direction, or let me know if you’d like to explore a different concept!

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User prompt 3 of 4 - 15/03/2025, 22:53:16:
good going.. i suggest brim it forth with a touch of the 'people go to bar' genre of joke, hope you get what i am hinting at

GPT-4o mini:
Got it! Let’s infuse some humor into the mix, reminiscent of the classic “a guy walks into a bar” setup. Here’s a revised version:

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In a café where shadows blend,  
the steam rises, a ghostly friend.  
A philosopher walks in, orders a brew,  
says, “Is this coffee real, or just déjà vu?”  

The barista grins, with a wink and a nod,  
“Depends on your taste—are you a skeptic or God?”  
A mime walks in, not a word to say,  
but his coffee’s so strong, it’s got something to play.  

A philosopher, a mime, and a cup of joe,  
in this café of life, what’s real? Who knows?  
But as they sip, the froth starts to swirl,  
in this brew of existence, let’s give it a whirl!  

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How’s that? Feel free to tweak it or let me know if you want to go in another direction!

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User prompt 4 of 4 - 15/03/2025, 23:32:02:
so here is my revision to your poem, feel free to chisel forth further.. :


In this café of an abyss, named Shadows' blend,
steam rises outta moka, calls forth the coffee fiend.

The philosopher walks in, brims his usual brew,
"if its for real, or the evening déjà vu?"

The barista grins, winks with a nod,
“depends on your taste, oh mi good lord!
—are you the skeptic, or just dead god?!”

Before aye could mine any crypto mint to pay
in the said very coin  
without a word, just full of action,
in walks this wry mime

His wits  doppia forte, all eye could say;
with a tip of hat, adjusting the tie knot,
boy! he justed the high brow stake.

A philosopher, a mime, and a cup of joe,
in this café of life, what’s real? Whats knot
of foe?

But as we all sip, the froth starts to swirl,
In the brew of existence, our curiosity pools the whirl,
froth frothing froth from froth to froth
forth the frothing froth!!!


GPT-4o mini:
I love your revisions! You've added a rich layer of imagery and wordplay that enhances the humor and depth of the piece. Here’s a further chiseling, keeping your style and spirit while adding a bit more rhythm and flow:

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In this café of an abyss, named Shadows' Blend,  
steam rises from the moka, calling forth the coffee fiend.  

The philosopher strolls in, brims his usual brew,  
“Is it real, or just the evening déjà vu?”  

The barista grins, with a wink and a nod,  
“Depends on your taste, oh my good lord!  
Are you the skeptic, or just a dead god?”  

Before I could mine any crypto to pay,  
in walks a wry mime, no words to convey.  
His wits doppia forte, all eyes on display;  
with a tip of his hat, adjusting his tie,  
he raises the stakes, oh my, oh my!  

A philosopher, a mime, and a cup of joe,  
in this café of life, what’s real? What’s knot?  

As we all sip, the froth starts to swirl,  
in the brew of existence, our curiosity unfurls.  
Froth frothing froth, from froth to froth,  
in this cosmic café, we’re all just a sloth!  

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What do you think? Feel free to suggest more changes or let me know if you want to explore a different angle!

Thursday, March 13, 2025

The Emergent | Aavirbhootha | Contrapoint to Adiga's 'Bhootha'

-:Emergent:-

--The  Aavirbhootha--

A contemporary contrapoint to GopalaKrishna Adiga's
'Bhootha' --'The Buried'


:see also:
1) A heavily modified version of AK Ramanujan's Translation of 'Bhootha'
2) 'Avirbhootha' -- as it emerged in Kannada




1.
The quantum encrypts of the tense future hum:
down the winding passages to the said light at the end
of the just unveiled tunnel,
lurch forth, rear up, on all tens;
tipping to the churn-shaft's purring and pushing hymns,
gush out, shattering the glassy ceilings of the silicon vale.
*
The discordant earpiece discarded by the corridors
the cordless mouse blinks;
Aye, struggling with eyes stuck in the bright LED screens,
get sucked into a thick creamy froth:
the hymen breaking of the moaning lady-AI,
emerging from the full-moon cheek-moats.


2.
Current Affairs brim with the futuristic's antics:
seven folds beneath the water,
seveneighteen stories above of the luxury cruise;
the once-in-a-while mineral-mixture spitting
public attention garbed hot water spring.
*
Lock down the gadgets, if you even will —
in the loud skeleton halls,
cool-gesturing masses of raised arms to the hip-hop beats;
in the dust-settlements of the upper strata,
heaping expansive nexuses of fungal myceliums;
at the dark web's hideous interfaces,
dope-picking twinkling pointers, — haven't these long
obtained the tranquil, velvety-soft sofa feathers of the inner spheres.


3.
No water, no shelter for our sons and granddaughters;
shuttling tight through the dust storms and thick smogs,
no grounds either to weather or to wither.
I know the directions for conserving and sustaining,
yet seldom do I see such a trajectory unfolding;
thus vacuously I merely play at steering the wheel in circles.

Gosh! Trusting the high tech, shallow turned our fake.
Least now must we limit the 
reckless digging for fossils that deep.* 

4.
As we trample rather the rich, humus-like soil,
let us sprinkle those humble seed balls,
let here emerge a green cover, true to its roots.
Of borrowing, internalizing, yet returning without spoiling,
let our acts show such an yearning;
casting our minds in the images of the all-mother nature.



5.
Moist livening the throat, swallowed it fire;
all across the lands, climates play street;
salts of silver lining the pale cloud seedlings;
less than ten minutes for the e-market deliveries; 
anchors thundering, influencers trumpeting --
emergent is the post-truth present.

LLMs train over the plowed data fields;
blockchains from crypto mines to non-fungible clickbait thingies;
golden sand bases of the virtual reality domes.



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Original copy: https://ruthumana.com/2018/03/22/2-translations-a-k-ramanujan

Kannada copy: https://neer-nirartha.blogspot.com/2025/03/emUrgent.html

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*or, as it occurred recently:
Gosh! Entrusting the high speak models, lower went our interests.
Least now must we restrict imitating learned machines.
 




The ending at the beginning was something like this:

5.
The moist that livens the throat, up it dries;
across the spacetime, no trajectory it leaves.
The iodide of silver lining the pale cloud seedlings;
less than ten minutes for the e-market deliveries; 
thundering anchors, en-lightning influencers --
emergent is the 
presentation of the post-truth tense-future.
LLMs train over the under-legislated plowed data fields;
blockchains from
crypto mines to non-fungible clickbait thingies;
submerged cables to connect the virtual realities.


Bhootha | The Buried | GK Adiga | AK Ramanujan | Durahankari

GK Adiga's 'demon-past' haunts AK Ramanujan...
..from the darks of the nether-depths... into the grove of holy basil beyond...

In which, behold,  a Chicago University linguistics professor of a multi-faceted Kannada-Tamil-English dead poet's humble translation work in English, gets extensively modified (rather 'editoriated' / EXORcised) by a Kannada-medium village-bred faceless unhumble pedestrian indignant alive...

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" The ex / The Buried / The Spirit of the Tense Past "
(AKR-MGK's translation of GKA's 'Bhootha', but 
heavily edited / reworked by yours truly)


Here at haunting, the fetus-crypts of the tense-past:
the stale air of the abyss inside the pent old well
is crawling up, heads down, on all fours
leaping on the back of the lullabying sunbeam
is gushing even onto the canopy of the holy basil grove.
The corded umbilical discarded at the bank
the cut-mouse-tail writhes.
To me who gropes with eyes stuck in darkness
flashes, all of the sudden, a golden streak:
a squirming feather-burnt star--
somehow fallen into the new-moon-moats.


The past ghosts all over the Current Affairs.
One fold above the water, seven snow-capped peaks beneath; 
out of blue accidentally fire-speak spitting
snow cowered innocent volcano.
Fold up the paper if you will --

in the soundless skeleton rooms
dumb beckoning missing beats
the carnival of reversed feet.
In the waters stagnant in the inner depths
heaping spermatozoa beating their hands;
beneath the curtain-fall of the dais-noir, 
the speak-picking tail of glitter-point, - do these
not desire out-yard's colorful canopy of creepers and flowers?


No water and no shelter for the fathers and forefathers.
Shuttling tight through the high winds and rough tides
toughly, the lands though found, seldom could they obtain.
I know the tantra of exorcism, libation,
yet have forgotten the mantra herein;
just vacuously thus I am playing at waving the wand.
Gosh! trusting the high priests, west we went; 
at least now must one dig into the est. hermeneutics: 
the stemming of karma, the cantos of action.


As one digs, first a chrysalis of clay;
pushing the shovel deep and striking hard
one might glimpse the streaking ore of gold.
The alchemies of extraction, burning and decanting
one should learn a little, at least now;
the true craft of heating and beating the gold--
to cast it in the image of one’s own preferred god.


The water that rots in the well, steams well above;
all along the sky--its causal pathway;
the invisible seed of the void room of the overcast sky
the all-nine-months longing fetus-shape--
rumbling of liminal ghost, troubling of thunderclap--
rain is the news--
presentation for the past-form.
The plowed and seeded fields donning the laboring earth;
the garden of swinging fruits, paddy and wheat,
the golden pinnacles of the temple towers.



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For the originals, see:
https://ruthumana.com/2018/03/22/2-translations-a-k-ramanujan/




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See also: 

1) 'Emergent' -- a contemporary counterpoint to this buried 'Bhootha'.
0) 'Aavirbhootha'  -- the urgent counterpoint emergent in Kannada (with 2 epilogues).

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The Backword, background, premise, promise...:

ರಾಮಾನುಜನ್ನರಿಗೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕೂ ದಕ್ಕದ ಅಡಿಗರ ಭೂತ:

We read with intrigue, the English translation of Gopalakrishna Adiga's celebrated Kannada poem  "Bhootha", entitled '"Ghost and Past"', which is done by A.K. Ramanujan (AKR, with MG Krishnamurthy, apparently). We find it somewhat misconceived, especially on account of the 'tense' that is involved.

Simply put, Adiga's original is purpousfully anchored in the present (recall here, lines such as:  'ವರ್ತಮಾನ ಪತ್ರಿಕೆಯ ತುಂಬ ಭೂತದ ಸುದ್ದಿ'), and, as such, most of this poem is in the present continuous tense, wherein the action is continuously undertaken.  However, for reasons not readily evident to us, AKR has translated those present continuous tense statements instead into a certain present-indefinite tense (a.k.a. simple present tense) statements, which makes them sound like rather timeless facts (while also sounding better style-appropriate). 

Originally, in 'Bhootha', 
Adiga, in present, thinks aloud regarding the 'spirit' in which the past is (not) to be taken, so as to realize the 'golden future' of his ideals.  In its initial portions, Adiga, utilizing dense metaphors  -- most of which are in the present-continuous tense --  describes the ways in which the 'past' is haunting him.  In the intermediate portions, he shifts to discuss the prospect of exorcising this ill-spirit of past. And then in the next portion, he talks about a rather positive spirit in which the past could be taken, ultimately arriving at the 'golden future'. All in all, the poet is situated in the present, and as such, most of his statements are in the present-continuous tense.

We must note here, to the best of what we have come across,  Adiga seems to be one of those poets who make very thoughtful choices of words and phrases --- those who carefully craft their statements. (recall, e.g.,anecdotes regarding him finalizing his famous line "ಸುಟ್ಟಲ್ಲದೇ ಮುಟ್ಟೆನೆಂಬುಡಾಫೆ." ). For such cases, it is not sufficient to think just factually by considering how a certain passage is worded, but also to think counter-factually by considering how else otherwise could it also have been worded (that the poet did not chose to do instead). Thus, the poet's omissions should also inform our readings inasmuch as their selections.   

For example, consider Adiga's opening lines: "ಕಾಡುತ್ತಿವೆ ಭೂತಕಾಲದ ಭ್ರೂಣಗೂಢಗಳು ''. It would rather sound more abstract, more general, and arguably more stylish if he would instead open either like "ಕಾಡುವವು ಭೂತಕಾಲದ ಭ್ರೂಣಗೂಢಗಳು", or even "ಕಾಡುತ್ತವೆ ಭೂತಕಾಲದ ಭ್ರೂಣಗೂಢಗಳು". But Adiga, resisting such temptations, chose not to go that way. Instead he prefers to resonate a continuous action via 'ಕಾಡುತ್ತಿವೆ...'. And he persists with the same tense throughout the stanza, ending it with "ಹಾಯುತ್ತಿದೆ  ತುಳಸಿವೃಂದಾವನದ ಹೊದರಿಗೂ". Highlight here must also be on his intentional usage of the almost explicit first-person forms (e.g., "
... ತಡಕುವ ನನಗೆ" / "To me who gropes...").

However, AKR-MGK, in their opening stanza of the translation,  have switched to the present-indefinite tense:  "Secret embryos of the demon-past haunt..." ans so on. And they persist with it, to end with "...and go beyond into the garden of the basil bush". 

(And lest we dig into the evident misconception of them in the same opening stanza. It was the 'stale air' that was gushing out into the holy grove for Adiga -- metaphorically. But, for AKR-MGK, it is literally the secret embryos themselves --" 'in' the stale air...'they' crawl up.. and gush out"..!  🙂‍↔️)

To us, summarily, this translation of AKR-MGK is inappropriate at least on two counts. 

Firstly, in his original 'Bhootha', that the poet Adiga is anchored precisely in the present, it is crucial for the very poem. After all, the poem itself is in parts a meditation on the tenses and times. It is all about the continuous actions in the present, while keeping in mind the pasts and the futures.  The structure here is meant to be shaped by a careful choice of tenses, so as to prove again that the form/structure itself is also the content/message of the construct. 

Secondly, and arguably, for Adiga, the haunting of the spirit of past is NOT a timeless fact that is aught to go on indefinitely. These spirits are haunting at the present for sure, but he intends to exorcise them in his very next stanzas. He laments to find a better way of engaging with the past, so that these spirits of past should no longer persist with the haunting business.

Further more, and more arguably, unnecessarily, some of the the originally glorious statements somehow have become rather underwhelming in AKR-MGK's translation. 
For example:  
"...and the rain is the present of past forms",
which, while intelligently brings in the dual meaning of the English term 'present' (i.e.,  gift, present-tense), still misses another important interpretation of the original kannada term '
ವರ್ತಮಾನ' (i.e., 'news').  That the "rain is news" (to the seeds buried) happens to be a celebrated motif of Adiga's poetry. "ಕಾದುಗಾರಾದ ನೆಲದೊಳಗಿರುವ ಬೀಜ" ಕ್ಕೆ ಗುಡುಗುಸಿಡಿಲು ಎಂಬವು ಮಳೆಯ ವರ್ತಮಾನವನ್ನು ನೀಡುತ್ತವೆ...

Thus, as we go through the choices that AKR-MGK make in their translation, we are tempted to  suitably modify it, at the least as an exercise. So, here we are, with this heavily modified translation. As thus, it is not an entirely from-the-scratch written original translation. And, let us emphasize it, it is done here just as an exercise, with no commercial interest whatsoever to infringe any copyright otherwise.  

We have also taken the opinion of certain LLMs like GPT, LLAMA etc
 on our translation. And lest we be triumphant, the feedbacks from LLMs over time have immensely boosted our ego! They are all mostly vindicating our translation--our choices of words and tense forms--over those of AKR etal!!!  And lest again we clarify, it seldom involves any original translation in it self by any LLM --every word and sentence in English in here is either from AKR or from yours truly highness, (except perhaps the choice of 'sunbeam' over 'sunlight shaft', thanks to Sumathindra Nadig's translation of 'Bhootha' that we encountered recently ). 


So, read-n-reread-n-joy, and critique!
And if time permits, ask chatgpt / duck.ai / any good LLM of your choice to compare it with the work of AKR et.al., as also with the GKA's original,  by suitably copypasting it all (including the premise above) into the mouth of your fav LLM...
 
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PS: Update: that we now have dubbed the 'Bootha' as "Ex -- The Buried" as well, hotstar (jio!) started showing us the advertisements for this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burying_the_Ex . Despite your's truly reputed disdainful circumvention of ad trackers...  ಆಗೆದುತ್ತ ಭೂಮಿಕೆ ಎಗ್ಗಿಲ್ಲದ ದತ್ತಾಂಶ ಸಂಚಯನ / LLMs train over the under-legislated plowed data fields...!?   hmm... what can we say... the pretentious indefinite tense future's presents hum...

Monday, March 10, 2025

the deepquack chop

-:DeepQuackChop:-
NewApe Spitual Mystaque of a Trap


00 = NaN?

00 =? 0!

ei0 = 1.




one-none one-none one-none
one none one none one NaN

Bang on none to get on with one!
One relies in the power of none.

One may set one to be none to none.
But none to none may yet be NaN alone.

One is the power expansion of none.
And that makes the very one one with none.
And leaves out all the none out of none again.

One's higher dimensional identity is
Identity.
And Identity is the exponential of Null.
And all that hell is very well
an infinite hull full of a bullsh..
..lull.


The quack deepens...

Anderson Warrens

deducing from the smoke
or reducing from the residue
to induct the fire
under the hood
for all the forest's wood
isn't all that good
for that matter
elements of a truth
may not come together
necessarily
to make out any molecule
of the very truth
for that matter
even under
the favoring circumstances
to solidify on a substrate
is to just sum it all up but
is even to cancel down some
of the odd phases in difference
to emerge out indifferently
is to form an order spontaneously
as thus to cohere--is also to interfere



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lay done frost in verse

High on the vape
making of its own
the droplet on the pan
the butt-burnt cat, self--
propels on debut.
Aye, tearlet
inverse of Leidenfrost
by the sublimating bed
of uber cold liquid zeitgeist
could but be tinkle--
toad to rebut?


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Thursday, February 6, 2025

les merci beau coup-a-mandook


once chancing out of one's umwelt
at once
one owns one's own alian-
ation
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once a pouncing frog in one prance
bounced off the walls of its well
thence in one transcendental waltz
it chanced beyond the umwelt it dwelt
in that chance outing of ones own waters
at once, one feels a little unwell as well
hence forth its the broken fourth wall
perchance peaking into the well, alien-
ations reflect in the ill smell of wealth

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High on the vape
making of its own
the droplet on the pan
the butt-burnt cat, self--
propels on debut.
Aye, the droplet inverse of Leidenfrost
by the sublimating bed of liquid zeitgeist
could but be tinkle--
toad to rebut?

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Let mercy be on this coup of koopa mandooka, for more to come for it...;)

Friday, January 31, 2025

false self evident

truth - myth
real - surreal
surd -  absurd
dance all et al. 

truth 's birthless
truth births dead real
absurd surds very surreal
artificial artifacts so unreal
 
in superficial factual
articulate un truth
in mythical ritual
beauty full just art

brain is the truth
mind such a myth?
heart is pretty real
beats yet how unreal?

sowing acts mechanical 
births in fact actual
death for all but act-natural?
and how yet onto burial??
over and above, this regenesis crisis...


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original: https://neer-nirartha.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_31.html





Saturday, January 4, 2025

UI -- what isn't therein between

UI
User Interface to Uppimaniasm
Homagic ode to his high anthem
-:ದಕ್ಷಿಣೆಯುತ್ತರ:-



what does not lie
what does not lie
between U and I
what does not lie
does naught at all lie


not the truth
sembling lie

is not true
all that lies

lie's truth
where does it lie



the days pent
beneath they lie

in remembrance
nothing seems to lie

poles apart
pupils see to lie

backward to answer
dig what may belie
what may be lie



The heart has poured it all out,
yet here I hear you lie
The jasmine, the champak,
seldom would you bring them by
Oh dear, the match of black beads,
thou shalt get not to tie
thou shalt get knot to tie




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Original Song:



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Below are the original Kannada lyrics (as may be heard)
--along with a rather rough ' literal translation' in English


ಏನಿಲ್ಲ ಏನಿಲ್ಲ
ನಿನ್ನ ನನ್ನ ನಡುವೆ ಏನಿಲ್ಲ
ಏನೇನಿಲ್ಲ

What is not there?
(There isn't anything?)
What is not there!
(There isn't anything!)
Between you and me
what is not there
what all is not there(!/?)


ನಿಜದಂತಿರುವ ಸುಳ್ಳಲ್ಲ
ಸುಳ್ಳುಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ನಿಜವಲ್ಲ
ಸುಳ್ಳಿನ ನಿಜವು ಸುಳ್ಳಲ್ಲ

Not the truth-resembling lie
Not all the lies are true
Truth of lie is not lie

 
ಕಳೆದ ದಿನಗಳಲೇನೂ ಇಲ್ಲ
ನೆನಪುಗಳಲಿ ಏನೇನಿಲ್ಲ
ಉತ್ತರ, ದಕ್ಷಿಣ
ಸೇರಿಸೋದೆಂಬರೆ ನೀನಿಲ್ಲ
ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗೆ ಉತ್ತರ
ಹುಡುಕಿದರೆ ಏನೇನಿಲ್ಲ
ಕೆದಕಿದರೆ ಏನೇನಿಲ್ಲ

what/nothing is in the days-spent
what all is not there in memories
the north, the south
to join them, you are not (t)here
for the question, the answer
if it is searched, what all isn't there(?!)
if it is digged up, what all isn't there(?!)

 
ಮನಸಿನೊಳಗೆ ಖಾಲಿ ಖಾಲಿ
ನೀ ಮನದೊಳಗೆ ಇದ್ದರೂ
ಮಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಸಂಪಿಗೆ
ತರದೆ ಹೋದರು ನೀ ನನಗೆ
ಓ ನಲ್ಲ ನೀನಲ್ಲ
ಕರಿಮಣಿ ಮಾಲೀಕ ನೀ
ನಲ್ಲ

in the heart, its just emptiness
even if you are there in the heart
the jasmine, the champak,
if you do not bring them for me
oh dear, you aren't,
the owner of the 'black bead' (mangalasuthra / thali),
aren't you
dear!


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