The Information

The Information: A History, a Theory, a FloodThe Information: A History, a Theory, a Flood by James Gleick

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

A concise summary of a vast subject. James Gleick’s coverage of symbolism is an apt, strong theme throughout. The summary of the scientific viewpoint also covers well the current confusion about the fundamentality of Information, the bit, the byte, 4 dimensionsal digital reality, on or off? – the biter bit!

Finally, Wikipedia gets due coverage for being perhaps the greatest real social democratic project on the planet, warts and all mirror of the human condition:

Image result for a universe inside usStars the bit players
Cast a universe in mind
Art thou creator?

We inhabit a matrix of digital information
We make of it what we will
Consciousness just another production
Of the director over the hill

Just in the mind?
It is just, it is justice, no shame
What a magnificent thing to find
A universe inside us

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Riposte

chauvet cave-stags
cave paintings, chauvet

I’m not religious in any accepted sense
I cannot paraphrase the universe
But yours is the crudest interpretation
I’ve come across for something that persists
As long as humanity
And has changed it and you and me irrevocably

You charge it with man’s folly?
Its own state and purpose,
Its raison d’etre!

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Norm’s Place

wastland2Why do you hear no, smell no, see no evil?
How does it feel, what is that taste?
Why so loathe to foot your own bill?
Why are your things all turning to waste?

Why so much time spent in the car?
Why pay the forces to police such a state?
Why are the answers all at the bar?
Why do we always turn up so late?

Where are our parents, are they at home?
Where are our children, how have they learned?
How much are we paying to feel in the zone?
Just look out the window at what we have earned.

Humanity, where are you, who are you, what is your fate?
Above all, why is there a beggar down at the gate?
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The Word

bird-wall

Out of the dissolute body came the word
Winging its way, winging its way to where
Out of the past a reptilian bird
Where do they go and what can they bear
Why do they whistle, what is their ware
Just to make sense of sun, moon and star
To capture a heart and move it fair?
Out of this nought a first protozoa

Love reformed grace
At the pace of the tortoise, a hare
From the soiled body, into the solid body
Appearance and shapes to spare

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Heaven on the A14

a14
and a Big breakfast that goes a long way

Caravan, caravan I hear you calling
Through the hissing of hot tarmac
The sun broke through to enlighten this scene
Of sausage, black pudding, bacon and beans
From a lovely fat lady in greasy jeans
All lipstick, ‘hello love’, and ‘ketchup on that?’
Steamed up windows and a world racing by
Whoosh whoosh, whoosh caravan’s rocking, and so am I

Here comes my tea in a cracked cup
Slopping all over as I slurp it up
Here’s a big trucker bursting a button
All eyes averted from his builder’s bottom
Finds himself a seat, the lady has seen
Asks for his breakfast without any beans
The windows steamed up and the world racing bye
Slow, slow food fit for a king and his queen

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, caravan rocking a rock-a-bye-bye
Sing their little bit of heaven on the A14

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Hubris

has it ever occurred to you
that you’re held in contempt
because you are contemptible?

You  Ozymandias have declared yourself

outside the realm of normal men

you who had greatness thrust down at you

they the bearers of your good estate

outside the realm of normal doubts or cares

they who were deprived by your gain

they who are now  deceived by lack of wit

they who are not revolting as you declare

but, supportive of your myth, they do not dare
but be submissive, contrive to leave you as Percy said
Buried, all together, just as dead
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