Thursday, October 4, 2012

an alternating impulse

If another android
calls you a robot
does it hurt you more,
or is it less?

Monday, August 13, 2012


Somedays it is hard.

But always it is like breathing
Like a heartbeat
Effortless. Needed. An inevitability
Of life. Of physics
Constant gravity. Tides pulled
By lunar astronomy

An ever presence that is so
Natural to being that
On the good days we forget
But for deep inhaling
Of casual joy. Of knowing.

On bad days, though, we suck in
Of fear that we would suffocate
That we would drown
Lungs spasm. Blood and heart
And thence brain deoxygenated
Without it.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Hand-Crank Paper

Don't ask me to speak aloud.
There are switches to
Fill in blanks
In cadence
Imprecise and chopped together
From your scraps.

Double time my interpretation into
Auditory stimulation of
Communication centers
Beyond the inherent
Protocol for the duration of
The mechanism.

(music boxes cranked fast
Distort tunes
Throw off gears
And break springs. )

Monday, July 2, 2012

I need no words

I need no words
To fly
To scream or to
Let you know yes
To communicate
Create build love empower.

Words are only involved
Because you would call me
Deny my oppression as real
And yeah this is bending
Into it but

You never would learn
Without your own
Supports and adaptations.

Maybe your over dependance
Is your own damn
Limit of "vision."


Written in response to "typical" language processing privilege by otherwise awesome community storytellers, Allied Media Conference in Detroit, June 29th, 2012

Thursday, March 22, 2012

I wish that I could stop
comparing to you.
But every time I do
it seems I'm through being me
and I don't want to disagree on this one
I feel the world as it-- slips away.

One thousand one goals
fill up the glass
overturned on tables
as strangers pass going nowhere
real real fast to leave me here on my knees.
And I can't find the words to say -- please.

Last night I baked bread
with your soy sauce
offering to being unlost
But you just slipped past with my tears.
the last thing he remembers is my fears, dear,
And I don't have the pride to call you-- back.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Echoed at 3 and 24

My niece has been
echoing and copying
everything lately. She copies
words from
upset teens on TV-
"My life, my family no
one cares about my life!"-
when she is
upset and
Bounces across the room
in joy joy joy
with words from
Lilo and Stitch on her lips.

But she's 3, and
so it's normal for her
at that age to echo
echo echo echo

I can't find the words
to say everything and
so I send her, him copied words
of my self
doubt- "Fast as You Can
run free yourself from me"-
and cite, cite, recite the words
from songs
saying I
Love "Something", "I Want
You, you so bad"
bubbling the beatles and
Fiona and Adele and raging

Rise Against As I
"Pulled on these
bootstraps so hard
that they broke." at
24, it's a pathology.


Written in Response to Julia's blog post, Metaphors Are Important: An Ethnography Of Robotics, as a comment. The following songs are echo'd in this: Fast As You Can by Fiona Apple; Something and I Want You (She's So Heavy) by the Beatles; Disparity By Design by Rise against. Links are to Youtube videos with the lyrics on screen.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012


Want and I
know each other intimately
as two lovers.

The days of my childhood
are familiar to her tangles
As the desperation that
melts together hunger and lust
the need of both desire
and survival in a tango of
all the things we'd wished
we had forgotten.

If only Want
was as easy to divorce
as a spouse.

If I could just split down
the middle the cold and
fear and the Heat and joy
that we've shared in the years
of our youth, our pursuit
sometimes foolish and
yet sometimes more of the
order of endurance.

Without her-
Want- there'd be no need
to endure.

I could fade away without
the regrets of giving away
dreams, or the gloom of
hopeless inevitability. I
Know her as a lover in
Sadness and in Dawning
the passion of ambition
and the terror of his words.

(I can't help but
think without her, his words
would have slipped

Aside as water
on oil instead of scarring to
find me wanting.)