#technopoem

[shroomracoon]

Seelenficker/ Soulfucker

Seelenficker

I have always thought to myself,

If I take drugs, then they can fuck my body.

Then they could do with me what they want.

But in those moments,

when the drugs stop working,

I realised that they were also fucking my soul

Somehow, every time I take the drugs,

everything is horrible and heavenly at the same time.

I feel better on drugs than usual.

It would be nice if the world wasn’t the way it is.

It would be nice if you could close your eyes and

wish for something very hard, and it comes true.

I feel better on drugs than usual.

But in those moments,

when the drugs stop working,

I realised that they were also fucking my soul

There, where other people have the idea of love,

In me, there is a black hole. And this hole is getting fucked.

The drugs from above, the life from below.

It would be nice if the world wasn’t the way it is.

It would be nice if you could close your eyes and

wish for something very hard, and it comes true.

Crystals, sharp-edged crystals,  press through my veins.

It feels like the drugs are cutting me up inside

And when I stop using.

They’ll shred me to pieces.

I have always thought to myself,

If I take drugs, then they can fuck my body.

Then they could do with me what they want.

But in those moments,

when the drugs stop working,

I realise that they are also fucking my soul

Seelenficker

Seelenficker

This is a modified translation of the lyrics from the song Seelenficker by Klatschkind  

[technopoems]

Whirling

Whirling is a more proper form of time Spiral is more suitable to our movement

[theempathyofthegoldenone]

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#Repost @ida_jj with @repostapp ・・・ Teaser for the newly released #technopoem 'Big' which I did with the talented @kafayatquadri. Listen and download it here, it's free!: (https://soundcloud.com/kafayatquadri/big-feat-ida-johan) and let us know what you think! #notyourusuallecturer #musicandpoetry #poetrydigestionhouse #poetry #poems #Malaysia #Nigeria

[spamzineglasgow]

(SPAM Cuts) KICKING THE KAOS PAD - ENTERING INTO THE TECHNO-CHEMICAL DISORDER OF AGF-POEMPRODUCER

This week’s SPAM Cut features Max Parnell, looking at the transhumanist intimacies and techno aesthetics of self-proclaimed bass poetess, AFG Poemproducer’s new printed printed collection, Poemproducer, available now via paranoia publishing. 

writing in the electronic age. if emotions have cycles. some salmiakki pattern. i am gathering thoughts from every corner of this electronic planet.

> Antye Greie, stage name AFG Poemproducer, is an e-poetess, writer, curator, musician and performance artist known for her deconstruction of language through digital technology. Off the page, she converts her poetry into electronic music, digital media and sound installations in auditoriums, museums and theatres.

> Her first printed collection Poemproducer, published by paranoia publishing group ltd., includes 30 of her poems selected from her poem-newsletter, each one being randomly translated into one of five languages.

> Throughout these poems, there's a sort of anxiousness that permeates the chopped up, fragmented sentence structure, mirroring the glitchy, jolting style of AGF's music that wavers between rhythmic and arrhythmic. As readers, we're frequently fed assertions that dart at us as if from paranoid eyes;

terrorists can attack / security tends to be reactive terrorism is gang war / personal war / trapped

> It seems almost necessary to read these poems at a fast tempo, whereby we experience these warning words like flashes of a strobe light. Yet this anxious tone isn't consistently one of paranoia. On the contrary, the texts can be anxiously playful in their examination of what writing actually consists of:

I am enjoying the dance / authorship is not a feeling / it is work / revealing patterns / rhythms of people / the visible and audible / text is live / collected in / real time rooms / the ebb and flow of soundscapes

These examinatory passages crop up throughout the collection, often in the form of existential questions planted amongst the technological stream-of-consciousness flow. There's a sense of falling with each poem, of careering down the page, stumbling on every short burst of words that run into the next assertion. The narrative voice, often wavering between machine-like and personal, frequently addresses the reader, questioning 'what are we doing? / do we mean what we are / and are what we mean?' These unanswered questions work to help us make sense of the chaotic, obfuscating language breakdowns that characterise this collection.

> Perhaps the opening of 18, 'Subject: no harm can fall', most neatly encapsulates what it is like to read this collection:

you are now / entering the body of words / electrical dadada strict codes cracked by / bending borders --->

It is here we enter this 'fragile state', one in which the borders between human and machine start to cross over, echoing the transhumanist rhetoric of 'human but perfected', articulated in the prosthetic metaphor of 'the body: a space-helicopter'. Poem 22 illustrates this flirtation with the cyborg, asking us 'isn't breathing techno? / are we just recreating heartbeat? / looking for extended battery life?' As transhumanists look to loosen the borders between homo sapiens and technology, Poemproducer's overtly technological style bends the boundaries between automated speech and narrative voice. Throughout the collection, there's a sense of being intimately addressed, of being present in the poems with the author. Yet the playfulness comes in the subtle AI shades that permeate the speaker's tone, presenting AGF's notion of language as coding, as seen in 'Subject:mmmmmmmm', a poem consisting of single letters, symbols and numbers.  

> Nowhere does this merging of voice stand out more than in the small personal-yet-not-personal closing remarks that end almost every poem in the collection. These vary from the formal, 'with respect / yours AGF', to the warming 'with love from the woods / yours poetess' and even personal 'my dearest, i wish you an upmost powerful 2010!' The tone of the closing remarks fluctuates between impersonal computer automation and intimate speaker-listener interaction, perhaps an accurate way to describe the collection as a whole.

~

Text: Max Parnell

[infoalien]

8 tracks // TECHNOGIPSY// by Turbolover

[louisahhh]

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#WLVS X #technopoem collab preview #1 // road test (at Nantes, France)

[theempathyofthegoldenone]

Just one of those days. They are not many. Have you listened to #takeitslow by #kafayatquadri on #soundcloud? That's what's up now. Don't be left behind. It's my new single. #Lagos #Nigeria #poetry #spokensoul #lovepoem #technopoem

[theempathyofthegoldenone]

About 2 years ago, @bydhiyanah gave me the rare privilege of composing music to one of her poems. This is the finished work. It is one of the works that would be on the #Technopoems collection. Two tracks were released last year with #WendyLoh and #IdaJohan. I'm grateful to you guys. The tracks can be found on #itunes #Spotify and #googleplay as well. Take Aim Away From them #takeaimawayfromthem and the music behind it is tilted Bras in Alternate Universe. Photo Credit: @rubimahes #poetry #alternative #music #techno #poems (at Lagos, Nigeria)

[infoalien]

ESPERANZA MACARENA

turbolover // NEW TRACK

beneffits for fight against the cancer

[technopoems]

The final

The feeling the end is coming Expecting dissolution Cut of time Fall Afterglow All supposed to be unknown Outside of this sphere

[technopoems]

Pre

I want to enter her brain, capturing a pre-emerging rhythm, an un-formed aggregate, an embryo of pleasure, the sense untranslated

[technopoems]

Mono-Multi

Knocking down the wall Cracking the eggs It’s possible to Get out of the shell While being embraced

Civilization meets extraterrestrial beings The alert, laughter, roar are from One with many facets

[technopoems]

Raw Vision

Let our vision melt As trains go through the Centre Texts on billboards become a single flow The crack in the street will be paved by Gold So let Green grows As it covers the entire ground Seamlessly Let our mouth shut up Let our Void unfilled And let our body sink Into this nameless liquid Which is made out of Our colours Undividable contour

[technopoems]

Neuter

Purpose is forgotten, or completely blank We take off, before anything begins rushed by this assertive voice Where are we directed to? There is an orientation and a place but neither can we name it nor call it an end because there is no such thing as distance Only one thing is certain There is a flow, a pure movement

[technopoems]

Vessel

I wish I had dropped the power of articulation Even of murmurs Not many of poetic forms are effective either I rather find myself in the sparse of language, the disconnection That is to reserve the abundance And even to pour the liquid into the reservoir of the possible Is the time preserved? Are you filled with something else or nothing? Darkness is being an ultimate comfort Nothing is foreseen Nothing is forgotten

[theempathyofthegoldenone]

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#takeitslow it’s #february The month of my birth. I celebrate through out this month. It is my birthday everyday in February so no excuses. Meanwhile, this track is also scheduled to be released on the #technopoem #poetryalbum. Listen to the full track on my #YouTube channel and also on #Spotify and #applemusic #kafayatquadri #technopoetry