Open Call
This is an open call for algorithmic saviors, transcendent programmers constructing poetry in code
OPEN CALL (written two ways)
for algorithmic saviors transcendent programmers | constructing poetry in code |
benevolent bots | translating whale song | soldered into micro-chipped ear-cuffs
| a call for the collaborative director in our dreams to whisper in our outer lobe
| the code is for everything | generic | for everyone | not the American dream | the ghost dream | it’s a dream to bless the feeds | of all nations |make them green | seed remembrance of the dream | where we meet disguised | as other | dine together |
able to re-install inborn recognition to a waking state | and uninstall dollar-tied-tongues | unseat unwise | de-weaponize
Because we've been ghosted by America
And surely any god
Blesses all nations
And nations are but people ladling soup under roofs or walking
over hidden graves to attend a wedding. Remember Dream Catchers, feathers
filtering code of REM twitched dreams
Creation continues after falling into collaborative trust with the cinematic director filming behind our curtained sleep.
“walking / over hidden graves to attend a wedding” and everything else here is evocative and splendid. I stopped counting at eleven, but saw enough to be enthralled
Intense. Excellent