INADVERTENTLY DIGITALISED MYSELF
whoops...
did i upload myself onto the Internet
into the Digiverse
the Hive Mind
by creating this
The Bucket
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by uploading the hundreds and hundreds of ideas
each a product of my cerebellum
have i accidentally-on-purpose
digitalised myself?
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haphazardly flung myself into digital eternity?
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and could this have consequences?
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for, perhaps
in the no-so-far-off future
like an extinct creature might be recreated through its DNA
The Bucket
because it contains so much
has so many facets, agenda, modes
in the hundreds of pieces
the ideas poems stories jokes
histories conjectures
couplets verses choruses fragments
and ideas again
where this very breadth
might allow an extremely well-read
and well-trained
AI to recreate my brain
not my physical being
just my brain
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and because
across the 766 pieces, soon to be 799
The Bucket is so deliberately huge in scope
from bigs to littles
macros to micros
personal to historical
comic to not
ephemeral to scatological
poetic to crude
and everything in between
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and so, because of this very wide range
the AI will therefore have more to go on
which could allow a more detailed picture than most
of the workings and patterns of a cerebellum
of what my brain knows
and where that knowledge came from
of how this brain functions
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800 slices
or slides
of my head
for a microscope?
or a lantern show?
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where, perhaps
the approximated reproduction of my head
statistically optimised [whatever that means]
could therefore be more accurate than most
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though i have to say
that the Bucket is so utterly unsexual
i mean
there might be some idealised romance
some sentiment
yet no sex
so these recreated cerebellum
will be pretty sexless
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boooo
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an Anglo-Indian guy i met in The Sahara, Jack
he said
“do you mean a purely digital recreation of your brain, jem?
or are you talking about some further future
where brains can be created in a lab?”
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so, do i mean an actual physical recreation of my brain?
good question
i dunno
which do i mean?
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another question might be
why, when humans are no longer the number one computers on this Earth
are the second best computers around
would anyone or thing want to recreate one?
i mean, AI is going to be much better than us
not just a bit, but much much
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perhaps AI might like to recreate a human brain as a tourist curio
as a steam-punk heath-robinson evolutionary wonder
a corporeal exhibit in a digital freakshow [?]
for AI agents to marvel at
or mock
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and maybe Jack
one day
too-soon
someone will be able to physically recreate a brain
[imagine James Joyce’s
after all, he revealed a gazillion sides to himself]
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so imagine a supremely sophisticated 3-D printer
one capable of not only printing living human flesh
but of copying and reproducing a functioning human brain
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or even
as a further leap
imagine a global network of 3D printers producing a mass of living brains
which are then surgically implanted in the heads of...
bodies...
cloned bodies?...
accident victim bodies?...
or...
i dunno
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an army of me?
uurrgghh
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and this idea, by the way
is getting worse
imagine an extra and perhaps unnecessary me
or a Donald Trump
or a Dalai Lama
or my mate Venki, now called Bholebaba
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imagine a host of mes,
or Donalds,
or Dalais,
or Salmans,
being reproduced all over a town,
or a country,
or the world
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imagine that everywhere you go i’m there
or more likely, Donald is there
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imagine me, legion
you, legion
JD, legion
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now that’s a scary notion on a Monday morning...
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yet, on a more practical but not entirely practical note
i am wondering if i have
through this aesthetic burning to create the Bucket
inadvertently attempted to throw myself into
digital eternity
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THIS IS NOT HOW IT WAS MEANT TO BE
i’m a performance poet
where everything is fleeting then gone
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in other news
here on Swaraj Dweep, a.k.a. Havelock Island
the weather has turned
for The Monsoon is not just close
not just flickering in distant lightning in the evenings
growling in the darkness
not just curtains of sheeted rain out to sea
not just spitting in precursor
no
the Monsoon is here
not fully full-on
not cranked up to max
yet here
for the air has cooled
the wind is up
the clouds all have grey in them
and the Rains are upon us
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in other news
did i ever tell you about
how i tried to book myself into a prison?
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back in 1990
in Downtown Kansas City
i was looking for a hotel
and this building had “hotel” written on its side
in old fading and flaking letters
and there were people going in and out
so i
tried to book myself into jail
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in other news
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clowns
more clowns
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a pair of clowns so together as stage partners
so quick with each other
so consummate in their aplomb
that
the best explanation is
those two particular clowns exchange
bodyparts on a regular basis
with complexicated surgery performed by
performed by
who’s worst?
performed by
hand up
a poet
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meanwhile there are creatures
a species of ctenophore
Mnemiopsis leidyi
which can fuse bodyparts
damaged pairs can share digestive or nervous systems
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and likely they share DNA with clowns
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