You might call it sunlight but Its Just Curated Content.

Blockchain my heart

Cross eyed crow

One on this world

One eye on the next

I remember one eye

... Tween the living and the dead

You can put a price on life and a price on death

In the blockchain

you might call it sunlight,

But it's just curated content.

keywords: 

Exchange, Utopia, Smart Contracts, Ceremony, Potlatch, Cash Economy, Gift Economy, Tokens, Gifts, Byzantine Generals, etc..

Others

Fear and compassion,
ghosts and the living,
it's our living we're worried about,

We can't have more living without space to bury our dead,
We can't have others to us,
When the impecuniosity of our governments,
and the grab of our intellectuals tells us our debts are imaginary,
we forget how to give and how to live;
the worst state of fearfulness and now we are alone...

But what is trust anyway?
Where does it come from?
How is it made and
where does it travel to?

Pro Forma Corporate Poetry (PFCP)

Source, define and license: model value
and understand the importance of intellectual capital
Are your milestones and deliverables valid
or do you sometimes feel the nip of Scope Creep?

Here, at - insert as required - we pride ourselves on
- insert as required - and offer you a full and comprehensive
- insert as required - with over 650 branches worldwide,
Only - insert has required - has the insert as required -

to - Insert as required.

Small Print, Terms and Conditions,  Value added.
Assets fully transferrable Universal Basic Income
International socialism and new technology
Opthalmology, golf courses, local authority nodes.

Charge

Somewhere in between the papers and kids drawings and the wormery that had taken hold in the shed
A thought arrives turning into a sensation in the gut which is unusually new and unrecogniasable
You interpret it as some amalgam of previous sensations around an emotional algorythm for sanity,
Making it recognisable is the only way to cope with the cacophony of slash n burn echoes from then.

The two generals problem in your mind is nothing  different to out and out war - with bayonets fixed.

BlockChain My Heart ( All you gotta do is set me free)

The Truth Is Out there For Everyone To See!

If all of the “blockchain technology” hype has one thing in common, it’s the idea that a computer application, which creates some useful result for its users, can be run simultaneously on many computers around the world rather than on just one central server, and that the network of computers can work together to run the application in a way that avoids trusting the honesty or integrity of any one computer or its administrators

It would have been ridiculous to ask ‘who owns the English language?’ But now we ask ‘who owns the code’? Now, language is something which creates and destroys stuff… Language builds. Language is, in a seemingly benign way, more than just a mode of written and aural communication or a talismanic tool of incantation - poetry and art at it’s best - language is life in the making. More than ever it is a code - as it always was. Those who would have language as an ‘open source tool’ - and artists are central here - need to fight for it and it’s emerging secrets… more than ever.

If, with a globally accessible, publicly declared distributed ledger, the era of person to person, business to business faith and trust based transactions are replaced by verifiable networked, peer to peer trustlessness - What does this mean for Business, the public sector and society at large?

The conversation about what really is ‘public’ and what really is ‘private’ just got 20 degrees hotter!

The future conversation becomes about what should be on public and private ledgers, for whose benefit such ledgers should be used (given that each of the infinite single entries making the ‘blocks’ can contain smart contracts with anything from currency to royalties to tax revenues attached) and by whom?

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This dystopian/utopian future (depending on who's looking) is close to being here already.

What will Blockchain mean for the secrets of the heart? Well, nothing. Which is kind of re-assuring. Except that, in this bright future, the secrets of the heart might also mean less than they did as well....

Certain Folk

There are certain folk who, in their best intentions, forget to notice what they do
They notice the actions of everyone else and they like to make comments and opinion known;
what other folk do for a living, what they think and say, who they think it about and say it to
their often as like, lack of education, the paucity of their arguments and the sallow tone of their skin
which has, no doubt, like their inner selves been fed on food which has been so-judged as inadequate

The Certain Folk are also adept at helping the sallow folk at correcting their words, actions, opinions and diets - so that they might be able to include them in the world they have reserved for themselves.
To provide this help, they put bids in to the National Lottery and over-fill their boots with trickle-down kindnesses which lickety -spill over when times are good but do, at least keep some people warm in harsher climes.

So, not all bad.

New Romance

It was kind of awkward
being friendly unknowns
and walking in mud flats
and talking of dogs

I thought maybe I could like dogs
after I noticed your legs
but I wasn't so sure about
the tendency towards old problems

I thought: 'Physician - heal thyself'
In non sympathetic ways
which have often been a downfall
when talking to birds of praise

You, to be fair, hadn't dated for seven long years
and somewhere between that fact and those legs
the mud, the dogs, the old troubles and my curmudgeon,
I thought: " Oh fuck it, why not?..."

then I get ahead of myself: remember explaining to do
I could live and write un-vetted before I'd met you
(with your legs) I could even have - friends
and dance at parties. These things are

Joy and Confidence. I wouldn't hide them from you
or anyone else after they'd been so cruelly
erased from view ( I know coz `I saw them on TV)

Her name was Cleo and she walked across the mud.
And when she shined she really showed you all she could

Two of a billion stars,
She meant that much to me.

You Manage My Content.. ('who the fuck is Annie?')

like you filled up my senses;
like a sleepy blue ocean,
like a walk in the rain

you shared me on Facebook,

like a mountain in springtime
like a night in the forest,
let me give my life to you,
like a storm in the desert,

you manage my content,

Upload me again.

eg...

An example of a Terza Rima Poem

Spring

(A) New life begins to spring to life in spring
(B) Green shoots appear in the April showers
(A) Birds migrate back home and rest tired wings

(B) Summer brings green fields full of bright flowers
(C) Paddling pools and ice creams all around
(B) The sun shines fiercely with all its powers

(C) Autumn sends leaves tumbling to the ground
(D) The sun sinks lower leaving longer nights
(C) Conkers and acorns waiting to be found

(D) Winter is a time for Halloween frights
(E) Snow on the ground and Jack Frost's ache
(D) Celebrations filled with festive delights

(E) As winter ends the new year starts to make
(E) New life begins to spring to life and awake.

Next Week: Nymphs and Matching The Hatch

Also:
Masks from Gourds
Squash Brooches
Many vital resources for natural jewry (sic)
Silversmithing on the cheap
and.. Real Fish Ear - Rings.

Square blues and stout reds surrounded the old estate

She said 'let's have 'dejeuner sur l'herbe verte'
I said 'but haven't you come off Facebook?'
"oui Monsieur, mais, Je pense..':
 It's possible to get lost among
The square blues and stout reds that surround the old estate'.

In the cemeteries of Arras and Somme the birds sing more
now than then. Adele breaks Grammy for Beyonce:
'that Lemonade album was amazing'. All things sit equally
and side by side in the peer to peer world where desire
gets manufactured according to no-one's standards.

Bring out old Dan's records and sow the seeds of love
La La land has swept the floor, Lady Ga Ga and Metallica
But the posthumous best went to Bowie as Al Jarreau dies too
Facebook pays it's tributes: Unrivalled improvising genii
Who we'd admit, when I were a lad, we forgot - or never knew.

Gifts

One must be a friend To one’s friend,
And give present for present;
One must have Laughter for laughter
And sorrow for lies

TalkFace

We are interesting
We are attractive
We are objects of desire
We hold a great deal of interest for the general public
Thousands of artists are opening their doors
and thousands of people come pouring in

Lust and liquor taco Tuesday's

Sign writing

Birdcage love

Fish, chips and sausages

Barry alan and bojangles

Small pink rabbits pushing wheelbarrows

The reason my second marriage came to an end was because I liked to open the doors
But my second wife and children weren't so keen
Jim Eade gifted his collection to Cambridge University
and they refused it.
Kettles Yard is special.
Filling a big building with art as a live work space is

Lust and liquor taco Tuesday's

Sign writing

Birdcage love

Fish, chips and sausages

Barry alan and bojangles

Small pink rabbits pushing wheelbarrows

Potentially good as a new route to market...
But not everyone wants to live in a barn or a cathedral..
Ballroom dancing is very popular in China
"Oh no it isn't" say the Chinese ladies.
Still, better in the cellar than in the Concert Hall...
Explore public receptiveness
Bringing about awareness: Be more pro-sctive

Inbox

Stories like hail you gave me
Straight from the eye of a storm
Everything that was said was said
straight from death it was borne

and mostly by listeners intent
on hearing and grounding support
Verbosely and missing his men
The General's and Gangstas report

was filed.

Back Once Again

Back to the bar with the pre cum emmissarry

B`4 damages and ill behaviour

Back from the bar with the pre cum emmissarry

back once again the ill behaviour

Happy Frictionless Borders

Happy Friction
Happy Borders
Frictionless Borders
Frictionless Happiness
Borderless Friction
Borderless Happiness

That's it.

Potential Comedy Notes: What's In A Name?

Norfolk dialect comes with some really interesting turns of phrase. A lot of stuff I'd never heard before I came here. the Nimmo Twins have made a healthy living (allbeit limited geographically) out of it. It got me thinking about some of those phrases that you only hear in Norfolk. Like this one: " Oh, she's very near hearted..." I kind of wondered what that meant for a while, then forgot about it and then it was said to me the other day and I kind of got what it was... I mean for fuck sake - your hearts here - in your chest - y know? It's a way of describing someone who's maybe not generous with their emotions; who can't see far beyond their own needs and motivations, kind of selfish, maybe a bit child-like...  Then that got me thinking about all the possible conversations which could have taken place in Norfolk, over the years - you know, around those kind of misunderstandings about language..

Like this one - between Pocohontas and her husband: I was imagining her coming home to him after a day doing whatever American Indian 'Princesses' used to do in C17 Norfolk and saying: "John- o (for that was his name) That bloke at the shop called me near hearted. Why he call me that?" Her husband, I imagine, would reply with something along the lines of: "Listen Poke, don't take it to heart, 'it's just a Norfolk expression. He didn't mean anything by it" Good, re-assuring husband work - yeah?.. But Pocohontas isn't put off: " .. but he say: 'you near hearted' like him no like". So I say: "who near hearted? and him just look at me - and then I say 'who far-hearted?" and him just laugh at me Johno... and then everyone else laugh at me... You no like people from the plains in Norfolk..  Why they all laughing at Pocohontas?

"We're all from the plains in Norfolk Poke - don't worry about it",  offers John-o, still doing the re-assurande thing.. But then, despite his best intentions, a little chuckle escapes his lips. Poke picks it up straight away:  All her Indian rage is summoned and she let's rip at John-O:

"John-O (for that is his name) Now You laugh at Pocohantas. (she's enraged all over agian and storming out:) YOU far hearted and that nasty man in the shop far hearted and everyone in this stinking country far hearted. Everyone Far Hearted!" The poor woman - imagine - incandescent with rage...

And John-O, bless him, what could he do? - laughing himself into an early divorce.... Oh Norfolk.

Could well of happened. Almost certain....

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Ah well, what else to satirise: Politics?...

'Melania Trump', pause: 'Melania Trump' (pause) 'Melania Trump' (until someone laughs -) SEE!

.. there's no need to go any further is there. What's in a name? Melania Trump... Oh dear, .. Seriously though. Melania Trump: 'Sheffield Ski Village' , Cultural Regeneration In Corby, etc etc.. Oxymorons - i think thats what they're called...

(two volunteers to re-create the first meeting of Melania and Donald... props - blond wig and stuffed cat... )

I see she's locked into a legal battle with the Daily Mail, Melania... They've said she was a high class call girl and had a total nervous breakdown and she says she didn't...  Surely she could have had the foresight to see the potential benefit to the hubster in the headlines: "Malignant narcissist turned president of United States saves poor Slovenian immigrant from poverty and total mental breakdown"... What's not to like in that?..

Melania Trump... Who far hearted?

It'd all be better if Pocohontas was first lady - 'Donald - Who Far hearted?"...

Anyway... what's in a name? Donald... Melania... Melania Trump, Melania far-hearted... Whatever.

UKIP

I’ve thought of a name for a new political party. It’s called UKIP. The United Kingdom Integration Party.

Manifesto:

PRO-European; Pro-Hard-Working Families who Want To Get On; Pro a benefits, health and pension system for those who contribute to it. Pro good old fashioned working class values. Pro labour! Pro a pint in a good old fashioned european cafe. etc

ANTI-Fascism, Corporatism, Histrionic and delusional nostalgism for a past that never existed anyway and especially anti all those fat, over indulged, loud and lazy English ethnics who keep unemployment rates up, contribute nothing to OUR benefits, health and pension schemes and drive obscenely expensive cars under the motability scheme. etc

Vote UKIP.

Time's Arrow (Cupid Stunt)

The bracket to this story is just a speedline - it can be erased...
It's dangerous starting to think in words again after they've caused such damage.
Hard to imagine where they might lead this time: Maybe into a field full of hippies
you try to convince to take on the president of the United States. But the states are divided
and so, though they wouldn't want to admit it in the literature or poetry tents - are the hippies.

The prospect of getting a dog has been mooted: A sullen conviction to some unconditional love
It's good to take something back. The kids are planning to live together somewhere else - maybe.
It's also something to have handled the passage of two lives into a diminishing world even joylessly
Now Joy is on the bird bench, the clothes shelf and in other barely external places - no more vicarious

I have my Romanian cleaning consultant confident of her status for now and proud of me for folding:
We use the Marie Kondo method, while everything else is her patented approach to soul-cleansing
Malaysian co-writer has sent me recipes for Malaysian breakfasts of coconut noodles n' peanuts
Joy aims small arrows and you have to try to dodge to get in their way. Joy stings as it enters.

Old friends, like socks, fit and don't stir much - we're just here - there's no need to notice us
As the future calls and pulls and prods and cajoles, you tell yourself stories; skeleton keys
That gain entry and exit from a past you mould with as much benevolent grit as possible
Because the alternative is to believe in a past which expunged, rather than set-free.
...alternatively, maybe you will see it as a guide of sorts......

Bandages and Scapegoats

1. An Idea: Smart Auto-Biography and 'The Blockchain' 

(or 'How I learned to drink more water, measure time and that analogue dog shit smells better in the digital present'):


In 1976, somewhere on a council estate called Bilborough, on Nottingham's west side, just before the Derbyshire Dales begin with Sandiacre and 'Il'ston', I was running around playing football and climbing trees and riding my new Grifter bike - more trouble free than I'd ever have imagined then...

Somehow, I was aware that 'punk' had happened. Not in the way that my 8 year old self might now be aware, but in a distanced, filtered, image and text free sense, which for me basically boiled down to a fetishisation of a blue and red striped jersey. I was only vaguely aware it could've been worn by someone from The Clash - or more likely, one of their already more commercially savvy imitators - let's say Tenpole Tudor, for example (apologies to Tenpole https://youtu.be/5AywIL5_eYM if his intentions - and his 10,000 swords were no less than authentic).

I do vaguely remember it being a now famously long hot summer and I can remember 'playing out' for hours without water under a scorching sun and then lying on my back prostrate  with dehydration, smelling of grass and maybe dog shit and noticing how a violet sky holds infinite miniscule stars which seem to form our whole vision. The focus of my thought then was: What really is SIX weeks - and how can it ever end? Isn't SIX weeks, in fact, the same as Forever?...

Then, of course after a succession of blissful days like that one, it would end. A new teacher, new responsibilities, new younger folk, and just new - everything is new when you're 8... and then you turn 9. Girls appear. They hold your hand during BBC schools sessions and play games with names only girls know which involve intimidation - blindfolds - and kissing. If Suzanne Butler is anywhere out there (and Samantha Smith for that) I think we are still married...

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Its the 2nd February 2017 now - spacetime star dates. I'm writing this in the Norfolk Millennium Library AKA The Forum - a hugely successful glass brick and aluminium edifice built in ___ by ____ and now the most popularly frequented library in England. I find myself writing a research proposal which has something to do with things like: " The Blockchain Scalability Problem and it's gossip protocols" and - “19thC Principles of cooperation, mutuality etc... being given fresh legs by C21 technology. The blockchain supports mutuality, co-operation, and shared venturing much more than the C20 phenomenon of the LTD company - discuss".

I miss grass - and dog shit - and maybe Suzanne Butler - a bit.

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The interesting thing about this new bit of writing is that I am aware of two things: 1. Ive got to tell my story. I'm convinced we all do - or should, as no-one else will and 2. I know very little about the business of rights clearances when I add in links like the one above from 'Eddie Tudor'  (think that was his name...). Since all of our lives get lived to a soundtrack and image board of pop music and films - an auto biography might be a paler thing without some of that background.

Part of my thesis, research project and business start-up idea revolves around these two poles: One - the urge to create and Two - the need to give credit and to pay and be paid - as a creator. One of the more interesting things about my current dalliance (research interest) with 'Blockchain' ( a rather germane if not prosaic word on which to pin the hopes of the next politico-technological revolution) is that it seems to propose a future solution to both problems at once. If our Eddie Tenpole ( or, more likely his corporate rights holder - I will go look that up - see footnotes) has attached a blockchain code with smart contract and payment details under license arrangements etc to the digital file I'm using, then I don't need my publishers legal department anymore to cite his song. That is surely good for him ( or his rights holder) me and you - dear reader. The only sufferer in our happy peer to peer arrangement is my publishing department and my publisher and since I have neither - all's well in the state of Blockchain Media - if only I can find a way to Ascribe https://www.ascribe.io/ it. (Footnotes here will point out that 'Acribe' has been taken over by: https://www.coalaip.org/. Make of that what you will. The elegant site created by those 3 Berlin based young entrepreneurs was much more elegant and seemingly user-friendly...)

But hey, those of you interested in Blockchain may not be interested in my long hot summers and those (fewer?) of you who might be probably don't want to hear about 'blockchains'...

Ever on with the vanity publish on demand research cum autobiography that this would appear to want to be: "Publish On Demand And Be Damned" being the slightly updated equivalent of an old maxim.

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