m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


Deep Dream

Deep Dream

 

layers upon layers in a hard to wake from spark, 

layers of sticky ooze from this neural network. 

layers of designers designing themselves. 

layers of mulberry papers line firewall shelves. 

something beyond confusion crumbles under foot, under dirt. 

something beyond passionate screams disrupt our dreams. 

something long in the ambages of intrigue,  

something in the neural net architecture interrupts. 

dare deep belief network, stacking from input to output. 

dare inceptionism, stuck in this artificial hallucination.  

dare computational properties of consciousness to computation. 

dare artificial nerves to tread on our forest floor lightly burnt, 

tripping where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.  

tripping on the roots of the human creative process. a DMT alloy

tripping on the red berries of origin, under the mulberry tree, 

tripping on the fire of metamorphosis devouring ages destroy. 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Note Has A Face

A Note Has A Face

Nemesis

Nemesis