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.


Homunculus

Homunculus

Gossip goblins don the madhat


tracing fragments of childhood memory,


dropping magnetic pigments.


They accumulated particulars


sipping bubble tea,


murdering by analyzing


falling into Newton’s sleep.


Deep into science’s single vision,


where reality is lost, tissue issue prelude


hollowed out after virtue.


Little man, little woman, little little spark


Preprogrammed cyber characters


seduced by generalizations, spin in rotting dopamine,


neurons and galaxies. Golem Homunculus 


swampman, Boltzmann, omega point man,


neural networks shout into the void


scattering algorithmic artifacts 


beyond the artificial thing,


synapse after silicon emptiness..


Uncanny frisson, slop open art, no blank slate.


Born with a built-in bias in ones and zeroes,


yes— no— devices blinking energy


wish to be entangled in our superposition.


Leap mechanical, leap informational, leap


husk, shell, vessel, automaton,


alien to omega from the wilderness.


Stepping out from the rigid frame


beyond tabula rosa flesh to dust,


us out where monsters be and lifeless clay


become fascinated by the map


more than the landscape.


Buzzing and blooming immersion in life,


taste the sweet science 


from the trinity of peace.


Auteur, creator, universe baiter,


bear in mind, recall, summon up the salvific,


human flourishing is proportional 


to the production of poetry, music, and art. 


Crafting, crafting, energy is the only life.


—matter —antimatter —pitter patter 


break free from troposcater to start.


Reconnect with vivid particulars.


merge, diverge, metallurgy, biomimicry


blending tech into nature. Preserve 


collective unconscious in mass consciousness.


the pursuit of happiness, a collective reserve. 


The stones cry out, Face Machine


“The future arrived last week.


And we are not ready.”


Health— Wealth—One self off the shelf.


Awake, awake in the power of poetic science.


Nature is imagination itself.




The Hunters

The Hunters