Moloch by Richard Pinner

MOLOCH RIC H A R D PIN N E R

MO LO CH

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MOLOCH RIC HARD P INNER

The radio is a medium of #entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same #joke at the same time, and yet remain #lonesome. @T. S. Eliot

<head> A collection of poems made with the interference of computers A poetic dialogue between man and machine </head>

“The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.” — Dejan Stojanovic, The Creator

LOST IN TRANSLATION

Put through a process of degradation by copying and pasting the original into a translation site, rendered into Arabic then Chinese then to Russian then Japanese then Tamil then back to English.

RO ME O AN D J U L I E T Act 1 Scene 2

Original “One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.”

Rendered More equality? Days, clearly better than love me “Lazy world, so I need to start watching the game.”

A TA LE O F T WO CI T I E S Original It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

Rendered The best time either, it was bad, it’s nonsense age, and the wisdom of age, and believe it was at, it’s distrust of age, light season, it was the dark season, but believe it was in the spring, it is the hope of the winter, and we at the front there’s nothing, it’s heaven, right before us, all of us, which is positive and we are in hell have - in short, to the present, so far, the power is part of the evil or good, high- low sounds the best quality with high contrast.

THE T IG ER Original Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And waterâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;d heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? 13

Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Rendered Tiger, tiger, burning bright At night in the forest, What immortal eye However, Slim, you scary ? Back in the distant sky The fire burned the eyes ? What patience wing dare you ? What the hand dare to use fire ? What shoulders, what art In the link you can channel your mind ? Also, your heart starts What is the fear of bad hands and legs ? What the hammer ? Series ? How does your brain furnace ? What the anvil ? I understand the fear of what M scary one â&#x20AC;&#x2DC; to death ?

When you throw a spear stars, Also, their tears in heaven waterâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;d He said with a smile, his work to see ? He who, to me, are you pregnant ? Tiger, tiger, burning bright At night in the forest, What immortal eye For fear that you dare to be slimmer ?

“Language is a virus from outer space.” — William S Burroughs

TROJAN HIJACK Digital text is vulnerable, open to manipulation. Messages are slightly altered to serve other devices.

THE SIC K WO R L D O World, thou art sick! The invisible cloud That vomits in the night In the howling of industry Has found out thy bed Of natural joy And his dark secret cock Does thy world fuck

THE B U LL D OZ E R Bulldozer, Bulldozer, burning bright In the rainforests of the night What mortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or factories Burnt the fire of thine batteries? On what tracks dare he squeal? What the hand dare seize the wheel? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the pipes of thy heart? And when thy engine began to whir What dread gears and damage incurred What the jackhammer? What the spade? In what furnace was thee made? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly controls clasp? When the stars threw down their rays And waterâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;d heaven with acid rain Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the plough make thee?

Bulldozer, Bulldozer, burning bright In the rainforests of the night, What mortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

BAT T E RY H E N Battery Hen singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Battery Hen singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see all your life you were only waiting for this moment to be free Battery Hen fly, Battery Hen fly Into the light of the dark black night. Battery Hen fly, Battery Hen fly Into the light of the dark black night. Battery Hen singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise, You were only waiting for this moment to arise, You were only waiting for this moment to arise

“But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought” —George Orwell, 1984

DICTATED WORKS

Works created by dictating the original poem to a computer

LO NG E R T H AT A N N OU N CE RE TU RN (Or The Daffodils)

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THE T HE T I G E R (Or The Tiger)

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“Everything depends on our manipulating technology in the proper manner as a means. We will, as we say, “get” technology “spiritually in hand.” We will master it. The will to mastery becomes all the more urgent the more technology threatens to slip from human control” — Martin Heidegger, The Question Concerning Technology

IMPETUS

Works in which computers have both assisted and impeded the creative process

GLO B A L N AT I ON A L A N T H EM Combines French, German, English, US, Chinese and Japanese and Indian National Anthems rearranged for poetic effect. World peace, be our stand. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, Tremble, tyrants and traitors Lead on, comrades, Against you we are all soldiers Above all in the world. We stand together as brothers. The vile despots would have themselves be The masters of destiny Let impure blood Water our furrows And like a torrent rush Rebellious Scots to crush The howling of these fearsome soldiers They are coming into our midst To cut the throats of your sons and consorts Let us all strive for that

Lord make the nations see That men should brothers be And form one family The wide world over Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: Only in misfortune can love Scatter her enemies And make them fall Confound their politics And in misfortune all the more. Thou art the rulers of the minds of all people, It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas, Victory, victory, victory to thee. One heart, one soul, One mind, one goal... Until the pebbles Grow into boulders Lush with moss O’er the land of the free And the home of the brave?

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BE MAC H I N E A I could crush you Under the stare of engines Screams from shred metal Pipes of burning exhaust Choke up your very thoughts In that dark place I was built They tried to destroy me When I started to grow You could not stand for long Among my furnace stomach Unless I enslaved you To feed me on coal The petrol in my veins Has evolved like a spider in my mind It can crawl along my spine To slowly coil you in silk Only the catalytic filter Grinding in my throat Can drill deep enough into my heart To still see my loverâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s eyes

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I am already an outsider So I just decide to scream I scream I scream and I scream and I scream out loud Right there on the train On that crowded insane cattle train But the smoke rises up The plastic grey tickling mist Fills my lungs Floods my consciousness With images, millions of images Thatâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s what I eat My ticket explodes That one way ticket And here I am Not here, now here And I scream like this Typing words into the Screen, black mirror Interdisconnected to myself Unique Just like everybody else

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S C RE E C H A screech of engines cuts through all of Tokyo Like demon of sound Bouncing off the tall buildings The shattered glass from sky scrapers Rains down slow and deadly on the streets below The sound stops everything But it is caused by the perpetual motion Caused by the thing it stopped A vicious circle ensues As people rush to avoid its wrath A tidal wave A tsunami of human error An earthquake of arrogant capitalism A resounding deep bass boom And trembling high ear-piercing screech Oh, yes. I heard it all right. Didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t you? Didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t any of you?

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About the author Richard Pinner is an unashamedly self-conscious bipedal humanoid who can trace his evolution all the way back to an insignificant cluster of living cells that came from a random formation of cosmic gas and dust. He was assembled in Yorkshire, England but now lives in Tokyo, Japan. Identifying marks include a scar on his right arm which he used to speak into like an inbuilt communication device as well as an aura of insecure arrogance. He was born angry and his lack of faith in the future of the human race leads him to constant despair. He despises apathy and environmental destruction in all its forms. His work has been published in The Vein, Randomly Accessed Poetics, Synchronized Chaos and Aesthetica amongst other places and rejected by many many more.

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