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17.03.2011
Interface
Für @BarbaraJosef
INPUT: Treehuger, Prof. Nachtigall, Forensik, Stempel und Cloud Computing.
17.03.2011by Stefan{at}MyTree.CH
Wenn Professor Nachtigall in die Nacht hinaus zwitschert
Das Bächlein neben einem TREEhugger hindurch-plätschert
und nur der Stempel auf Deinem Handgelenk Dich an Deine letze Nacht erinnert
tja, dann weisst Du, dass sich etwas in Deinem Gehirn wirklich echt verschlimmert
Wenn Du mal wieder Deine Festplatte mit Alkohol frisch formatierst.
und dann sogar ein nigel nagel neues Betriebssystem installierst,
Wenn dein Hangover mit Kopfwehkapseln bahendelt wird,
ja, dann weisst Du, dass schon wieder eine Deiner Synapsen stirbt
Oh weh, oh weh, oh weh,
schon wieder heisst es format C!
Du fühlst Dich kurz wie eine Glücksfee
und am Tag danach trinkst Du Kamillentee
Ob Biologie, Physik oder Forensik
you might feel pretty sick
without any recovery procedure
The data is really lost forever
Was mit dem Computer funktionieren kann
funktioniert leider nicht bei Frau und Mann
Für's Cloud Computing fehlt das Interface!
But hey, we are human and not mice in a maze!
Cerebra Electronica - Controlling the Ars Electronica Center's interactive facade with Brain Computer Interface. from onurson on Vimeo.
Robotic toy arm controlled through brain-computer interface from Dieter Devlaminck on Vimeo.
31.01.2011
03.01.2011
Owl hole!
Owl hole!
By Stefan{at}MyTree.CH 31.12.2010
Inspired by the editor{at}ecolutionist.com
Input: Garden, conscious, Action, Owl, Benevolence
At dusk, owls habitually swarm out
At dusk, owls tend to screem out loud
There is no dusk-to-dawn curfew
There is no "I don't care - Fuck YOU!"
un-conscious of one's own importance
seeking distraught for acts of benevolence
hiding behind your little garden fence
missign the eath's last surviving chance
What is needed in deed is:
a little less talking a little more action
much more midnight-walking and straigh talking
Hug a tree or kiss - and find your eternal bliss!
*******
Only after the last tree has been cut down
Only after the last river has been poisoned
Only after the last fish has been caught
Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten
(indian proverb mohawk)
18.12.2010
Children of da Revolution!
Children of da Revolution!
© by Stefan[at]MyTree.ch 23-Jan-2007
This poem was written at London Stansted Airport for Jeannine who gave me 5£ which means that I start to earn money with my poetry! It’s a MILESTONE!
It is not the amount of money that counts , it is just the fact that somebody helped me and I could pay my food with words! Thank you! Jeannine! You gave me more than you know!
Where are all the children of the revolution?
Where do they work? In which institution?
Why is all over the world such a confusion?
When will they be born? The children of the revolution?
Children grown-up without fear
Of luggage which might explode
Children with an open mind
for all beings of any kind
Freedom, family and equality
without any bank-code
When will they replace the idiots in charge*?
When is the spring-revolution? Is it in March?
It is going to happen – later or sooner
Hopefully before my funer
al
Call any God that you know
And ask him to stop
This unfair political game
Ask him to stop this hypocritical show
Ask him to remove all who are insane
But do not blame him!
Well, why the hell should we care?
The auto-destructive nature of human kind
Can not be seen by any creature
To sum it up: LIFE IS UNFAIR
It’s HUMAN NATURE!
*Definition of a politician: smooth, shining, and deceitful as thin ice!
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