Newsreel:
But are the Navier-Stokes equations AI solvable
by using someone else’s work, not attributable?
Buckmaster and Alpöge were close to a near result…
Did the 10,000 AI agents plagiarize their ult.
Claude-Louis Navier (1785-1836) was a French Romantic engineer, George Gabriel Stokes (1819-1903) was an Irish Victorian mathematician and physicist.
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Eternal Laws
by Esiad L Werecub
“The Sun proceeds unmoved…”
—Emily Dickinson
This figure is not a creator, this self-thinking Mind,
in-spi-r-ing the motion of the cosmos and spacetime,
pure actuality, this unmoved Mover—who just…awes—
devoid of potency and change, and serves as final cause.
Is this the figure come to mind, when Alexander died,
that gave rise to impiety, by being deified?
When Aristotle left Athenians for Macedon,
was this the charge against his guide that caused him to be gone?
Esiad L Werecubis a poet of Ancient Greece.
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Haiku
by “Wired Clues” Abe
In the round blue pool,
gold coins, cut jewels and ducks:
the end of summer.
Tanka
by “Wired Clues” Abe
He lost all power,
when turning off the highway;
the idling was rough.
He couldn’t get enough air.
He thought his car could blow up.
“Wired Clues” Abe is a NewMillennial writer.
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Flashback:
When Trump went to Alaska, was ‘t a double that he met?
Was that why all the smiles were so easy to forget?
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The Twelve Labours of Hercules
by Ercules Edibwa
The labors of Hercules were twelve in number.
The first was combat with the Nemean lion.
He strangled it and took its corpse back to Tityns.
The second was killing the Lernean Hydra,
the nine-headed monster with one immortal head.
He dipped his arrows in its own poisonous blood.
The third was snaring the Erymanthian boar,
which he caught and carried back to Eurytheus.
The fourth was capturing the Arcadian stag
alive, its antlers golden and its hooves brazen.
The fifth was destroying the Stymphalian birds,
creatures with brass beaks and claws that tore human flesh.
The sixth was cleaning the stables of Augeas.
he cleaned thirty-years filth and three thousand oxen
in one day by redirecting two rivers through.
The seventh was entrapping the wild Cretan bull,
the monster sent by Poseidon to King Minos.
The eighth was taming the mare of Diomedes,
whose own slain body quelled their crazed, man-eating thirsts.
The ninth was obtaining Hyppolyta’s girdle.
He dispatched the Amazon queen, and removed it.
The tenth was seizing the oxen of Geryon,
a three-headed monster residing in the West.
Through his efforts he formed the Strait of Gibraltar,
slaughtered the guardians of the oxen, and then
drove oxen and cattle back to Eurystheus.
The eleventh was fetching the golden apples
of Hesperides; he sent Atlas to get them.
The twelfth and last was the bringing of Cerberus,
a three-headed hell-hound, up from the underworld.
Here he was aided by Hermes and Athena.
Ercules Edibwa is a poet of Ancient Greece.
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The Prose Apartments
by Esiad L Werecub
Along the highway of communication, one can find
the prose apartment paragraphs conveniently designed.
They rise above the light-green lawns, below the azure sky,
wherein the Sun is flaring, glaring, from its changing hikes.
Here one can find Herodotus and novel histories,
before one comes upon the theories of Thucydides;
as well as the dramatic works of Plato’s broad discourse
and all those mighty writing drafts of Thé Philosopher’s.
Those solid prose apartments are so tidy, neat and clean,
and from them there is quite a lot of living one can glean.
They are a place where one can dwell beside time’s swimming pool,
where fun and one luxuriate, in space, room after room.
Esiad L. Werecub is a poet of Ancient Greece.
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A Note on Theophrastus’ Gems
by Erisbawdle Cue
Ah, here the pink Dianthus grows beneath the hedges’ edge,
one thinks of the divinity of Theophrastus gems,
which, Aristotle thought so godly, but which rather seem
more cribbed and ordinary than what inspiration deems.
For him, good style was appropriate, ornate and clear,
but most importantly grammatic’lly correct, austere,
as Arthur Hort has pointed out, “elliptical…compressed”,
and most of what we have of his is lecture notes expressed.
Erisbawdle Cue is a poet of philosophy. Aristotle (384 BC – 322 BC) was the teacher and cohort of Theophrastus (c. 372 BC – c. 287 BC), a noted Greek Peripatetic philosopher whom Linnaeus called the “Father of Botany”. Arthur F. Hort (1864-1935) was a noted British botanist and translator of Greek and Latin texts.
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Sonetto
by Buceli da Werse
Andrea Montegna’s Parnassus is
preposterous for many reasons, such
as these: first, graceful, dancing muses (this
belies belief), a rainbow displayed, much
in the manner of Poussin, but before!
second, the great Mount is hardly a hill,
and arching rocks are peopled with figures
which are strangely beautiful and ideal;
and third, the comical distortions are
surprising, whimsical, like Mercury
leaning upon a spotted Pegasus,
the whole delightfully, indulgently,
deliberately bathed in negligence.
How pale and leisurely, so lovely too—
Andrea Montegna’s poetic view!
Buceli da Werse is a poet of Italian Renaissance painting. Andrea Montegna (1431-1506) was an Italian Renaissance painter.
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The Bullfighter
by Edwe Bleca Ruís
He’s in the middle of a large arena when
the bull comes roaring, snorting, soaring past his cape,
the scarlet color of the comb upon a hen,
and as diminutive a swirl and drape
when viewed from high upon a stadium’s hard seat.
Which of the two below will make his grand escape?
The crowd looks on with cheers and boos in tumid heat
and closely follows all the subtleties of scene,
as little clouds of dust appear from hooves and feet.
The matador’s bejewelled vest glints in between
his turns and stands. He plays the audience, and then
death plays his card, flesh leans behind the wooden screen.
Edwe Bleca Ruís is a poet of Spain.
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To Catullus
by Robert Bridges
Would that you were alive today, Catullus!
Truth ‘tis there is a filthy skunk among us,
A rank-mush idiot, the filthiest skunk,
Of no least sorry use in earth, but only
Fit in fancy to justify the outlay
Of your most horrible vocabulary.
My Muse, all innocent as Eve in Eden,
Would yet wear any skins of old pollution
Rather than celebrate the name detested.
Ev’n now might he rejoice at our attention,
Guess’d he this little ode were aiming at him.
O! but were you alive again, Catullus!
For see not one among the bards of our time
With their flimsy tackle was out to strike him;
Nor those two pretty Laureates of England,
Not Alfred Tennyson nor Alfred Austin.
Robert Bridges (1844-1930) was a British Modernist poet.
I am reminded of George Orwell:
“England will still be England, an everlasting animal stretching into the future and the past, and, like all living things, having the power to change out of recognition and yet remain the same.”
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Not With Love
by Aedile Cwerbus
Pliny the Younger, as Governor of
Bithynia, reported to Trajan how
he dealt with Christians. It was not with love.
He would ask them if they were Christian now.
If they admitted it, he would reask
them, threatening capital punishment.
If they persisted, he took them to task,
and for such inflexibility he sent
them to death.
Aedile of Cwerbus is a poet of Ancient Rome. Pliny the Younger (61-113was a noted Silver-Era Roman proset. Trajan (53-117) was a Roman Emperor.
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Jorge Borges
by Wibele Escudar
He stands upon a scarlet carpet in black
slacks, jacket, shoes. He holds himself up with a
dark cane. He’s looking out an open window
onto a city’s ziggurats, not Incan.
Though he can’t see a thing, his vision’s intact.
He hums a little song with little rhythm.
He gazes out on nothing but the mythic,
content to be a seer, having this lack.
The black clothes on his back enclose his blindness.
He’s traveled to eternity’s grandstand show,
and all he has to offer is dumb kindness,
an urban setting sans a woods and meadow.
He keeps on staring. How’d he ever find this
place. Edgar Poe is walking by…a shadow.
Wibele Escudar is a poet of Argentina. Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was an American Romantic poet and proset. Jorge Borges (1899-1986) was an Argentinia poet and proset.
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Epitaph
by Cesal Dwe Uribe
José Luis Sánchez del Río had so pure a heart;
we will not see his like again on this old-weathered Earth;
yet still his cry can be heard now, years since he went away,
along with those who bravely shouted, ‘Viva Cristo Rey’.
Cesal Dwe Uribe is a poet of Mexico. José Luis Sanchez del Rio (1913-1928) was a flag bearer in the Cristo War, 1926-1929.
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Upon the 25th Anniversary of 9-11
by Brice U. Lawseed
Remember those poor murdered souls, whose bones,
incinerated on the urban floor,
were ripped untimely from their daily chore
of work and service in those high-rising zones,
in those towering stones.
Do not forget their terror or their groans,
who like the sheep of yore, were killed not for
what they had done but who they were. No more
let us forget their hard, horrible moans,
in those harrowing tones.
Their blood and ashes sow the world with woe.
Oh, make the reticent, resolute, bold.
Such evil cannot be allowed to grow;
it must be nipped off at the bud, cut cold.
For only then can life continue, go
on, and the goodness of the world unfold.
Brice U. Lawseed is a poet of New York City. The structure of the above sonnet-like structure comes from the 17th Century British poet John Milton (1608-1674).