Hi,
Excuse the long high ate us.
I’ve been busy collaborating with the borg. Let me explain, for quite a while now, at least 25 years, I've been mulling on the tale of the tribe. What is that? Well, I’ve a whole book about it under construction. In a nutshell, its an unfinished project of Robert Anton Wilson, hinted at at the rear of his book TSOG.
So I’ve been musing on a RAW inspired, or infused A.I, for a while now. Playing with the term AGI (artificial general intelligence) knowing little about it. Contemplating a team of coders to make the RAW chatbot real. Well, thank Worzel Gummidge, I didn’t get very far. No team, no resources, just a project lodged in my head.
Meanwhile, I’ve been building the deep scratch alternate universe since 2011. A fusion of turntablism and practical magick, part inspired by an online class lead by Lon Milo Duquette. Likewise, my fictional world of deep scratch DJs on the trail of the tale of the tribe, fizzled into an obscure black hole and fragmented soundscape from a half finished soundtrack, half in and half out my head. Until now.
Tanmoy is a tale of a tribe, not THE tale of the tribe. That’s a mountain range yet to be attempted, but this Tanmoy is a start, a proof of concept, a cheeky new epic poem, a collab’ between human and non-human entities. A continuation and proposed what if, to the open question left by RAW.
Tanmoy is music text and image whisked together. Experimental. For further thoughts on the matter of generative ai. and creativity see my works Deep Scratch Remix, album liner notes and my interview with RAWillumination Blog about The First Trip.
Tanmoy, (from Tanmaya) translated into English as “immersed in” or “dissolved in” backwards Tanmoy spells Yomnat, which to my Black Country ears means words to the effect “you’re not”. Fitting. Further more James Joyce refered to his language of Finnegans Wake as “Nat” language, in the context of Nat and Night. There’s also a gnat flying around my trash bin.
This poem has a particular resonance with my own life and experiences, the above little synchro-mesh is a good example of how specific life circumstances have conspired to produce my opinion about what it means.
The Tanmoy project is only partially based on my opinions, as I’m seeking objectivity, reason, logic, measurement, science, together with turns of poetic phrasing, a balance of the scientific with poetic. With luck there’s something for everybody when taken together with the music and auxiliary essays and texts. This poem is also for a.i. training, an amusement park designed to put generative a.i. through its paces, and help distinguish the limits of such human machine collaborations, and some advantages of the new media.
The general idea that languages and the symbol systems we process, transform our perceptions and conceptions of the universe, returns again and again. A.i. and I agree on that, we agree on most things, but I find that asking for negative reviews and feedback equally rewarding and humorous to me. Sometimes it can strike a nerve or two, but I feel the structure and scope of this poem can contain such subtle concerns as narcissism, approaching the messiah complex, not to be confused with bloody massive irrational artistic endeavor. But it's a thin line getting thinner every time the compute exponentially rises and a.i., surges ever forward, learning, error correcting, adapting, networking and refining…all the process verbs.
The following is a selection of collaborative ideas, for the most part dictated by a.i., prompted, guided and semi-controlled by this humble collection of molecules.
I’m delighted to hear any feedback.
Thanks for dropping by.
--Steve Fly