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We birthed Ideology here in France, America came late to the French game, Ours featured Parisians not wearing pants, How are the two kinds diff'rent and the same? Is the rise of Right-Left providential, Even as was that of democracy? I believe it equally essential, Yet shot through with hate and hypocrisy. I'm in America to see your jails, But also to view our two lands entire, To scope out our num'rous triumphs and fails, To map out a chart of Left-Right desire. You'll have to trust a narrator long dead, To tell you what's come and may lie ahead.

I used to think her ending was folly, Make it work with Vronsky or Karenin! Wake up from doom, smell the scentless holly! To submit to dispair is wrong, obscene! Ten years after my doom, I've changed my mind, I don't feel the "No, don't!" I used to feel, I still love Anna but I'm now less blind, I split my own love with an iron wheel. I'd dived too deeply into Anna's well, To reemerge as a sane simple friend, I excised my love like a cancer cell, To save her and me, we had to end. Am I sorry?  Je ne regrette rien, If time were rolled back, I'd do it again.

It's rational, not self-interests clashing, The nation's an economic lever, Enough of free traders' nation-bashing! Let's make our land hard-working and clever. Can your synthetic comrade succeed you? Make you a superman when you are dead? Is it your friend or a way to breed you? I like it better than freezing my head. Nietzsche, Heidegger, Eckhart, Buddha, There's a limit past normativity, One sees it in Li Po and Neruda, With both yin and yang it's in privity. I liked Steve as Nietzsche's synthetic friend, May his words like Friedrich's live past his end.

God's right. Grasses blight. Rivers dry. Cripples cry. Stealing and lying. Killing and dying. Potties and stenches. Bodies and trenches. Trampled is the Word. Truth is the absurd. Captive is the tsar. Risen is the herd. Marina Tsevtsaeva, 1918. (With Andrew's help).  An accursed year I've seen.

The session on game theory was a fail, I've written two books on it, enough said, Matrix logic felt jejune, cold, and stale, Is my long fascination with it dead? Post-apocalyptic cybernetics? Can Jesus save us from the end of days? Does tech need Christian apologetics? Can there be a Man-God AI obeys? So many years pond'ring What Is The Left, That ancient ask makes matrices seem fresh, Of new insight I find myself bereft, I get no sectual kick from the sesh.   God, cybernetics, Christ's way to stan joy, Today I became a Poulos fanboy.

Darwin believed in empathy for all, Also in the savage's extinction, True. We moderns want trad folkways to fall, To love all is our mark of distinction. Zhuzi believed in attacking a text, His aggression evokes deconstruction, He and Derrida both find reading vexed, But is it?  Reading's gentle seduction. Plato believed in enthusiasm, Or did he?  What about Phaedrus's horse? 'Tween good and bad desire is a chasm, Reason holds the reins to keep it on course. I'm glad I learned something about Zhuzi, I think of him as a critic, like me. '