“Pure intelligence is . . . a product of dying . . ..and is therefore in principle madness.”—Ferenczi
Confined to the prison house of our wit
digital abstraction grows neurotic
imagination cannot plumb the point of it.
Reality should be deemed erotic
—not the transgressive genitality
celebrated by pornography,
but polymorphous docibility:
a bullseye prism in the deck above
to transmit a little healing light
—screw AI’s specious love!
Epigraph: Sándor Ferenczi, Final Contributions to the Problems and Methods of Psycho-analysis (New York: Basic Books, 1955), p. 246.
Monday, March 17, 2025
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