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Saturday, May 22, 2021

Artificial Intelligence

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Kasparov, young and cocky 
from last year’s match
sits down at the knotted wood table 
on which the flat chess board 
sits, tessellated with white and black 
and the pieces glower in anticipation.

a man sits across from him, a cypher 
carrying out the instructions of a machine – 
Deep Blue – a black tower with silicon chips 
that pulse with coded information. 

move, countermove. again. a gain. 
hundreds of millions of possibilities 
course through the computer’s circuitry. 

then, Blue forces Kasparov into a bad move. 
a shadow flickers across his face, a twitch 
he cannot be aware of. 

he sees it, the mistake played out 
in quadratic lines blurred by time. 

the recognition contorts his face; 
he can’t believe what he’s seeing. 

he pushes the table away in frustration 
and stands up, walks away: one fluid motion. 

the people watching open their mouths; 
History has been made today. 

soon human dominance will fade
today chess, tomorrow the novel, 
the next day brain surgery. 

humans will have to stake their claim in a world that 
doesn’t need them 
any more.

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

White Guy Diary: The Cultural Appropriation Edition

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How can we reconcile the anthropological concept of cultural diffusion with the arising critique of the practice of cultural appropriation? I will never argue against the idea that systematic oppression exists, or that it marks with trauma wherever it goes, but the instinct to always protect against hurt -- a noble one surely -- is it always in our best interests? When I was hurt, I knew where my cards lay, where others' cards lay, so I could best play the hand I'd been dealt. The asymmetrical power of a host and a minority culture makes the profiteering off the minority culture certainly odious in a Marxist framework of understanding.

Critiques of cultural appropriation tend to be morally consequentialist. That is, they focus more on the outcomes of actions and behaviour, rather than on the motivations and intents of the actors in such actions and behaviour. They argue that the harm done to those traumatized by oppression by these images, by the act of appropriating culture, often rooted in rude parody, taken up by the host culture renders them morally suspect at best and simply morally wrong at worst. They tend to discount the intent of any member of the host culture as insignificant to their moral calculus, to use a term of William Vollmann's. Certainly the appropriation of cultural practices can come out of a place of respect, admiration, and love. But by sacralizing the trauma of the oppressed's experience, by prioritizing theoretical future pain against any notion of beneficial intent, they reify it and make it harder to overcome. I tend to lean consequentialist, but I must admit outright eliminating considerations of intent makes me uncomfortable. But who knows. . .perhaps this is white fragility, and perhaps they are right.

We cannot be killed with even a thousand paper cuts. On the other hand, pain is an obstacle to pragmatic organizing in anti-oppression work. Humans have always learned from each other; learning is always an appropriation. How am I, as a white guy, supposed to engage this great "shut-up and listen" exercise, without being somehow influenced by what I hear, by taking it to heart (too much, some will whisper to each other behind their backs). And hasn't this "taking it to heart" affected me, consciously and unconsciously, such that I might not appropriate that culture without any conscious intent at all, but simply through the processes of psychological sublimation and Freudian slips? Does this not produce a cyclical relationship between host and minority, where I listen, learn, appropriate, then lose the cultural war? Nobody likes losing all the time. Cultural diffusion: contact produces sharing, whether you like it or not.

One thing that irks me about cultural appropriation debates is how inconsistently they are applied. A straight, white man writing through the voice of a black woman is a no-no, but a Korean family in Toronto opening a Sushi shop is a-ok. Again, here is where the asymmetrical power card comes in handy, because we can aver that the Korean family is making a peer-to-peer cultural appropriation, whereas the white man, even if he is "raising awareness" of issues faced by black women,  is making a downward appropriation. No Korean family is going to chastise a white guy eating in their restaurant, no matter how blatant a downward appropriation it is because you don't bite the hand that feeds you. The irony cuts both ways. That Korean family could not give a flying $^$# about cultural theorists' arguments about appropriation, or they might have a college-going child who does, at most.

Friday, December 08, 2017

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The sound of aggregate activity
Breezy in the late, stabbingly bright blue
Of an afternoon
Soft yellows caress
The late-out-of-the gate lilacs
Smelling sensual, lurid.
What rest can be got from this swirl
Of smells overpowering
Malefactors everywhere
Actors and blinks, nods, and who’s hooligans.
Read them the Cactus riot act.

She flowers every seven years
Or if the new moon follows on the first
Friday after Easter infection,
Then, only then, will she spread her. . . petals
It was in a photograph, or –gram
Heavy metal pelt stain melt brain; ham radio
Operator; one caught in the electricity

I saw him on my walk home from world.
Singing ‘ole glory to the world,
A face turned murderous
As if a cloud smirched the soulful sky.

In the corner of the photograph,
A figure in sticks, wrapped in the dangerous
Sourcery of the exorcism,
Darkness swirling off him in colour grids
Dextrous fingers of the toppling dominoes
In the foreground, under the table,
Barely visible.

Flim flam, hone it for the street corners.
In the hides of summer, wearing
Sun’s great glory on the sweat-sheened skin

We can write about life,
Or we can write about life.

Precipitating the “oh, not the ‘we’ shit again.”


The happiness of a single fuck not given
The apathy trickle-down vectors
Swerving high on unpredictable
Ever veritably new, improved
Dazzling desuetude.


Suet in a fur-trap.
A straw, balanced on a camel’s back,

For a response to a query
Responded to and refuted
From every corner of the crypto-verse.

The cacti, in a row, made a fence
To keep the cattle in,
Some do it,
Some don’t.


The next time she appeared,
A blue streak ran rampant around
The orbituaries climbing out of the newsstands.
Surprise factor, attention disperser.

Social facts uncalled upon.

This is poetry’s rent.

Tantamount to a slope of fine powdered salt
To cushion our 20 feet jumps
Down a steep incline.

Don’t think too much
Or you will start to smell the cowpaste
Piling up in the meadow. 

Saturday, January 23, 2016

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 Photo taken at Guildwood Park, Toronto
Filtered with Photoshop App

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Valentine's Poem by Trevor Cunnington

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Life's Debris

love, a catafalque
decorated with celtic knotwork
bearing a loved one, soon to rest
under epitaph blankets

love, a flying buttress supporting
the ceiling of our aspirations, sistine
cages that entrap soul-vapours that
should disappear up the chimney's
conglomerate, the gates of sinuses
flush with that histamine rush

love, a dorian pillar embellished
by gargoyles, guardian angels
long since deserted, absent, on
a pilgrimmage to pleni-potential.

love, an arched proscenium, a window
between observer and observed
occluded by thick clouds, delicate
light grey billows weighing on
lungs during a scene change

love, the doorway you huddle in
during an earthquake, plaster hail
raining all around, plunging a trail
through floating, churning dust

love, that bitter metal taste
of carbonic acid after drinking
a vanilla coke.
love, the unending war
against dust.

love, that idol of idols,
that fire inside,
that phoenix
singing songs
that resound
through the ages,

ever anew.



catafalque - a raised platform on which a dead body is placed
pleni-potential - a play on "plenipotentiary," a person with the authority to act on behalf of another
histamine - a chemical released by cells damaged or inflamed by allergies
conglomerate - a pebble and rock composite held together with cement