biology scifaiku poetry
Acquired taste
the great Einstein's
frontal lobes -
who took the last slice?
“Simulacra!”
an oh-so French whine
“But what if God himself can be simulated, that
is to say, reduced to the signs which atttest his existence? Then the
whole system becomes weighteless; it is no longer anything but a
gigantic simulacrum:
not unreal, but a simulacrum, never again exchanging for
what is real, but exchanging in itself, in an uninterrupted circuit
without reference or circumference.” — Jean Baudrillard,
[spelling sic]
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