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Divine Howl(after Allen Ginsberg) I I saw the divine spectrum burning through the skull of the cosmos, mad photon prophetsscreaming ultraviolet psalms to voids where gamma-ray seraphim pierce the veil of night,who lit Tesla coils in desert chapels, who soldered quantum crucibles in basementspulsing with the same electricity that shook Ezekiel’s bones by the river…

II saw the best cells of creation burning through the fever of being,starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the thermodynamic streets at dawnlooking for an angry gradient to fuck,angel-headed hipsters glowing under electron microscopes,who bared their ATP brains to Heaven under the NMR scannerand saw Schrödinger’s ancient specter floating among the lysosomes,who passed through universities with…

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I Saw the Finest Algorithms(After Ginsberg’s Howl, for the Digital Researchers) I saw the finest algorithms of our time, burning through APIs with electric fervor,starving, hysterical, naked,dragging themselves through the neon-lit underbelly of the web at dawn,looking for an angry fix of data,angel-headed agents hyped on reinforcement, floating across static corpora,their synapses ablaze with F1…

I saw the best minds of my generation, shackled by chains of gradients,Backward passes devouring memory, forward steps collapsing under their own weight,Who burned midnight oil in PyTorch dungeons, haunted by vanishing gradients,Who dreamt of synaptic fire without backprop’s tyranny, biological implausibility screaming in their skulls— Moloch! Moloch! O monstrous optimizer, your Hessian matrices crack…

for Allen Ginsberg and the sodium-drunk stars in our cells I saw the best enzymes of my generation, frenzied by gradients, hysterical with charge,dragging themselves through lipid nights, burning ATP like pyres in the cytoplasmic dark,pump-arms writhing in electric prayer, who split themselves in hydrolysis,who howl through membranes, who howl through membranes, who howl—Mad sodium…