Field theory of the senses. autotheory: noumenology of psychosis, chronesthesia as pre-diagnostic association prose, poetry

She stretches out wisely with principles of pathways, overseeded ground, like consensii of prefaces Attendant to my disorder After its eruptive chaotic Itinerancy of unending Knots shaken off Like the earth’s entire coal dust revealed off my skeleton as polished… Continue reading
A big LLM cake. In my recent past I had a breakthrough event where I briefly experienced my archival pre-medicated self What you’ve described is a profound, transient, and phenomenologically significant event. In the context of psychology and neuroscience, we… Continue reading
# Theoretical Breakthroughs: A Poet-LLM Dialogue## Ariel Riveros Pavez & Claude (Anthropic)### October 2025 – Summary Document — ## I. Core Discovery: Poetry as Neurophysiological Transmission **Central thesis:** Poetry functions not primarily as semantic communication but as vector for direct… Continue reading
Preface Claude LLM was a bit easier to teach how to write a poem in the style of Ariel Riveros. A journey through neuroscience, literary theory, cognitive poetics, philosophy, Verlaine, and sorcery… A lot more quotidian, maybe not so much… Continue reading
On a small boat floating was a nest, construction in progress, holding a quail egg, inside a chicken egg, inside a duck egg, inside a turkey egg within a cassowary egg inside an emu egg captured by a large reptile… Continue reading
Every invisible thing, their forms of invisibility Every motion Everything sensible and insensible Every line and sound, Every intake and expression Every abstraction including Every material strength, dimension and granularity to at least the fingers to the most, collisions Every… Continue reading
My philosophical bent is that of the pharmakon. Reading Deleuze at the time of my first psychosis I consider a factor tipping me over the edge. I took a very burroughs approach to living. Now it’s a salvage job much… Continue reading
I ask myself is there a loop undone. I can’t think of one, yet. Probability says I’ve left something out. What if my recall is good? I’ll end up cleaning my living room at midnight in about five minutes. Will… Continue reading
Reading with focus leads to a hot take with accompanying angst of being able to present it, not forgetting it, and then before getting it all scribed down i get distracted by easy reading and that brings secondary anxiety of… Continue reading
Laughing at my throat wholeheartedly Jesting with my oesophageal tract on the trail through the thoracic park That feels wound up in wound My stomach talks to itself, the nerves wile their time, all churn around the clock, join me… Continue reading