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IF you employ tech to create conditions to telepathy,
Would that be considered as that?
Or facing the fact,
If turned out into a despicable question
As despicable me? 

Fascinating words fascinating world
All that I cannot do or understand,
All endeavors succeeded or failed
All sirens of all ambulances and C&
All sirens of the deepest sea, deep and blue

Turned black into pitch black
As we descent, pressures and Grand Polonaise.
Kate Liu, Andante spianato,
It's like Veronika's Napkin, 

Tainted with red globules of incomprehension
Although liberating sensation follows
Paradoxal inconsistency
Stuff of creation even if
Monts parturient und nascetur
A ridiculous mouse
If is my mouse and can be taken
Stolen ou used in greater dids,
I really hope the rodent has a dance. 
Give it a chance!

Aos distintos metafísicos cabrões que tornam a vida
Mais complicada, como um permanente teste,
Aqui declaro estar a ouvir quatro mulheres
Como uma cota de malha de Teflon, que me veste,
E o seu escudo, os espíritos de África mãe,
O um, Oxalá Xangô, o vodu da Louisiane, a oração de S. Jorge Guerreiro,
O meu espírito inquebrável, 
Norah Jones, Katie Melua, Diana Krall, Melody Gardot,

A Vós vos invoco, em adição,Taylor Momsen, Maria Brink, Lzzi Hale,
Ergam suas vozes e ensurdeçam
Walt Whitman e James Joyce.
Que não quero que ouçam meus devaneios

O Rui Barbosa, Antero de Quental, Joâo de Deus poderia,
Whitman and Joyce despertam uma inquietude
Uma noção de Inferioridade de pretensa servitude,
Not Yeats or Les jeune Rimbaud et Verlaine,
Ni Mallarmé que j'ai eu le plaisir d'écouter
La simplicité de Simone Sophie Ernestine Marie Bertrand de Beauvoir
Son nom une cadence si belle...

Repito que estou em língua portuguesa,
Tal como recriei o que era atuação num filme pornô,
A imagem de que a educação que me deram,
Desci mesmo dela, pelas traseiras da casa,
Uma figura que o poeta usa no S. João dos outros, 

Eu derrubei o que a ética a moral o temor paternal reverencial,
O temor maternal,
Bem real e mensurável em colheres de pau e pratos atirados,
A minha inibição é agora só para mim uma teimosia
Pois eu posso dar-me nu sem dúvida nem culpa
Além da culpa de ter culpa que sempre nos consome.
Evolui, tornei-me algo bem humano e todavia atípico
Algo complicado e no mínimo criptico...ossos cansados.

Falo e ouço os que me querem convencer quando quero ou posso
Assisto a todas as lições quando há horizonte e
Essa linha imaginária que separa a terra e os oceanos
E lança no céu todos os enganos destes anos,
E agora, mal ou bem, tenho que fazer mal feito,
Ridícula incompetência, psicológica reverência,
Tudo o que deveria
Vou terminar um dia.
Se eles não desistem
Baixarei os braços cansados?
Como o Piano Concerto N°1, Op.23
The show must go on…. 

O sentido não é obtido por Dark or bright arts
E as grandes Mozzarella de Bufala, abençoadas,
Sei que começo a saber o que é fome.
Fome e dentes e dentes e mandíbulas

Onde os
Fascistas se
Encontram com
Os Marxistas
Todos cumprindo a sua história como forma de ser humano
Pescador não,
Predador inclemente,
Sino, repinar de silêncio
Mente nem.
Sempre demente.

Mostra a teu amor se o houver
Meses de cais sem vento nas Velas
Ou vento ou desalento
Vilões vestidos nos nossos roupões. 

PS
Versos duos, finais do Mar Português...

O que discordo como uma imagem truncada de algo que era temido e ora abrigo,
Como a Lua, onde espelhou a terra, um satélite único em propriedades,
E todavia morto e seco, frio, cratera desenhado, um campo desbaratado de milhões,
De crateras um dia feitas abrigos, quem diria, nossa casa um próximo dia...

Não há relação entre a fecundidade do mar e a beleza vazia e perigosa de uma película,
Que além da troposfera se dilui, que é a magnetosfera a protetora,
Que a ambígua dualidade é sempre uma verdade para os Protágoras do mundo,
Como esse poeta que é, e que hoje na minha admiração confundo
Com aquele amigo do Esteves sem metafísica, nem tanta sapiência da física.

Restam as musas, tágides, nunca saberei, de vossas vozes  e pessoas, isso sei.

Obrigado por tudo o que vos tomei.

Eu tenho minha dor e vacuidade de verdade 

Olho todos os fantasmas meus parceiros exceptuando tu que és minha componente 

Como um olhar sempre ausente e presente 

E sem vc o cominho é empedrado, 

Sem Canteiros 

Sem hidranjas, sem tulipas, sem papoilas vermelhas, ópio sonhado, sem belladonna 


Campos, desoladora, destruidora

Não quero. 

Nem ver as meninas. 

Nem ter filhas

Ou respeitar filhos

Que não respeito nem Satã, tinhoso, ruindade no espelho, 

Nem que se Julga caído, fdp como o declarante

Um tratante do bicho, um gestor de lixo, 

Quem não existe assim, 

Apenas no fundo de um outro assim

Como um defeito perfeito, 

Uma distorção de mim. 

Esse sim invocará a sua divina proteção, 

Esse que caga em Deus é aquele temido 

Aquele que querem ver destruido. 


Chupa, chupa. Chupa. 

Vem que não tem, 

Só a minha força, dor louca que não tens como segurar, 

Infantil deus ou demônio, eu aqui permaneci, 

Após a morte de todos os demónios que vivi. 


Após a decadência daqueles que manipulei e comi

Melhor dito devorei por tudo de mim venenoso que de boa fé dei. 

Eu vos olho e encaro com alho e a mão nos quilhões, 

O que vcs

Cabrões, 

Tanto falam entre chouriços em aguardente 

Eu sou essa coisa

Candente como mar ardente. 

Aquele que consumirá a vossa ideia, 

O que trará lider a essa desgarrada alcateia! 

Note the artificiality of the days passing by.
Note the incapacity of one and the outstanding power of you all,
Powered by ethics and technical state-of-the-art means.

Which image is fading along with mine I ignore.
Resolve as you should.
Forget the rags we once used between fights and fucks.
Never mind traps and lies, worldwide used and abused.

MTV music awards and Horses at Golegã.

Children always come first.

Chinese and Muslims cross my path saying no you can't.
Society acting on principles like moral duty, liability to fathers lost in nebulae.
Skies above helicopters roars fulfilling schedules.
Earth down tunnels wait functionality.

Slazov Zizek against little me at the margin of the big scheme?
Logistics and labs, plants and corporations, non-profit organizations.

Who's going to write creatively?
Das Wört ist das Leben des Seins.

My being wrong has had no repercussion in present attitude.
I sincerely don't know such reason, which should exist,
Be liquid and transparent to a father of seven...

Radio distracted my reasoning.
What was I saying?
Just bubbling.
Tear your bad emotions apart and welcome to new illustration.

Get a bike and don't write.

I hate your hate, it is neither fact nor fate.
By its your compassion that makes me sick,

False as true a black widow's bite
False as the frog's tongue deceiving its prey,
I hate you am I'm gonna splask you if I may
Make soup with your insides and after a sip
Offer it as a gift to the church's school meal. 

And see if your wickedness will grow, I'm them
In spite of your theology and false gods or that stupid lonely transcend conbsubstatiating one
Yes oh I came christiam god, I write you with no capital
As you don't exist and I defy all your believers and the power they give you

Not afraid of Ratzinger that maybe a person superior as me. 
Fucking in your College of Cardinals bishops and minors
Beause I could wear the sandals of Peter 
Or stand, object of the Hajj in Mecca,. 
Or be the reincarnation of Kali Ma


Yes, megalómanus is not an aspiration is a State of existing
I could be the tortoise that brings it on its back
But I prefer to ne Gaia, another myth.

Other glyph, a world of musical fucjery no responsability
Where’s f responbsability in our if we go along till death fucking penalty?
Jerking all that night]s thinking you could still fuck with th jailors, visitor, psicologists... 
Laughing, I am totaly against death penalty cause, primarly I am portuguese.
Have us portuguese been merciful or good?

Baby, we now how suffering by steps is so much worse than dying,
Descending the path till Spinx one by one.
We Portuguese are the worst you may encounter, simply prefer our profile low
As you full of sins think getting all out is awesome,
We always fuck you slowly, kept the last injustice as Empire from you begginners

And still treating you as people,
We really believed you were, heads to slaughter, pussies to humiliate, asses to fuck,
Do you have doubts?
Let me laugh, we fuck you with subtilty
Over all the Land races and continents, and you still call us small,

Better to consider Max Rose graphics and think a while!...
Haja quem, havendo a India descoberta, ficou sem trabalho...

I hate your hate, it is neither fact nor fate.
By its your compassion that makes me sick,

False as true a black widow's bite
False as the frog's tongue deceiving its prey,
I hate you am I'm gonna splask you if I may
Make soup with your insides and after a sip

Offer it as a gift to the church's school meal. 

And see if your wickedness will grow, I'm them,
In spite of your theology and false gods or that stupid lonely transcend conbsubstatiating one
Yes oh y came christiam god, I write you with no capital
As you don't exist and I defy all your believers and the power they give you

Not afraid of Ratzinger that maybe a person superior as me. 
Fucking in your College of Cardinals bishops and minors
Because I could wear the sandals of Peter 
Or stand, object of the Hajj in Mecca,. 
Or be the reincarnation of Kali Ma
Yes, megalómanus is not an aspiration is a State of existing
I could be the tortoise that brings it on its back

But I prefer to ne Gaia, another myth 
Other glyph, a world of musical fucjery no responsability
Where’s f responbsability in our if we go along till death fucking penalty?
Jerking all that night]s thinking you could still fuck with th jailors, visitor, psicologists... 

Laughing, I am totaly against death penalty cause, primarly I am portuguese.
Have us portuguese been merciful or good?
Baby, we now how suffering by steps is so much worse than dying,
Descending the path till Spinx one by one.

We Portuguese are the worst you may encounter, simply prefer our profile low
As you full of sins think getting all out is awesome,
We always fuck you slowly, kept the last injustice as Empire from you begginners
And still treating you as people,
We really believed you were, heads to slaughter, pussies to humiliate, asses to fuck,
Do you have doubts?
Let me laugh, we fuck you with subtilty
Over all the Land races and continents, and you still call us small,

Better to consider Max Rose graphics and think a while!...
Haja quem, havendo a India descoberta, ficou sem trabalho...

considering the history of modern mathematics two questions at once arise: 

(1) what limitations shall be placed upon the term Mathematics; 

(2) what force shall be assigned to the word Modern? 

In other words, how shall Modern Mathematics be defined?

In these pages the term Mathematics will be limited to the domain of pure science. 

Questions of the applications of the various branches will be considered only incidentally. 

Such great contributions as those of Newton in the realm of mathematical physics, of Laplace in celestial mechanics, of Lagrange and Cauchy in the wave theory, and of Poisson, Fourier, and Bessel in the theory of heat, belong rather to the field of applications.


In particular, in the domain of numbers reference will be made to certain of the contributions to the general theory, to the men who have placed the study of irrational and transcendental numbers upon a scientific foundation, and to those who have developed the modern theory of complex numbers and its elaboration in the field of quaternions and Ausdehnungslehre. 

In the theory of equations the names of some of the leading investigators will be mentioned, together with a brief statement of the results which they secured. 

The impossibility of solving the quintic will lead to a consideration of the names of the founders of the group theory and of the doctrine of determinants. 

This phase of higher algebra will be followed by the theory of forms, or quantics. 

The later development of the calculus, leading to differential equations and the theory of functions, will complete the algebraic side, save for a brief reference to the theory of probabilities. 

In the domain of geometry some of the contributors to the later development of the analytic and synthetic fields will be mentioned, together with the most noteworthy results of their labors. 

Had the author’s space not been so strictly limited he would have given lists of those who have worked in other important lines, but the topics considered have been thought to have the best right to prominent place under any reasonable definition of Mathematics.

Modern Mathematics is a term by no means well defined. 

Algebra cannot be called modern, and yet the theory of equations has received some of its most important additions during the nineteenth century, while the theory of forms is a recent creation. 

Similarly with elementary geometry; the labors of Lobachevsky and Bolyai during the second quarter of the century threw a new light upon the whole suBject, and more recently the study of the triangle has added another chapter to the theory. 

Thus the history modern mathematics must also be the modern history of ancient branches, while subjects which seem the product of late generations have roots in other centuries than the present.

How unsatisfactory must be so brief a sketch may be inferred from a glance at the Index du Répertoire Bibliographique des Sciences Mathématiques (Paris, 1893), whose seventy-one pages contain the mere enumeration of subjects in large part modern, or from a consideration of the twenty-six volumes of the Jahrbuch über die Fortschritte der Mathematik, which now devotes over a thousand pages a year to a record of the progress of the science. 

1

The seventeenth and eighteenth centuries laid the foundations of much of the subject as known to-day. The discovery of analytic geometry by Descartes, the contributions to the theory of numbers by Fermatto algebra by Harriot, to geometry and mathematical physics by Pascal, and the discovery of the differential calculus by Newton and Leibniz, all contributed to make the seventeenth century memorable. 

The eighteenth century was naturally one of great activities. 

Euler and the Bernoulli family in Switzerland, d’Alembert, Lagrange, and Laplace in Paris, and Lambert in Germany, popularized Newton’s great discovery, and extended both its theory and its applications. Accompanying this activity, however, was a too implicit faith in the calculus and in the inherited principles of mathematics, which left the foundations insecure and necessitated their strengthening by the succeeding generation.


The nineteenth century has been a period of intense study of first principles, of the recognition of necessary limitations of various branches, of a great spread of mathematical knowledge, and of the opening of extensive fields for applied mathematics. 

Especially influential has been the establishment of scientific schools and journals and university chairs. 

The great renaissance of geometry is not a little due to the foundation of the École Polytechnique in Paris (1794-5), and the similar schools in Prague (1806), Vienna (1815), Berlin (1820), Karlsruhe (1825), and numerous other cities. 

About the middle of the century these schools began to exert a still greater influence through the custom of calling them mathematicians of high repute, thus making Zürich, Karlsruhe, Munich, Dresden, and other cities well known as mathematical centers.

In 1796 appeared the first number of the Journal de l’ École Polytechnique. Crelle’s Journal für die reine und angewandte Mathematik appeared in 1826, and ten years later Liouville began the publication of the Journal de Mathématiques pures et appliquées, which has been continued by Resal and Jordan. 


The Cambridge Mathematical Journal was established in 1839, and merged into the Cambridge and Dublin Mathematical Journal in 1846. 

Of the other periodicals which have contributed to the spread of mathematical knowledge, only a few can be mentioned: the Nouvelles Annales de Mathématiques (1842), Grunert’s Archiv der Mathematik (1843), Tortolini’s Annali di Scienze Matematiche e Fisiche (1850), 

Schlömilch’s Zeitschrift für Mathematik und Physik (1856), the Quarterly Journal of Mathematics (1857), Battaglini’s Giornale di Matematiche (1863), the Mathematische Annalen (1869), the Bulletin des Sciences Mathématiques (1870), the American Journal of Mathematics (1878), the Acta Mathematica (1882), and the Annals of Mathematics (1884). 

To this list should be added a recent venture, unique in its aims, namely, 

 and two annual publications of great value, the Jahrbuch already mentioned (1868), and the 

(1892).


To the influence of the schools and the journals must be added that of the various learned societies whose published proceedings are widely known, together with the increasing liberality of such societies in the preparation of complete works of a monumental character.


The study of first principles, already mentioned, was a natural consequence of the reckless application of the new calculus and the Cartesian geometry during the eighteenth century. 


This development is seen in theorems relating to infinite series, in the fundamental principles of number, rational, irrational, and complex, and in the concepts of limit, continuity, function, the infinite, and the infinitesimal. 


But the nineteenth century has done more than this. 


It has created new and extensive branches of an importance which promises much for pure and applied mathematics. 

Foremost among these branches stands the theory of functions founded by Cauchy, Riemann, and Weierstrass, followed by the descriptive and projective geometries, and the theories of groups, of forms, and of determinants.

The nineteenth century has naturally been one of specializations. 


At its opening one might have hoped to fairly compass the mathematical, physical, and astronomical sciences, as did Lagrange, Laplace, and Gauss. 

But the advent of the new generation, with Monge and Carnot, Poncelet and Steiner, Galois, Abel, and Jacobi, tended to split mathematics into branches between which relations were long to remain obscure. 


In this respect, recent years have seen a reaction, the unifying tendency again becoming prominent through the theories of functions and groups. 

 

 

1 The foot-notes give only a few of the authorities which might easily be cited. They are thought to include those from which considerable extracts have been made, the necessary condensation of these extracts making any other form of acknowledgment impossible.


2 For a list of current mathematical journals see the Jahrbuch über die Fortschritte der Mathematik. A small but convenient list of standard periodicals is given in Carr’s Synopsis of Pure Mathematics, p. 843; Mackay, J. S., Notice sur le journalisme mathématique en Angleterre, Association française pour l’Avancement des Sciences, 1893, II, 303; Cajori, F., Teaching and History of Mathematics in the United States, pp. 94, 277; Hart, D. S., History of American Mathematical Periodicals, The Analyst, Vol. II, p. 131.


3 For a list of such societies consult any recent number of the Philosophical Transactions of Royal Society of London. Dyck, W., Einleitung zu dem für den mathematischen Teil der deutschen Universitäts Ausstellung ausgegebenen Spezialkatalog, Mathematical Papers Chicago Congress (New York, 1896), p. 41.

4 Klein, F., The Present State of Mathematics, Mathematical Papers of Chicago Congress (New York, 1896), p. 133.


Godspeed.😍

Não sei bem cero se a ilusão é intuiçãosei que os meus bagos estão mais leves,  O pau não levanta, emburrado e velho,  Sem bedelho que interesse meter,  E a piscina tá cheia de gente q foi lá ter  Devia ter errado e aceitado o povo fodidio Simpático e distraido, com a tristeza incluida E transar rolar rolé mais mais com mulher de tatuagem fudida na base da coluna, tesuda e banal…. Como umn xoxota todas iguais   É todas tão realmente diversas divergentes diferentes,   Como que diz fuck me from behind e não diz Plano desertado de vento enrolado de gente que se gosta mas não cuida,...   Quem cuida dessa sentimalidade, dessa sentimentalidade de calor disipado    É aqui o meu amor da minha vida invertida nesse amor roubado? A mim Ele não se achaca…

Vós, capris caprinus que me impedem de gravar os meus documentos, 
São os mesmos que gostariam de me mamar, 
Mas estão proibidos antes de me domar
Rio de Janeiro e rio do aposto Porto tão grande em tradição, 
Duas inclinadas onde a República se tornou
Escondida Muralha Fernandina, 

Que sempre me quero atirar lá de cima. 
Chupa, chupa chupa engole não sejas mole, 
Olha eu que não faço puro e engulo para as santas putas da relação que tens, 
O que elas gostam, eu dou tesão, eu sou,
Quem as minhas queridas querem que seja menos. 

Dentro de alguns vagos limites de quem quer que seja… 
Fodam-se, mijem-me, enrabem-me sem muita dor, resta bem se vos vir gozar...muitooo

Está bem pois o meu prazer acontece quando o vosso, inequivocamente, se reconhece. 
Homens de meia tigela não vou falar nessa mixela, , 
Homens malhados já comi, entrecurti, ouvi de muitas delas, 
Confusas se havia papo e o sexo era ginástica ou tesão liberado, 
Cli tresloucado, ponto G atacado… 

Gozada gozada ou então brincadeira zoeira mais um
Mais um coitado é esse que Não não eu, que tomei, fui humilhado, justificado
E pedi para ser ensinado nas trilhas da feminilidade
Até as conhecer mais próximo da verdade, 

Tanto gozada louca que levo na minha cara mais a no pau
Que não é aquele caralhau, 
Que faz quando está
Erecto, 
Gozei mais lasso na boca do meu tesão, 
As vizinhas que ouviam gritar ele está a tomar, 
Ele nem sabia o que trazia aquele gozo,
Enorme de uma pica atrofiada e todavia provocada,
Um homem a ter um orgasmo sem pica recta, o melhor que todos. 

Quero que se fodam se acreditam ou não
Um dia cavou e o circo fechou e eu soube aproveitar os últimos exaxtaculis . 
E hei-deonde falar melhor do que me levou tão próximo da mulher que estou hoje desterrado por excesso de  e dominação, não sei se dela ou não....

Sei é posso assegurar que quebro barreiras que muitas não querem quebrar…

Tristes picadas, coisas pequenas, 
Almas de esquemas, entropia, sentada no fim do teu dia. 
E persistes, teimosia inconsequente, morte de repente 
E o que fica é uma picada de mosca, uma coisa tosca.