“CYBERNETCS AND CONSONANTAL PSYCHOLOGY”, YEAR 1975 - Scientific communication at The Third International Congress of Cybernetics and Systems, Bucharest, Romania, August 25-29, 1975 (ASE Bucharest). The paper appeared in Proceedings of Congres (editors J. Rose-UJ and C Bilciu-Romania), Vol. II, section 5 (Communications, Education and Informatics), SPRINGER-VERLAG Berlin, Heidelberg, New York. The author presents the connection between the basic concepts of cybernetics and the ideas presented in detail in the volume "Consonantal Psychology", Paris, 1938-1939. Consonantal psychology views the brain as a thinking machine; it proceeds to the analysis of thinking in a mechanical, modern way and separates distinctly the two primordial categories (psychological and dynamic question). Thus, Dr. Ștefan Odobleja can be considered a forerunner of Artificial Intelligence.

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“CYBERNETCS AND CONSONANTAL PSYCHOLOGY”, YEAR 1975 - Scientific communication at The Third International Congress of Cybernetics and Systems, Bucharest, Romania, August 25-29, 1975 (ASE Bucharest). The paper appeared in Proceedings of Congres (editors J. Rose-UJ and C Bilciu-Romania), Vol. II, section 5 (Communications, Education and Informatics), SPRINGER-VERLAG Berlin, Heidelberg, New York. The author presents the connection between the basic concepts of cybernetics and the ideas presented in detail in the volume "Consonantal Psychology", Paris, 1938-1939. Consonantal psychology views the brain as a thinking machine; it proceeds to the analysis of thinking in a mechanical, modern way and separates distinctly the two primordial categories (psychological and dynamic question). Thus, Dr. Ștefan Odobleja can be considered a forerunner of Artificial Intelligence.

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The Golden Twilight

It was the golden twilight,
When my mother caressed me in delight.
In thoughtless thinking, aimless future, my childhood was shining like lambent moonlight.
In the river of happiness, mountainous innocence, I was the princes of enkindling light.

It was the golden twilight
The time before the youthful moonlight
After the playful sunlight
I welcomed artificial intelligence to guide my innocence’s aplite.
Now in the unfriendly world my childhood and its innocence is hushed in the darkness of the night.
Crimson love, purple kindred, towards gray career, pinkish buddies all evanesced in the melancholy sight.
Longing to have a heart of gold, coloured with juvenile crescent's peacefulness in the scarce twilight.

The golden twilight,
Is the cycle of wishes in the life’s hopeful ignite.
Hope for venerating light,
Princely light,
Unending light.
To return to the shells of memories childhood seashore site.

poem by Jyothsnaphanija Bolla
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Fun Run For Progress

They run, moving forward,
as gazelles, jumping over mountains,
past oceans of agriculture, near lakes
of suburban shacks, temporary Roman villas
that can vanish in smoke,
a badly positioned fart on eyes
deaf and beyond description,
running, steam locomotives, lost
in the provincial sunrise, hostage,
those ignorant fidelities in hill camps, embers
of an infantile disease, covered,
dressed in bourgeois Teflon coatings,
unchanged within, nihilistic newly colored rose,
undeniably native, a steamship in two decks,
decades ago, still not throwing its anchors,
flying over graveyards, subdivisions,
with their customary chapels, without
the cemented crucifixes, engines running
methamphetamine photo galleries,
snapshots, advanced artificial intelligence,

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poem by Artchil Daug
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Mother of Civilization

Her voice calm like a
Meditation of life's many troubled
All day's in demonstration unharm
Mother of civilization saying "people from
All races, religions walks of life in
It's strife "It was as the, she was looking
Though spiritual eye's of the present
Long ago "I know why a someone, out of
Every fun, would damage such pretty
Flowers, but in this world, there's lots of
People suffering because they don't understand
Life's process of maturing prior to their
Circumstances mentally, spiritually
Physically, due to modalities, of prayers
Is a power, that comes to all humans invisible
From the highest tower "it's frank, precisely
No bland" mother of civilization.
This isn't the house, Jack built this is my
House it was built, by God. "Many people
Are still grappling with old issues of evil

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poem by Henry Tolliver
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Here Comes Frankenstein

Climb the faded tower and see
They spliced the genes of fish with tomatoes
They want the tomatoes to look fresh
Supreme Court rules on the side of industry
Intellectual property over nature
They let corporation’s patent life
They are changing species
Creating dominant strains
They can copyright genetically modified products
Clarence Thomas was a Monsanto lawyer
Five too four rulings again and again
Biotechnology runs rampant
Gene splicing on a world level
Coca Cola wants fresh water
They go into poor countries and ruin them
The World Bank supports cash crops
Only one percent of the population benefit
Stockholders and the super rich, real wages decline
Pharmaceutical industry drugs everyone
Globalize the world into corporate fences

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poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Under Control

Please, do not panic. Do not be alarmed.
Relax and make yourself comfortable.
If you remain calm, you will not be harmed.
You will find yourself sustained and stable.
We can provide you perpetual bliss
And dismiss despair if you accept this.
Please, do not find a reason to worry.
There is no need to enter a fury
Of frantic malcontent. Just be peaceful.
Assist your happiness in a hurry.
Everything is under our control.

Your expenses are accommodated.
This is a free trip forward and ahead.
Smile. You are correct to be elated.
Forge to the frontiers yet to be tread.
See a world of options—unmade choices—
That can lead to our unified voices
Saying the same thing—all in unison.
Let us function as your kind liaison.

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