THE DR. ELIZABETH PINE-RUMELHART CENTER FOR RESEARCH ON THE PINE-
RUMELHART THEORY OF PSYCHOLINGUISTIC AND INTERPERSONAL COGNITION
AND NERVOUS PSYCHOLINGUISTIC BREAKS
Hypothesis: Essentially, we are saying that the interactive activation model of letter recognition (McClelland & Rumelhart 1981), which indicates that feature detector neurons respond to oriented lines, not templates, is the same way we fall in love.
Hypothesis: A person can fall in love with a person. With a letter. This is independent of sound.
Hypothesis: A letter is loved in terms of all its potential roles in a phoneme, a family.
Hypothesis: The soul is a series of features. It can be read. If no one reads your soul, it is not really there.
Hypothesis: Relationship quality is unrelated to the level of activation because relationships rely on semantic and syntactical value. Like how you can read words without their vowels.
Hypothesis: Recognition is parallel. Meaning you can love several things all at once.
Hypothesis: Once the feature detectors are activated, in a parallel manner, it is then we can recognize potential roles in a phoneme.
Hypothesis: A person can fall in love with a letter. An emotional affair can occur.
Hypothesis: Betty breaks. H HE H HE HA RT H E
Hypothesis: Betty says it is like blinking. Every time she comes to the lab the lines re-orient.
Hypothesis: Betty, can you read? Betty’s feature detectors fire, sputter. H HE AT EA TH HH HH HA RT
Hypothesis: Betty recognizes crossbars. Her love is a crossbar heavy love.
Hypothesis: Betty will never recover if we keep giving her crossbar stimuli: H HR HE HA AR ER EA ER H T T H HE HA hear hart.
Hypothesis: Betty becomes mute. Affection can be taught to little scientists.
FROM THE DESK OF DR. ELIZABETH PINE-RUMELHART
I thought only plastics could melt.
Why? Come here.
Betty bled-blued, Betty boo-booed,
Betty became classic.
Lines not re-orienting around an axis but
drooping, becoming nocturnes
all over my concrete
floor, a cult of platonic forms turned
tiny nocturnes, come here.
Betty Yes Come here A song
about parentheses. T’s drooping.
Bettes cut holes in her cuffs. Classical cognitive theory.
Betty cooed Come here Come concave
to cultural spasm men
to silent k’s, a braid
is a thickness you can never observe all the parts of.
Quantum physics dictates that braids can never truly be so
Betty baked a cadence, begged to be placated.
A braid is a learned behavior like
melting and saying come here.
Being indivisible is a learned behavior or
being sordid, being draconian, being a mixologist
—those, too. Lactating?
Come here.
Being a nocturne, being a cricket,
boo-booing elbows and baked behaviors,
being succulent and being vacuous.
Like eating things that are copper
or blackened or soaked or coated,
Betty’s legs braided, Betty cooed,
eat me, cricket,
become a classic.
THE LAB ASSISTANT’S DRAFT
The Center
late accused of dismemberment
experiments begs
in the name of science
remember
a letter is not a life
has no soul
this is Dr. Pine’s
official position
no she is not sick
no she will not appear for questioning
the isolation and quarantine
of features is a necessary
step in the progress of
nervous psycholinguistic break science
it may be cruel
but so too
is the letter lover affliction
the suffering of our citizens
LAB NOTES
no letters I knew looked like a thorned rope
but then when the feature detectors started going off
so many felt that way
the L dripped paisley patterned blood on my boots
this my golden age of latticed lightning