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Biometrics (or biometric authentication) refers to the identification of humans by their characteristics or traits. Biometrics is used in computer science as a form of identification and access control. It is also used to identify individuals in groups that are under surveillance.

Biometric identifiers are the distinctive, measurable characteristics used to label and describe individuals. Biometric identifiers are often categorized as physiological versus behavioral characteristics. A physiological biometric would identify by one’s voice, DNA, hand print or behavior. Behavioral biometrics are related to the behavior of a person, including but not limited to: typing rhythm, gait, and voice. Some researchers have coined the term behaviometrics to describe the latter class of biometrics.

By Cristine Brache.

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I know what I hate.
bt I know what I ate.
that could go viral
work it out baby.

i gave my gestures
a bunch of hi-fives
and my lines
a grouch of heroic
defeats that smelt
like I’m a defecate.

By Will Burke.

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O pink puck, you buck, hurl; maenad Odette
Whirling out the jewel box. Frou-frou roulette,
Tricking probability. O rah-rah’d
Neon imp, you out-fox flexible bounds,

Tempestuous flea, fugitive judo,
Impeccable feat. In the final beats,
You flourish like a grinning flamingo,
Big eyes to the bleachers, big empty seats.

By Francine Elena.

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Modernism in Bulgaria contradicted the totalitarian doctrine known as “socialist realism.” Even though some scholars claim that socialist realism began as an avant garde offshoot of modernism, the two approaches conflict. This led to repression against many modernist writers by both extremely left-wing and extremely right-wing regimes. Modernism means “freedom” above all, followed by “individualism.” The first stage in Bulgarian modernism is called “individualism.” Freedom and individualism are the two things totalitarianism hates the most. Modernism was marginalised after the Second World War. During the 1960s, due to the partial liberalisation of the totalitarian regime in Bulgaria, some modernist writers were rehabilitated and interest in their work was revived. But true interest in modernism began at the end of the totalitarian epoch, when new postmodern literature used the foundation of modernism as its stepping stone.

In the 95th of the Maintenant series, SJ Fowler interviews the Bulgarian poet Ivan Hristov.

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Then he asked me
how things were with us.
I told him
that our
Christianity
was more conservative
and more mystical,
and that we don’t
talk much
about our problems.
He was amazed.
I didn’t dare
tell him
that for 45 years
we didn’t have God at all

By Ivan Hristov.

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empty-headed
follies one down an alley
no pangs of conscience
sleeps like a log
if once he knew
love, sin and all enter fables
would never bleed for affection

truth pays him a visit
teaching to unlearn
he disbelieves with impotent Phew, phew
her you, idiot
degraded forever

saunters back to his car
drives off

By Julia Ciesielska.

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the seven angled fluid room of thought
expands to writhe upon the page

with livid river slant a frame of stone and
craft an anvil mantle shifted crane

upon an age of withered scale the
flinted names of things escapes

the night of blue and grey
beneath the oval moon

By José Hernández Díaz.

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We corralled molested children
Filled balloons with their tepid wheezes
And crammed their empty bodies
With bricks to weigh them down.

When they bulldoze our burial sites
They’ll unearth humble things
Churches of breezeblock and broken
Furniture simulating death.

By Gary J. Shipley.

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To tell the truth I did not know that story

until two years after I had paid $80 for the taupe pears

and their stems next to my body, a bluer green

than the one in the drawing. The stippling

of blood underneath it was pink and convincing

but soon healed off. This was in Ann Arbor. I was eighteen—

No, nineteen, but eighteen when I remember it.

We had walked all day, my friend and I, speaking

to body artists as though we were litigators. We forced

them to draw sample sketches of produce

that we criticized and then refused. And kept walking.

Maybe selectivity is forgivable in context

of the permanence we sought after.

By Jacqueline Lucile Tiven.

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4. Octavio Paz

Parabola of movement
Objects & apparitions
Daily fire
Ustica
Nagarjuna
Key of Water

5. William Carlos Williams (late)

Paper by Mailliol, no kiddin’
O let the seeds be planted
December bird in the bare tree
Under a low sky
Nine truckloads of jewels
Kitten! Kitten! grown woman

By Mark Young.

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