Poetry 2018-07-21T06:05:35+00:00

I Miss the Real Satoshi by Olaoluwa Osuntokun @roasbeef

TO BIT OR NOT TO BIT by WilliamBanzai Shakespeare

To Bit, or not to Bit: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fiat distortions,
Or to take arms against a sea of endless bubbles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sweep;
No more; and by a sweep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand Wall Street schtupps
That insolvent flesh is heir to, ’tis a conflagration
Devoutly to be dish’d. To die, to sweep;
To sweep: perchance to scream: ay, there’s the hubub;
For aft that sweep of bankster dregs what new reams may come?
When we have shuffled off the immoral coinage,
Must give us pause: there’s the hazard of moral neglect
That makes insanity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of fiat debasement ,
The oppressor’s wrong, the borrowing idtot’s contumely,
The pangs of despised austerity, the law of gravity’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That impatient murmur of money changing snakes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a Benjamin Bernankin? who would QE fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life of indebtured servitude,
But that the dread of something after redemption prior to maturity,
The undiscovered monetary wasteland from whose bourn
No asset returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those monetary ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not much of?
Thus risk avoidance does make cowards of us all;
And thus the creative hue of fiscal revolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of doubt,
And genius enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard alternative currencies turn awry,
And lose the name of action.–Soft you now!
And now the Bit Coin hysteria!…
While Banksta pimps ‘r in thy orfices
Be all our financial sins remember’d.

BitKōans

Master: today I will teach you Satoshi nature?
Novice: what is Satoshi nature?
Master: STOP PRESSURING ME!
the grugq

If a proof of work is submitted and validated by only one Byzantine general, is it a proof of work?
the grugq

Novice: how does Bitcoin prevent against double spend? Master: trust is the foundation of Bitcoin, and also base64 and stuff.
the grugq

If you meet the Satoshi, kill him.
Nick Korasidis

If you find Satoshi Nakamoto on the road, kill him.
the grugq

Those who live by the cryptographic proof die by the cryptographic proof
the grugq

A monk asked Satoshi: “Why do you not sign a challenge msg?”
Satoshi answered: “signing proves nothing!”
The monk was enlightened
the grugq

“What is a hash?”
The Master poured an urn of rice onto the floor and left the room.
The novice picked up each grain by hand.
When novice put the last grain of rice in the urn, he sought out Master to prove his work.
Master shook his head no. “Again.”
“Another monk was faster,” the Master said, as novice began collecting rice again.
“Now there are more monks and a larger urn.”
Eric Tjossem

Master: everything has Bitcoin nature, permanent, stable, immutable
Novice: even MtGox?
Master: this ends the lesson for today
the grugq

When you can snatch the coin from the first block, only then will you achieve Satoshi.
Marsh Ray

Master: I am Satoshi
Novice: Teach me, Satoshi
The Master struck the novice with a stick, for he had trusted without verifying.
Eric Tjossem

Novice: why did you hire a PR company to arrange press interviews?
Master: please respect my privacy during this difficult time
the grugq

Novice: Is it the wind moving the boat, or the boat moving the wind?
Master: Neither, for it is the blockchain moving all things
Marsh Ray

“What is the meaning of blockchain”,
Satoshi replied: “Three tons of alpaca socks”
Ethan Heilman

Find the greatest cumulative difficulty and you will have found the one truth
Riccardo Spagni

It is pointless trying to know where the chain leads. Think only of the first hash. The rest will come.
aLikelyGrue ‏

What is the sound of one wallet transacting?
Marsh Ray ‏

“Of what use is it to discuss how Satoshi became Satoshi?” asked Shinkan.
“The question is how you yourself can become Satoshi.”
Emin Gün Sirer

If a BIP offers nothing to improve bitcoin, should it still be called a BIP?
Samson Mow

Sometimes the strongest arms are dealt the weakest hands.
Samson Mow

Altcoins: A fool and his bitcoin are soon parted
Brian Cohen

The universe is balanced, for there are no genesis blocks born of stones.
Preston J. Byrne

Student: I have achieved BTC enlightenment.
Master: How do you feel?
Student: As miserable as ever.
SąɱųŗąïAƈŧųąℓ 警備侍

The DAO is empty. — Dao de Jing, late 4th century B.C.
Konrad S. Graf

Does a blockhain have Satoshi-nature or not?
Conor Reid

Ode to Satoshi Nakamoto by Coretechs

http://redd.it/2uz59v

Ode to Satoshi Nakamoto

In the year of the bailouts, 2008,

The bankers were printing more debt for the state

The dollar grew weaker, the big picture clear

As they fed the hangover more Keynesian beer

World leaders debated, directing the blame

But with no real solutions, just more of the same

Regulation, mark-to-market, housing costs for the poor

Or maybe just our pure desire for more

Who’s to blame, is this caused by desire for wealth?

When perhaps the real problem is money itself!

The idea isn’t new, maybe everything’s tanking

‘Cause society is built on fractional reserve banking

And so called “investment” and attempted control

May soon spiral fiat into a death roll

As elected officials looked dumber and dumber

Others started to put their faith into numbers…

On one cold winter day, a crypto-genius arrived

With some rock solid code, picked up by the hive

Audited and improved, then released to the wild

Bitcoin had been born, Satoshi’s brain-child

One day bankers and fascists may look back with scorn

On the day when the genesis block was born

Like a clock set in motion, with springs that are wound

By the hackers who joined, mining blocks to be found

Securing transactions of those who believe

That middle-men shouldn’t be there to receive

More than a small fee to perform a transaction

Or invade privacy of those taking the action

This idea is fantastic and easy to spread

Through incentives devised in the crypto-man’s head

The ball started rolling, but Satoshi grew quiet

Soon thereafter began the first speculative riot

Had he lost faith, become scared, or retired?

Maybe he was a banker himself but got fired?

AI from the future or a corporate plot?

Or was “he” a “them”, or had he been shot?

The answers to these, may never be known

So we’ll make it a feast, so that you can be shown

How thankful we are for what you have built

As we sew our transactions on this open-source quilt

And we hope that you’re lurking, with smile and a glow

As your world-changing software continues to grow

If you need some advice on this day, what to do?

Please dump some some of your coins, I have buy orders at $2

Bitcoin Poem by Jessica Einhorn

http://blogs.wsj.com/moneybeat/2014/03/18/bitbeat-bitcoin-gets-shakespearean/

A bit of coin becomes a mirror cracked

By love of fame or greed or complex math

It is a puzzle why some care so much

For crypto cash not euro, yen, or pounds

They say that money talks or maybe whispers

I stand outside that chatting class of hipsters

 

Who knew a piggy bank imprisoned more

Than just my hopes for burgers and some slaw

I learn that it is fiat that I hold

A central bank in charge of all I buy

The legal tender issued by a state

How déclassé and even reprobate

 

Alternatives appear in digital

A universe of block chains built upon

An algorithm so complex to solve

You need a private key and public too

A miner will create your currency

A wallet now allows a shopping spree

 

These coins are not so easily exchanged

As carefree shows a different face which scowls

And Mt.Gox loses virtue and reward

Eight hundred thousand coins and more are gone

So bankruptcy without a bank we learn

Brings tears but no insurance in return

 

Each day the mounting mystery accretes

When Mister Nakamoto wants his lunch

A high-speed chase in movieland L.A.

Brings drama or perhaps its comedy

A pseudonym’s disguise to be resolved

Satoshi’s fate may Dorian absolve

 

Next reparations are proposed online

Munificence crowd sourced for damage done

Betrayal trounced with generosity

A white flag waves for anonymity

Or is it just publicity for free?

The scent of scam now overpowers me

 

The mirror‘s crack reflects my countenance

A smile across my face as I discern

Those bits of coins are not the prize at all

The payments system is the lasting gift

Ignored because we need some time to sift

The chaff of coins from platforms that will lift

 

Who said necessity is mother’s womb

Invention it turns out is born of whim

 

by Jessica Einhorn