Грот-Кровь с кислородом

Каста — Корабельная песня

Многоточие - кукушка

Многоточие - Синий дым

Playing with an old impro:
https://soundcloud.com/clhmusic/where-have-you-been
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Gopher's philosophy
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I got one path, one groove, one god-dang tool,
‘Cause fifty ways to crank a socket is just cruel.
Choice overdose? That’s a junkie’s fate—
Strip it down, keep it lean, before the rot’s too late.

He hollers: “Simplicity? Kid, it ain’t plain.”
It’s cutting every sugar coat ’til only bone remains.
Slice the syntactic fat, dump the glitter confetti,
Sling a syntax you can parse at three-a.m.—steady.

Channels hum like steel-string twang,
No race-condition noise in that concurrency gang.
Pass, don’t share—keep your state on the move,
Let the scheduler shuffle while you lock in the groove.

Maps? Interfaces? Tight like twelve-bar time,
Orthogonal parts in a modular rhyme.
If two features tango in each other’s face,
You boot one out—rhythm’s tighter with the empty space.

Docs are gospel, silence is code—
Verbose cruft is a debt forever owed.
So write for the poor sucker who inherits your mess;
Empathy’s punk as hell—tattoo it on your tests.

He nuked the sugar-high extras—operator over-load?
Hell no. Generics back then? “Not ’til the case gets sold.”
Because packing every Swiss-army blade in the core
Turns a surgeon’s scalpel into hardware store décor.

Keep it small, keep it sharp, keep it sane—
Complexity’s a siren with a rust-flaked chain.
Simplicity’s complicated, yeah, it’ll bruise your pride,
But the blues ain’t sweet without the grit inside.

So pour that Go-brew neat, zero garnish, no ice—
Code like you mean it, and pay the damn price.
′Cause the simplest tune, when you bend it just right,
Cuts deeper than the loudest prog-rock night.


Многоточие - Что стоит

Kir Rechicki