AjO: With us, or no?
"Yea", say I. Such a long goodbye!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Relations
A block, a chip
An obelisk
A rigid, frigid legacy
A kite, a string
A windy spring
A nurtured spirit, soaring free
The heart, the start
The safety net
The daring, young trapeze artiste
The crown, the frown
The little prince
The dilettante, the egoiste
Her love, her shove
Her constancy
Her pride, her joy, her man of men
His bet, his regret
His push all-in
His sheep, into the lion’s den
Your do’s, your don’ts
Your honour code
Your formula for life unbound
Our dumb mistakes
Our double-takes
Our debt to you who laid the ground
An obelisk
A rigid, frigid legacy
A kite, a string
A windy spring
A nurtured spirit, soaring free
The heart, the start
The safety net
The daring, young trapeze artiste
The crown, the frown
The little prince
The dilettante, the egoiste
Her love, her shove
Her constancy
Her pride, her joy, her man of men
His bet, his regret
His push all-in
His sheep, into the lion’s den
Your do’s, your don’ts
Your honour code
Your formula for life unbound
Our dumb mistakes
Our double-takes
Our debt to you who laid the ground
Sunday, October 25, 2009
You Idiom!
You idiom! You aged whine!
Left to… whither? On the vine
A grape, knee-high, like a grass-
Hopper (such a cool rider), crass-
Ly, Marvin, you have leapt us.
In the lochness you have kept us.
You idiom! You nether reg-
Unfairly keep us under siege
Till, as soil, we crumb, bullied;
So Lantern-Green your thumb! Bull! We’d
Be better served an ace (or by it);
Deal us out! Abort! Retry it!
You idiom! You utter nut-
Tin! Soldier, one should pick your butt-
On off, switch—flip you!—hit or mis-
Interpret you… but we’re remiss!
Where’s our beef? Our molly? Cod-
Dulled, our edge—and shot, our wad.
Left to… whither? On the vine
A grape, knee-high, like a grass-
Hopper (such a cool rider), crass-
Ly, Marvin, you have leapt us.
In the lochness you have kept us.
You idiom! You nether reg-
Unfairly keep us under siege
Till, as soil, we crumb, bullied;
So Lantern-Green your thumb! Bull! We’d
Be better served an ace (or by it);
Deal us out! Abort! Retry it!
You idiom! You utter nut-
Tin! Soldier, one should pick your butt-
On off, switch—flip you!—hit or mis-
Interpret you… but we’re remiss!
Where’s our beef? Our molly? Cod-
Dulled, our edge—and shot, our wad.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
A.I.
We think for ourselves, though we think others’ thoughts.
We are held to account, though a count we cannot
Of our biases take, nor our prejudice measure,
Nor fathom our minds’ work when we are at leisure.
Responsible ones (who can only respond
As the ripples react to the stone in the pond);
In charge (as a negative ion is thus);
Controlling ourselves (though our selves make a fuss).
Yet, possessing free will, what possible choice
Do we have but to raise (pre-recorded) our voice?
What choice but from rooftops this maxim to shout:
“Don’t take it so hard! Garbage In, Garbage Out!”
We are held to account, though a count we cannot
Of our biases take, nor our prejudice measure,
Nor fathom our minds’ work when we are at leisure.
Responsible ones (who can only respond
As the ripples react to the stone in the pond);
In charge (as a negative ion is thus);
Controlling ourselves (though our selves make a fuss).
Yet, possessing free will, what possible choice
Do we have but to raise (pre-recorded) our voice?
What choice but from rooftops this maxim to shout:
“Don’t take it so hard! Garbage In, Garbage Out!”
Labels:
accountability,
artificial intelligence,
free will
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