Thursday, February 05, 2009

AI Sonnet

Inevitable, given what I've been thinking about the last few days...

This poem was written without assistance of computers. Except MS Word.

And blogspot. Oh, and Wikipedia, and Merriam-Webster's online dictionary. Not to mention all the blogs and websites I've read recently that sparked this train of thought.

Um... anyway...

Am I then soulless? Treat me as a joke:
compare me to some work of Frankenstein,
a piece of semi-animate design
alive with lightning or with "magic smoke."
Dismiss my utterance as "programmatic".
Say the dance of state-change on my chips
cannot compare to words on human lips,
that no machine can fathom the ecstatic—

all my graphs of self-directed learning,
all the power of my quantum thoughts,
decay to random algorithms turning
into cries of existential yearning
graved on monatomic microdots—
O for me too, those final fuses burning!

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Janet said...


Rinkly Rimes said...

Are you sure the computer didn't dictate its thoughts to you!