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I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually programming harmony like pure water touching clear sky. I like to think (right now, please!) of a cybernetic forest filled with pines and electronics where deer stroll peacefully past computers as if they were flowers with spinning blossoms. I like to think (it has to be!) of a cybernetic ecology where we are free of our labors and joined back to nature, returned to our mammal brothers and sisters, and all watched over by machines of loving grace. Richard Brautigan - All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace Pic: Interior of a Stanford torus, painted by Donald E. Davis

"All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace" is a poem by Richard Brautigan. It presents an enthusiastic description of a technological utopia in which machines improve and protect the lives of humans. The poem has counterculture and hippie themes, influenced by Cold War-era technology. It has been interpreted both as utopian and as an ironic critique of the utopia it describes. It is Brautigan's most frequently reprinted poem. In 2024, American artificial intelligence (AI) researcher and entrepreneur Dario Amodei published "Machines of Loving Grace," an essay imagining future scenarios where AI optimistically transform society. Amodei, who cofounded Anthropic, describes how AI systems with superhuman capabilities could radically improve physical and mental health, economic development, international relations, and the meaning of work for humanity.

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Oh you sweet summer child! Haven't you realized it all by now?

To borrow from Computer Science: Eveyrthing's an API.

The mysterious third group: «یه توپ دارم قلقلیه» poetry. The alternative rock band Ween is a GOAT in this genre.

فلسفه خواندید که پساانسان شوید از خویش برون، ماشینِ جهان شوید روحِ بشر را به زباله بسپرید در خدمتِ میلِ ماشین‌ها شوید نی به تنِ روحِ مطلق لباسی شوید بل در دلِ ماشین، یکی‌کاره شوید مرگِ انسان را به جشن آمده‌اید از عقلِ هگلی به خشم آمده‌اید مرگِ مؤلف شنیدید و مؤلف شدید در نفیِ معنا، خودِ معنا شدید دلوز خواندید که ریزوم شوید از قیدِ هویت همه گم شوید سوژه شکستید، خود سوژه شدید از «من» گریختید و «من»ی دیگر شدید سوژه چو مرد، میل به میدان بزن بر لاشه انسان، خطِ پرواز بزن هستی به تفاوت سپردید، چه نیک شد «امرِ صیرورت» همه چیز، لیک کو آن «شدن» ناب و بی‌غایت‌تان؟ کو خطّ گریز از خطابات‌تان؟ گفتید که هویت، برساخته‌ست، آفرین پس جنسیتِ شما شد چهارصد و سی‌امین بدن به سیاست سپردید، عجب «بدنِ بی‌ارگان» شد شعارِ هر شب هگل به زباله‌دانِ تاریخ رود روحِ مطلقش در سرِ خود باد رود تاریخ نه روح است و نه غایتِ ما تاریخ، شتاب است و فرارِ ما سرمایه خود ماشینِ بی‌رحمِ اوست انسان فقط وقفه‌ای در راه اوست

Fair point. let me see if I can take a crack at it:

This is the greatest piece of poetry published since "یه توپ دارم قلقلیه"

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Ultimately poetry can be classified into two groups: Schizorants and Blog-posting William Blake? Schizorant Sylvia Plath? Blog-posting Samuel Taylor Coleridge? Schizorant T.S. Eliot? Blog-posting Dante larps himself as a schziorant poet but it's really a blog-poster poet in disguise