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originally posted by: DOCHOLIDAZE1
a reply to: MaxTamesSiva
when it does skynet will be born
originally posted by: MaxTamesSiva
a reply to: chr0naut
Is AI a transhumanist wetdream? If humans can build one, if we haven't already tried, can we be 100% sure that it will not go Skynet on us? Why build it in the first place, because we can? Are we too lazy or too cynical and jaded to trust another human being?
William Strode (1602-1645) - On Chloris Walking in the Snow
I saw fair Chloris walk alone
Where feathered rain came softly down,
And Jove descended from his tower
To court her in a silver shower;
The wanton snow flew to her breast
Like little birds into their nest,
And overcome with whiteness there
For grief it thawed into a tear,
Thence falling on her garment's hem
For grief it freezed into a gem.
Thomas Hood - Ruth
She stood breast high amid the corn,
Clasped by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.
On her cheek an autumn flush,
Deeply ripened;—such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.
Round her eyes her tresses fell,
Which were blackest none could tell,
But long lashes veiled a light,
That had else been all too bright.
And her hat, with shady brim,
Made her tressy forehead dim;—
Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks:—
Sure, I said, heaven did not mean,
Where I reap thou shouldst but glean,
Lay thy sheaf adown and come,
Share my harvest and my home.
Edward Thomas - If I Should Ever By Chance
IF I should ever by chance grow rich
I'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,
Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,
And let them all to my elder daughter.
The rent I shall ask of her will be only
Each year's first violets, white and lonely,
The first primroses and orchises—
She must find them before I do, that is.
But if she finds a blossom on furze
Without rent they shall all for ever be hers,
Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,
Roses, Pyrgo and Lapwater,—
I shall give them all to my elder daughter.
originally posted by: paraphi
Not a chance for poetry though... Good poetry moves the soul.
Edward Thomas - If I Should Ever By Chance IF I should ever by chance grow rich I'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch, Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater, And let them all to my elder daughter. The rent I shall ask of her will be only Each year's first violets, white and lonely, The first primroses and orchises— She must find them before I do, that is. But if she finds a blossom on furze Without rent they shall all for ever be hers, Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch, Roses, Pyrgo and Lapwater,— I shall give them all to my elder daughter.
originally posted by: theMediator
That poem, I think it's artistically repulsive to no end.
originally posted by: paraphi
That is the point. Good poetry , and even bad, causes emotion. You may be ambivilent, think it's crap, or in the examples I offered, think they are good.
Is humanity more than a set of parameters indoctrinated by personal experience?
originally posted by: paraphi
A computer could not write poetry because it lacks humanity.
originally posted by: theMediator
a reply to: paraphi
I agree to disagree.
There is virtue in standing by our opinions