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D.H. Lawrence
The Triumph of the Machine
They talk of the triumph of the machine,
but the machine will never triumph.
Out of the thousands and thousands of centuries of man
the unrolling of ferns, white tongues of the acanthus lapping at the sun,
5 for one sad century
machines have triumphed, rolled us hither and thither,
shaking the lark's nest till the eggs have broken.
Shaken the marshes, till the geese have gone
and the wild swans flown away singing the swan-song at us.
10 Hard, hard on the earth the machines are rolling,
but through some hearts they will never roll.
The lark nests in his heart
and the white swan swims in the marshes of his loins,
and through the wide prairies of his breast a young bull herds his cows,
15 lambs frisk among the daisies of his brain.
And at last
all these creatures that cannot die, driven back
into the uttermost corners of the soul,
will send up the wild cry of despair.
20 The thrilling lark in a wild despair will trill down arrows from the sky,
the swan will beat the waters in rage, white rage of an enraged swan,
even the lambs will stretch forth their necks like serpents,
like snakes of hate, against the man in the machine:
even the shaking white poplar will dazzle like splinters of glass against him.
25 And against this inward revolt of the native creatures of the soul
mechanical man, in triumph seated upon the seat of his machine
will be powerless, for no engine can reach into the marshes and depths of a man.
So mechanical man in triumph seated upon the seat of his machine
will be driven mad from within himself, and sightless, and on that day
30 the machines will turn to run into one another
traffic will tangle up in a long-drawn-out crash of collision
and engines will rush at the solid houses, the edifice of our life
will rock in the shock of the mad machine, and the house will come down.
Then, far beyond the ruin, in the far, in the ultimate, remote places
35 the swan will lift up again his flattened, smitten head
and look round, and rise, and on the great vaults of his wings
will sweep round and up to greet the sun with a silky glitter of a new day
and the lark will follow trilling, angerless again,
and the lambs will bite off the heads of the daisies for very friskiness.
40 But over the middle of the earth will be the smoky ruin of iron
the triumph of the machine.
Originally posted by saturnine_sweet
I don't agree with that take, I think it just means one common language....however...if you want to take the computer angle...we are slowly moving towards organic and DNA based computing...as well as making inroads in mapping electronics into the nervous system...Id say you could look at DNA as a living language to be used in conjunction with technological biomodification, if you wanted a living programming language.
Originally posted by saturnine_sweet
As for the guidestones...Id venture a guess that the people they are supposed to mean something to, they mean something to. Whether its a sinister group that communicates through symbols and keywords...or just a few fools who have lost touch with reality...I dont think they were meant as a clue to upcoming radical changes of reality...only the hope for radical changes of society.