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Days of Dim (part III)

Submitted by Eumolpus on Fri, 2018-03-23 17:59

Soft skinned androids will breast feed
Newborns of enhanced gene generations;
They will conceive of pleasure domes serene.

And they shall be as giants of creation
Arrogant to be as the gods have been
Where all that is is imagination.

The whole of history to days of dim,
Nature will eclipse to computer chips.
It is late in the hour of the transformation!

Jehovah’s plan was survival by greed-
The big creatures eat the smaller breeds;
Salvation at last! Onward to plan B!

Last few words:

This is the third poem of seven in a collection called "Days of Dim". Each poem in this collection uses the term, but in totally different time periods and ideas. I should dedicate this one to Stephan Hawkins, who in the last months before his death warned that artificial intelligence and genetic engineering was by far largest leap in human history, like the invention of fire. He also considered it the greatest threat. Either way, it's plan B. "Pleasure domes" is a reference to Kubla Khan, as the archetype of the imagination.

Editing stage:

Editing - rough draft

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lovedly

Thu, 2020-06-18 06:38

hello

Eumolpus
where have you been
missing you like
the EASTERN
SUN RISING HILL

now sun is about to settle
in the far WEST

Eumolpus

Sat, 2020-06-27 17:14

Hi

I've been taking a break as many participants do in this site, but soon will return. A lot has happened since my mother died of Covid in April. I've been working on translations and doing ekphrastic creativity workshops on zoom. I'm writing again now. I have a website coming soon. Hope you are well. will catch up soon.
Eumolpus

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

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Eumolpus

Sat, 2020-06-27 17:14

Hi

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

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Gracy

Sun, 2020-06-21 14:38

I've been following your

I've been following your first poems and this one leaves me intrigued. Of course I admire Stephen Hawkin, my son died aged 29 of MND/ALS same as this wonderful scientist. I understand that Nature will always win over humankind, which is what is happening right now. I don't understand the tercet below, do you mean that chips will win? Don't think so.

The whole of history to days of dim,
Nature will eclipse to computer chips.
It is late in the hour of the transformation!

Enjoyed all the same, your poem makes one think, thanks for that, Gracy

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Eumolpus

Sat, 2020-06-27 17:16

Thanks

I've been away fro the site for a while, thanks for your comments! ...see you soon. I hope one day even in Patagonia. I want to go so badly. Maybe a year from now?

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

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Days of Dim (part III)