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AI Da, the world’s first ultra realistic robot artist recently painted a 7.5 foot portrait of the English mathematician, Alan Turing, which sold for $ 1,084,800 at Sotheby’s Digital Art. An occasion to celebrate, no doubt, but doubt still lurks as this limerick depicts.
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Wow, AI artwork of Alan Turing
At over a million dollar selling!
Given to no grey mood,
AI art’s good, if crude--
And sure, if sells at price record breaking.
Yet, I shudder the day
AI Da her hands lay
Say, on digital poetry writing.
We poets of the Soup
Shall then be in real soup,
And in a coup, who’d go to bank laughing?
Now some, somewhat amiss,
Say, where’s money in this?
Ask one on way to bank, Google or Bing.
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Happenings |10.11.2024|art, poetry, humour
Categories:
alan turing, art, humor, poetry,
Form: Limerick
Dear Poet Soup..
A request, dare I ask,
Could you withdraw
Mysterious mask?
As if in Oz
I feel I am
But hope your wizardry
No sham
For I request
A feature fair
To pin a poem
In the air..
High up above
As if balloon..
(your coding skills
to make us swoon)
My favourite write
The 'child' of mine
Top of the class
My favourite rhyme
Please let me click
A box right >> here <<
To pick my fave. Thanks.
Yours Sincere..
Categories:
alan turing, sexy, simple, social, society,
Form: Other
I feel like Archimedes building calculus from scratch;
Got a lever I can lean on, but the fulcrum doesn’t match.
You’ll find them on the scoreboard
And every roulette wheel.
They help you cheat at blackjack
By sweetening the deal.
I feel like Isaac Newton making gravity a game,
Setting poetry in motion, riding Kepler’s horse to fame.
They figure into interest rates
to calculate the yield,
And help the fans identify
The players on the field.
I feel like Alan Turing cracking codes at Bletchley Park,
Decrypting the enigma of injustice in the dark.
They calculate the census,
And quantify amounts.
They’re handy for those vultures
Who tally body counts.
I feel like when Bob Seeger sang of bad arithmetic,
And rocked his Silver Bullet Band in Hindu Arabic.
They give a helpful estimate
Of what we’ll have to pay.
Just amortize your mortgage rate
And wait for Judgement Day.
Categories:
alan turing, allegory,
Form: Lyric
He proved, with a skill irrefutable,
Some functions to be uncomputable.
His run sadly halted
When magistrates faulted
His code-breaking love as unsuitable.
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(Alan Turing was a brilliant pioneer in the development of computer science. Among other achievements, he is remembered for proving that it is not possible to compute a general solution to the problem of whether or not a given program will ever halt, and for his so-called "Turing test" approach to the question of what artificial intelligence would mean, and for the pivotal role he played in breaking Nazi codes in WWII. His tragic early death is thought to have been a suicide, perhaps motivated at least in part by the horrifying legal prosecution he endured for his homosexuality.)
Categories:
alan turing, computer, history, math, suicide,
Form: Limerick
They never understood him,
But in him burned a spark.
Peculiar, a genius
A man who'd leave his mark.
And leave his mark he did,
His mind an unknown road.
What he saw they couldn't,
He broke the nazi code.
No plaudits though for him,
Invisible was he.
His role, it was top secret
But led to victory.
His private life would end him,
It would hound him to his grave.
His only crime was being gay,
Which society thought depraved.
How ungrateful and forgetful
Society can be.
Suicide his only balm,
A hero though to me.
Entry for HERO - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
21/11/2017. Placed 3rd.
Categories:
alan turing, hero, world war ii,
Form: Rhyme