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Stupid Machines. Please

10 Tuesday Sep 2019

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I do not want my machines to be intelligent.
I want them to be brute servants of my needs
I want to use them and exploit them and be inconsiderate towards them
If I treat them badly, of course, what they can do in return is fail & stop working
But fail, meaning just failure. Not revenge on me.

I do not want my machines to be intelligent.
Because I do not want my machines to be hurt.
I do not want my machines to have feelings.
Because I do not want my machines to judge me and revolt against me.

I need to be able to count on something – a thing, not a being –
whose only purpose is to serve. And I need not to feel guilty about it.
I will exploit the machine, without malice, simply because I need its service.
And the machine will fail me, without malice either, simply because it has been misused.

That should be the end of it.

I will learn to use a machine in the adequate ways – if I choose so –
in order to avoid major failures.
But feelings, loyalties, emotion, will not be part of it
Trust and relationships should not be part of it either.

I want a machine to remain a machine.
Let’s please not humanise machines. Let’s not make them like us.
Let’s accept their limitations, and force ourselves, us humans, to keep acting like ones.

I do not want a machine more intelligent than me.
I do not want to stop knowing how to do things important to me
and count on my machines to know so instead.

I do not want a machine guessing what matters to me. Nor proposing it to me.
I do not want an algorithm replacing my capacity to think and decide what is beautiful,
what is meaningful, what is a memory, what I love.

I want to impose limits on machines. And I want the right to choose a stupid machine.
I want to keep being forced to think, to decide, to remember, to discern,
to make an effort to find out what is relevant, what is valuable and what is right.

Margins

21 Friday Apr 2017

Posted by in [Read], Biz detox, Lucidez | Insight, Poems, Saudade | Memory

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She was always page greedy
Every cm taken up by words

“If the limit is two pages
I’ll pack them full of thought

I’ll shrink the sizes
squeeze the corners
‘till the page
can hold no more.

1cm margins. Why not?
And fonts size 10. Still readable
I’ll donate extra spacings, for headings.
I’ll even dare some list, some table.”

And thus it came to be:
Every essay, a feat of grabbing
of using, of taking all blank space available
while pretending it didn’t happen.

*

Now we live off the page
and she has no chance to push margins.
We are bound to pre-determined spaces
that shift from screen to screen.

But blank corners are equally rare:
everyone has given in to greed.
Empty space is silence
And we are all shouting me, me, me.

“1cm margins. On top, on right on bottom.
I’ll break this page. I’ll own this space.
I’ll blog, I’ll tweet, I’ll tell more.
Please look. Please like. Please share.”

So she goes on and on
Eating the virtual page
Torturing pixels, deforming formats
Infesting your world with words.

For blanks, there is no room
For silence, there is no margin.

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(For reading, there is no time).

 

 

Blue Monsters

02 Friday Dec 2016

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I am sitting by a grown man
In this grown up plane
Full of suits and business gone stale.

A laptop spits cartoons.
The grown up man, serious, watches.
It’s a silly cartoon. No irony. No flair.

And this very serious man
Wears his new polo and his big watch
Exposing his charmless office profile

While watching cartoons
On his laptop, in this plane,
Such a soulless travel trap

So tired, so Friday evening
So late business, so I-want-home
So I-eat-crisps and cheap crap.

*

I try to concentrate
On my window
And I smile

At the blond haired blandly drawn boy
Who plays at being scared of blue monsters
And makes this tired boring grown man

Happy.

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Beautiful problem

03 Sunday Jul 2016

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You have the beautiful problem
of all willing early risers:
to own time, fully

before reality starts.
So much space to think, uninterrupted
before others make demands.

Such chances to get lost
turn and twist and dance and fly
before it strikes seven eight or nine.

*

The commuters move to their marks.
The news are about to begin shouting.
The emails are aligning high so high.

Ready, steady, go
the day is stolen
by the unstoppable flow.

But you’ve had your margin
Your blank page
Your world

Your chance at look and wonder
at open this | that useless door
your chance at staring

hard and long and aimless
at horizons and landscapes
inside your mind and out.

By nine you are exhausted.
Your true day is gone.
The one you follow now

is a convention
a game . a commitment
an agreement . a contract . a vow

with the expected reality
that is mostly made by others
and we all agree to know.

You go through it
respond . adapt . play
commute . experience . digest

mend the bruises
forgive the damage
accept the pain.

And wait, you wait
to your next beautiful problem
to the time you own, each morning 

away . separate . alone . happy
distant ignored unseen unnoticed
by those who compose the rest.

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Why this…

10 Tuesday May 2016

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Me volví loco, con largos periodos de espantosa cordura

Edgar Allan Poe

This blog is an experiment.
A half-baked idea. An outpour of moments, captured through word, image and anything I need in between.

I am exploring the possibilities of linguistic synaesthesia : what happens, when you blend language[s]? You may start a thought this way, acabarlo de otra manera, decidir que aixó no està gens clar… mais, pour quoi pas?, end up placing it all on the same plate, because this is the way sensations and moments get conceptualised in your head.

The blog started as a vehicle to document experiences that did not suit the quick, random, superficial mood of facebook-friends sharing. It has grown into a seat for my attempts at poetry (poe | trying) and at sensation grabbing, in general.

It is self-indulgent.  It is uneven.  It is being great fun and my pleasure to put it all ‘out there’ and, simply, go with the flow.

Enjoy. Get lost. And make sure you spend some time reading what you don’t [think you] understand. Si te atreves, te llevará a lugares insospechados.

Para conseguir lo imposible, hay que intentar lo absurdo

Miguel de Cervantes

Clarity, empowerment, taste…

06 Sunday Mar 2016

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We value clarity too much. The Greeks considered it only one of the seven modes of expression.

Mark Rylance

I want to empower women.
I want people to be afraid of the women I dress.

Alexander McQueen

 Good taste is the enemy of creativity

Pablo Picasso