Wrecknology
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When practicality as focus of
Our education trounces fictive things
Like symphonies, we just may turn to love
Of poetry and painting, what has wings
That lift the human higher than the moon.
Since Kitty Hawk and railways rammed by steam,
Since gas raised up the first hot-air balloon,
Technologies alone have reigned supreme
Above the arts. Do not forget that long
Before the arrowhead was chipped from stone,
We loved our chanting and our love of song.
Our birthright is the arts. It needs its throne.
When AI and computers do their worst,
The people will respond with rhymes that burst . . . the worst.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2024 | TE |