2.15.2012

a poem for today

a poem for today, 15 February 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of 6 sentences and its image]
A revolution without dancing is not a revolution worth having.
They were too close to the door to close it.
In the back seat was a fur coat, and in the street was blood mixed with car fluid, nail polish, lip gloss, baby booties, a toy piano, condoms, and a collection of music on compact disc by Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Vacuous suavity remains the abiding deficiency of self-consciously ‘good’ writing.
One is always responsible for one's position as a subject.
Thus, by building robots, our intention is to learn something about intelligence, and not so much to build technologically sophisticated robots.

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