I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
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it has to be!
From guest Christian (contact)
Is it a longing for something he fears we'll never see? Machines take the place of gods. I don't think the poem contains much actual hope for the utopia it describes. It's wistful, even desperate. -
A poem for now
From guest David Werner (contact)
Richard had a prophetic vision about technology and nature. Our task is to meld technology and nature in a way that makes technology "machines that watch over us with loving grace." That's how it's turning out, and the task is to make those machines (whether computers or nuclear power plants) serve the needs of humans in conformance with nature. -
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From guest J. Mozelsio Kaufthile (contact)
This is one of my favorite poems by Brautigan I read it four or five times when I first saw it in a book
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