Ramblings on Turning 55

What will survive from this present time?

Will poets continue to write

Long into the night?

Or will rhyme of the human kind

Be replaced by robots who trot out rhymes

Of indifferent kinds.

 

Rhyme of the human kind will survive

And continue to thrive.

While for better or worse

Robots will write verse.

But who owns what a robot writes?

 

The red pillar box will go, although

A few will remain to show

That there was mail long before email.

 

The world will move ever faster.

I hope eccentricity will survive and thrive

When I am no longer alive

And that man can live on

When I am gone

For I am of humanity

6 thoughts on “Ramblings on Turning 55

    1. K Morris Poet's avatarK Morris Poet Post author

      I’m pleased you like my poem, Vivienne. I guess that whoever owns the robot would also own whatever it produces, unless the company supplying the machine specified otherwise. However, if we get to the sci-fi vision (as reality) where robots are conscious (whatever that means), then perhaps they will claim ownership of their poems!

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    2. K Morris Poet's avatarK Morris Poet Post author

      I don’t know the answer to that Vivienne. There is still an ongoing debate regarding how to define consciousness/what consciousness is. Is my dog conscious? He recognises me and my friends and family, and responds with what I can only describe as love when interacting with me. However, I doubt that he is conscious of being a dog, whereas we humans are conscious of being human (unless we have very severe learning disabilities) So, on this basis I think that computers of the future may mimic humans to a high degree of accuracy but not be conscious in the same manner as you and I are conscious of our position as human beings.

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      1. V.M.Sang's avatarV.M.Sang

        I think we have underestimated the intelligence of animals for ever, Kevin. I saw a TV programme a long time ago where they taught a chimpanzee sign language and she showed she understood far more than people had thought. I also read about dogs and even parrots recognising the words for colours and shapes. A dog was sent into a different room, for example, to get a yellow ball. He came back with the correct item every time. Similarly with the parrot.

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