Watched Over By Machines of Loving Grace 02007-09-27 | World , Writing |
Long Views » Blog Archive » All Watched Over By Machines of Loving Grace Instead all were treated to a reminder that our new future is represented overwhelmingly in the negative by our artists and poets. He points out that if we can only imagine an awful techno future, that that is what we will get.
So Saffo read the one piece he could find that depicts a world run by computers in a positive light. Amazingly it was written in 01967 by someone who was likely programming computers with punch cards.Long Now Blog )
The text can also be found on Saffo’s journal .
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While machines have long been the tool of the artist, machines themselves can only approach, but never achieve, the love that flows from the caring hand to the string.
Play on, Ottmar. Share forward your God-given gift.
Carl