K. Morris's Blog, page 39

All My Fantasies

I find

Fantasies run riot

In my unquiet mind.

 

 

Sometimes in my dreams

It seems

That dark fantasy

Is reality.

 

 

But in unending dream

My fantasy

Will be clay.

When I Took My Labrador for a Walk

When I took my Labrador for a walk

We engaged in a jolly good old talk.

I said to him, “Apollo!

Your stomach is too hollow!”,

He said, “pass me that knife and fork!”

Into Space

I know a young lady named Grace

Who said, “do take me into space!”.

So we went to the moon.

But it was over too soon.

But that’s often the way with Grace …!

How Much “Human” Does Poetry Need”?

How much “human” does poetry need?

When a Young Lady in a Rush

When a young lady in a rush

Said, “lets get amorous in this bush”,

It sounded quite jolly.

But o! what folly!

As that bush was a holly bush!

Crows Core on a Cold Day

Crows core on a cold day.

My hair is long since grey.

These autumn leaves

Will not stay.

My Lone Feet Pass

My lone feet pass

Along the path

Were autumn leaves freeze.

My dog loves

Snuffling amongst dead leaves.

I wish I could be so easily pleased!

 

I love this wood

As my dog does. Yet I regret

That I am caught in useless thought

While he just loves

Both it and me. he sees no tomorrow

Nor coming sorrow.

While I see the cold sky

As I pass

Along this path of fallen leaves.

The Alligator and My Calculator

I once met a very large alligator

Who asked could he borrow my calculator.

I said to him, “mate

Please go and eat Kate.

She’ll taste much nicer than my calculator!”.

Why Should I be Good

If we are going to hell in a handcart

Why should I be good?

Should my art be moral, when there is dark

In my imperfect heart?

 

 

When I am dead

I will not care what is said

Of me by she

Who must follow me  in due time.

 

 

Poets leave clues in rhyme

To their misspent lives

And the literary critic thrives

By interpreting lost lives.

 

 

I try to be good.

But when nymphs call

I recall what is good

And yet still fall.

Robots as Literary Translators

A thought provoking article in the Telegraph about the use of artificial intelligence in literary translation, https://www.telegraph.co.uk/books/authors/translation-artificial-intelligence-authors/. The author discusses whether AI can ever master the craft of the human translator.

 

Whilst I suspect that some simple texts may be more or less passable when translated by AI, even here errors will, I surmise occur. However, when it comes to Tolstoy’s War and Peace I can’t see AI being able to trans...