I will argue that in the literal sense the programmed computer understands what the car and the adding machine understand, namely, exactly nothing.
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It is nice to know that the computer understands the problem. But I would like to understand it too.
quote by Eugene Wigner
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My car and my adding machine understand nothing: they are not in that line of business.
quote by John Searle
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I Am A Machine
I am a machine to cause my stagnation
I am an engine to operate on activation
you are a noise of chords in train station,
or my controls of a same contemplation.
I am a machine to adjust to adoptation,
I am programmed to refuse an alteration,
you are a script, a demand of abnegation,
you are a letter in my dream of alienation.
I am a machine, you invoke my obligation,
I am a robot to quantitate approximation,
you are a machine to amount navigation,
You are an antenna to examine caligation.
I am programmed to refuse an alteration,
I am an engine to operate on activation
you are a noise of chords in train station,
you are a letter in my dream of alienation.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Invisible Man
Everywhere he goes
Everything he does
Everything proves to him
That he dont exist for them
Cos they dont understand what
The invisible man understands
Everyday he tries
Every night he dies
Looking for someone like him
Someone who dont walk by him
Someone who knows what
The invisible man understands
He doesnt sell cars
He doesnt sell clothes
Never famous
And know one knows
Stick and stone aint hurt him
You can dance on his grave when hes gone
But the invisible man will still touch your hand
Until you understand what he wants
Do you think you know him
Do you think that you know him
The lies and deceit you give
The curses and cries you give
Do you understand what the invisible man understands
Invisible man do you understand
Maybe it is you?
Invisible man do you understand
Maybe it is you?
Maybe it is you?
Maybe it is you?
Maybe it is you?
Maybe it is you?
Do you think you understand
Do you think you understand
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Whispers From Bones
THE WAR MACHINE
IS QUITE OBSCENE
THE WAR MACHINE
IS QUITE UNCLEAN
BUT
THE WAR MACHINE
WILL NOT STOP
BECAUSE
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST BE FED
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST HAVE BLOOD
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST HAVE DEATH
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST HAVE LIFE
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST HAVE STRIFE
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST BE FED
THE WAR MACHINE
LOVES THE DEAD
THE WAR MACHINE
WILL NOT STOP
BECAUSE
THE WAR MACHINE
IS ANGRY MAN.
poem by M.L. Squier
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Sweet, Sweet Baby
(a. bell / v. clarke)
Attention!
Set your atom transmittor at 0-3-5.
You are my sweet, sweet baby.
You are my sweet, sweet baby.
You are my sweet, sweet baby.
You are my...aou!
Aou!
Attention! ships computer to bridge.
You are my sweet machine.
You are my sweet machine.
You are my sweet machine.
Baby, you are my love!
Aou!
Aou!
Did you know that I really liked this?
I must disengage your recreational music.
You are my sweet, sweet baby.
You are my sweet machine.
You are my sweet machine.
Baby, you are my love!
How did you know that I really liked this?
Attention! ships computer to bridge.
Attention! ships computer to bridge.
song performed by by Erasure
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The computer would do anything you programmed it to do.
quote by Vinton Cerf
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Computer Age
Cars and trucks
Fly by me on the corner
But Im all right
Standin proud before the signal
When I see the light
I know Im more than just a number.
And I stand before you
Or else we just dont see the other
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
Bikes and vans
Fly by me on the desert
But Im all right
Standing out here in the hot sun
When I see the light
I feel like more than just a number
And I stand before you
Or else we just dont see the other
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
Precious metal lines
Molded into highways
Running through me
So microscopically
Days and nights
Weeks and months and seasons
Rolling through me
So chronologically.
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
I need you
To let me know that theres a heartbeat
Let it pound and pound
And Ill be flying like a free bird
And you need me
Like ugly needs a mirror
And day by day
This horizons getting clearer
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
song performed by by Neil Young
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where is A? (for A)
he sent me a video
of himself humming in
Greek
not the literal Greek
language that you understand
it is strange and
(my heart cries perhaps
there is this
indescribable sympathy for
one in pain)
i may be out of frame
attributing pain to one who has not
experience pain
outside this small world of
indifference
it is the distance that understands
and i am definite about it
i dream of someone who fell upon a cliff
deep into the blue ocean beneath
and for one thing
i have not heard any cry for help
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just A Machine
It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
Four wheels that travel from A to B.
Why worship this idol that you see,
That’s pretty silly, don’t you agree.
It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
Costing a fortune, must keep its shine.
Had to have it, this knockout design.
Thought it simply something so divine.
It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
Depreciates in so quick a time.
Won’t last long, rusty, bang goes its prime.
It certainly won’t be worth a dime.
It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
A car that travels from A to B.
Not an icon, no god this taxi,
Merely moulded plastic, with a key.
It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Part of the inhumanity of the computer is that, once it is competently programmed and working smoothly, it is completely honest.
quote by Isaac Asimov
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Tin Machine
Tin machine
Tin machine
Take me anywhere
Somewhere without alcohol
Or goons with muddy hair
Tin machine
Tin machine
Tin machine
Tin machine
The zombies that I pass
The guy that beats his baby up
The preachers and their past
Tin machine
Tin machine
Tin machine
Baby doll
Baby doll
Clarity and prayer
Theres more than money moving here
Theres mindless maggot glare
Working horrors-humping tories
Spittle on their chins
Carving up my childrens future
Read em pal and grin
Raging raging raging
Burning in my room
Cmon and get a good idea
Cmon and get it soon
Im waiting on the fire escape
Im not exactly well
Im neither red nor black nor white
Im grey and blown to hell
Tin machine
Tin machine
Make some new computer thing
That puts me on the moon
Not this psycho-time-bomb planet
Poised to meet its maker
Shake a leg
Tin machine
Tin machine
One sick deathless duty to remain endangered species
They reach right out to touch someone
Then wash their crusty hands
Tin machine
Tin machine
Baby doll
Baby doll
Blue suede tuneless wonders
Mass confusion-faithless blues
Night that spews out watchmen
Mopping up another fortune
Fractured words and branca-sonic
Anger trapped behind locked doors
And right between the eyes
Raging raging raging
Burning in my room
Cmon and get a good idea
Cmon and get it soon
Im waiting on the fire escape
Im not exactly well
Im neither red nor black nor white
Im grey and blown to hell
Tin machine
Tin machine
Tin machine
Tin machine
Tin machine
Tin machine
Tin machine
Take me anywhere
song performed by by David Bowie
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The Meaning Of Our Love (Villanelle)
Maybe we cou'dn't understand the meanin' of our love or so,
Maybe we cou'dn't find each other in our world of two and
Love itself ceased to be, 'cause it had no sense o' self to glow.
Or maybe love made sense for both of us, but we didn't let it flow,
E'en we could let it flow, but we didn't give it a chance, thinkin' that
Maybe we cou'dn't understand the meanin' of our love or so.
Maybe the senses of our love were intermingled and we didn't know,
But we knew it, when we touched our angry bodies, we knew that
Love itself ceased to be, 'cause it had no sense o' self to glow.
Then, we could find our madness o' love as a big bubble growin' to blow,
A kind of madness that makes you be a drinker of your own delusions and
Maybe we cou'dn't understand the meanin' of our love or so.
But we understood the dyin' meanin' of those delusions in our life show.
They've been irreversibly dissolved into sorrow, until we're separated.
Love itself ceased to be, 'cause it had no sense o' self to glow.
Now, when we drive with time machine on the true age o' the snow,
‘Tis too late to find each other in our world of two, e'en we tried it and
Maybe we cou'dn't understand the meanin' of our love or so,
Love itself ceased to be, 'cause it had no sense o' self to glow.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Understood
Never understood
Always judge
no one to understand me
why do I put up
with this I hate
life and everyone in it
looking for someone
to finally understand me
It seems like no one
dose people say they do
but they really don't
then someone called me
right before suicide
right at the perfect moment
She asked what I was doing
I said suicide
She says if you do it
at least tell me why
Because no one understands me
Ok I see I always thought
you were the only one that understands
me so if you die I will
die inside like you did
a horrible feeling
to feel empty inside
Why don't you help me
out of it then
poem by Live To Die
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Woman Machine
She'll do your work in half the time
Never sick and can't go blind
Oh, woman machine
Brains of tape that fill her head
She knows more now than all the dead
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Heart of steel and skin that's cold
Can't wear her out, she can't grow old
Oh, woman machine
She goes to bed when her work is through
She'll do it all, just change the tubes
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine-ine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman
She can't talk back
With no playback
But she'll listen
To all your woe
Trade your old one
For a new one
They just don't make 'em like they used to
No!
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
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song performed by by Alice Cooper
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I Want Be Man
Words and music by rick nielsen
I want be man
I want be man
I want be man
I want be man
I dont like living inside
This metal plastic shell
Its no way to treat your help
Theyll tell you go to hell
I want be man
I want be man
I want be man
I want be man
Faster master
Ive got better things which I can do
Hey I dont like livin in this fleshy human shell
As much as I abuse it, its really gone to hell
I want be man
I want be man
I want be man
I want be man
Id rather be a robot
So I dont have to think
cause then I could be programmed
Where I dont have to dream
Id rather be a man
Instead of a machine
Flesh and blood life and death
Its a mystery
Nothing to be programmed
Nothing is for sure
And least theres a reason
A reason for my life
I want be man
You want be me
I wanna live in your body (hey)
(repeat to coda)
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Very Friendly Computer
Very friendly, very automatic
Is my computer,
Leading us astray in many ways
And finding a humourous mask
As fit as musk.
It talked to my joiner,
And this enabled my programs
And joy.
I became one to understand a fellow being
Such as him, or it.
I mean the computer is fellow and bad,
Wilder than most monsters of thought and disease.
Very friendly, very automatic
Is my computer.
poem by Naveed Akram
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In its original literal sense, "moral relativism" is simply moral complexity. That is, anyone who agrees that stealing a loaf of bread to feed one's children is not the moral equivalent of, say, shoplifting a
dress for the fun of it, is a relativist of sorts. But in recent years, conservatives bent on reinstating an essentially religious vocabulary of absolute good and evil as the only legitimate framework for discussing social values have redefined "relative" as "arbitrary." That conflation has been reinforced by social theorists and advocates of identity politics who argue that there is no universal morality, only the value systems of particular cultures and power structures.
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My Computer
"what?" they say, "you got a
computer?"
it's like I have sold out to
the enemy.
I had no idea so many
people were prejudiced
against
computers.
even two editors have
written me letters about
the computer.
one disparaged the
computer in a mild and
superior way.
the other seemed
genuinely
pissed.
I am aware that a
computer can't create
a poem.
but neither can a
typewriter.
yet, still, once or
twice a week
I hear:
"what?
you have a
computer?
you?"
yes, I do
and I sit up here
almost every
night,
sometimes with
beer or
wine,
sometimes
without
and I work the
computer.
the damn thing
even corrects
my spelling.
and the poems
come flying
out,
better than
ever.
I have no
idea what causes
all this
computer
prejudice.
me?
I want to go
the next step
beyond the
computer.
I'm sure it's
there.
and when I get
it,
they'll say,
"hey, you hear,
Chinaski got a
space-biter!"
"what? "
"yes, it's true!"
"I can't believe
it!"
and I'll also have
some beer or
some wine
or maybe nothing
at all
and I'll be
85 years old
driving it home
to
you and me
and to the little girl
who lost her
sheep.
or her
computer.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Check My Machine
(Spoken) Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones
But Names Will Never Hurt Me
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
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I Got A Woman A Long Time Ago
I Had Trouble
I Want You To See What You Can See
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Ad Lib)
I Want You To Check Check Check Check Check My Machine Check Check Check Check Check My
Machine
(Ad Lib)
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat)
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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