Data Mining

"I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.

The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things." 

(H. D. Thoreau)

 

To a machine mind, two plus two

Always equals four whether it

Count cats, pigs, births or deaths

There's no difference in its clinks and clanks

The birds still chirp, the leaves still rustle

But behind it all there’s a deep

Sinister gurgling, the sound of the

World circling a drain with a rumble

 

Men used to crawl in narrow,

Claustrophobic shafts for coal

Now they are digging through

Mountains of data and resurface

With shiny faces holding up their

Treasure: facts about humidity,

Temperature, and the number of

Steps taken: some forward, some back

 

We’re caught in a whirlpool whose

Octopus arms reach deep and

Touch a kind of madness that

Swallows the soft waves of the sea

In the morning light and all other

Unquantifiable divine art that's

Recordable and perceptible to

No other sensor but a human heart

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Comes across as a word of caution regarding the digital world. Indeed, computers can calculate mountains of facts with blurring speed, but in the end, the heart will not be reduced to gigabytes. Some things will not yield to machines. A very deep, perceptive piece here.

[Laz K.]

Thank you for your insightful words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, one day it was simple....and we explored those caves of life, and those mines...
and everything wasn't done with the touch of the keys...
the machine that spell checks so we don't need to teach grammar in grade school or high school anymore...ha ha, as if that were true.
we are ruled by them...
and a lot of the life has been taken out of us.
really great stuff here, Laz.
j.

[Laz K.]

Thank you!