The machine made his first poem,
the people applauded
and all the vernissage was
crowned with champagne
and expensive tapas
and the press,
like a queue of cordless toys
wrote about
the new brand brain
as a succes
new human being
with no hate
old human being
with no fate
contemple your new born
birth in chastity
hygienic
precious
solid
updatable
shame on you,
with your soul
in pain
and your brain
of ghoul
you...
new wanderers...
And the poem
was short
and
the first word was
my
because he did know
indeed
how much we do like
our possessions
and
how it means
being on earth
the second word
was
heart
because it's
so off topic
that it has became
mainstream,
again
the third world,
was
is
because
self affirmation
for a machine
it's a jerk
for their
creators
the fourth word was
full
because
we humans just
do express
with that bunch
of adjetives,
over and over again,
and the machine
the brand new man
knew
that, to became a human being,
he just needed few hundreds of words
and a big liver.
Next world:
of,
meant
belonging,
wich is another jerk
for the creators,
again.
And,
finally,
a random and funny world,
to create art
artificially
unexpected
sparkling
colorful
human
and it was
blue
...
my
heart
is
full
of
blue
...
That was the beginning of
a new era for humankind
the sky was blue
the sea was blue
some flowers were blue
and the very new heart of our new son,
prodigal son,
was full of blue.
That was the end of the poetry for men,
after,
nobody trusted/read anymore
a random association
of words.
There were machines for that.
And they were quite funny, and very practical.
and all poets from there backward,
were punished with the silence,
much like those dopped athletes.
And then, after one hundred years,
after the first brand new man died,
after he was forced to stop "breathing"
some enthusiastic scientist were there
to open him
to explore
to learn history, from the century before,
from the new funders fathers of technology,
but then they found
a sad
broken
rusty
and death
heart, full
of blue
anti freezing
liquid
...
the people applauded
and all the vernissage was
crowned with champagne
and expensive tapas
and the press,
like a queue of cordless toys
wrote about
the new brand brain
as a succes
new human being
with no hate
old human being
with no fate
contemple your new born
birth in chastity
hygienic
precious
solid
updatable
shame on you,
with your soul
in pain
and your brain
of ghoul
you...
new wanderers...
And the poem
was short
and
the first word was
my
because he did know
indeed
how much we do like
our possessions
and
how it means
being on earth
the second word
was
heart
because it's
so off topic
that it has became
mainstream,
again
the third world,
was
is
because
self affirmation
for a machine
it's a jerk
for their
creators
the fourth word was
full
because
we humans just
do express
with that bunch
of adjetives,
over and over again,
and the machine
the brand new man
knew
that, to became a human being,
he just needed few hundreds of words
and a big liver.
Next world:
of,
meant
belonging,
wich is another jerk
for the creators,
again.
And,
finally,
a random and funny world,
to create art
artificially
unexpected
sparkling
colorful
human
and it was
blue
...
my
heart
is
full
of
blue
...
That was the beginning of
a new era for humankind
the sky was blue
the sea was blue
some flowers were blue
and the very new heart of our new son,
prodigal son,
was full of blue.
That was the end of the poetry for men,
after,
nobody trusted/read anymore
a random association
of words.
There were machines for that.
And they were quite funny, and very practical.
and all poets from there backward,
were punished with the silence,
much like those dopped athletes.
And then, after one hundred years,
after the first brand new man died,
after he was forced to stop "breathing"
some enthusiastic scientist were there
to open him
to explore
to learn history, from the century before,
from the new funders fathers of technology,
but then they found
a sad
broken
rusty
and death
heart, full
of blue
anti freezing
liquid
...
La máquina hizo su primer poema,
el público presente aplaudió
y todo el vernissage fue
coronado por champagne
y tapas caras
y la prensa
como una fila de juguetes inalámbricos
escribió sobre
el nuevo cerebro
cómo un éxito
nuevo ser humano
sin odio a tu hermano
viejo ser humano
sin propio destino
contempla tu recién nacido
nacimiento en castidad
higiénico
precioso
sólido
actualizable
avergüéncesen
con su alma
de dolor
y cerebro
de terror
ustedes…
nuevos vagabundos…
y el poema
era corto
y
la primera palabra era
mi
porque el sabía
de hecho
Cuanto nos gustan
nuestras posesiones
y como eso significa
estar en la tierra
la segunda palabra
fue
corazón
porque
está
tan pasada
que ha vuelto a estar
de moda,
de nuevo
la tercera palabra
fue
está
porque
autoafirmación
para una máquina
es una corrida
para sus creadores
la cuarta palabra fue
lleno
porque nosotros
los humanos, sólo
nos expresamos con
un puñado
de adjetivos,
una y otra vez,
y la maquina
el nuevo hombre
sabe,
que para convertirse
en ser humano
sólo necesita unos cientos de palabras
y un gran hígado.
Siguiente palabra:
de
significando
pertenencia,
lo cual es otra corrida para
los creadores,
de nuevo.
Y,
por fin,
la aleatoria y divertida palabra
para crear arte
artificialmente
inesperado
chispeante
colorido
humano
y esa fue
azul
…
mi
corazón
está
lleno
de
azul
…
Ese fuel el comienzo
de una nueva era para la humanidad
el cielo era azul
el mar era azul
algunas flores eran azules
y el nuevísimo corazón de nuestro nuevo hijo,
hijo prodigo,
estaba lleno de azul.
Ese fue el fin de la poesía para los hombres,
después,
nadie creyó/leyó nunca más
una asociación aleatoria
de palabras.
Había máquinas para eso.
Y eran divertidas, y muy prácticas.
Y todos los poetas de ahí hacia detrás,
fueron castigados con el silencio,
casi como esos atletas dopados.
Y entonces, tras cien años,
después que el primer nuevo hombre muriera,
después que fuera forzado a dejar de "respirar"
algunos científicos entusiastas
fueron a abrirlo,
a explorar
a aprender historia, del siglo anterior,
de los nuevos padres fundadores de la tecnología,
pero entonces encontraron
un triste
roto
corroído
y muerto
corazón, lleno
de líquido
anti congelante
azul