ben bu aralar TS Eliot'a gömüldüm zati, nisan da geliyo;
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
Ayrıca madem şiir günü, Brautigan'ın şu şiirini Umut'a ve Emrah'a ve Memus'a ve yazılım işindeki dier arkadaşlara hediye etmek isterim:
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually programming harmony like pure water touching clear sky.
I like to think (right now, please!) of a cybernetic forest filled with pines and electronics where deer stroll peacefully past computers as if they were flowers with spinning blossoms.
I like to think (it has to be!) of a cybernetic ecology where we are free of our labors and joined back to nature, returned to our mammal brothers and sisters, and all watched over by machines of loving grace.
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ben bu aralar TS Eliot'a gömüldüm zati, nisan da geliyo;
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Ayrıca madem şiir günü, Brautigan'ın şu şiirini Umut'a ve Emrah'a ve Memus'a ve yazılım işindeki dier arkadaşlara hediye etmek isterim:
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
— Richard Brautigan, 1967
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