Work/life in the poetic balance
In the ceaseless whirlwind of deadlines, lectures, and consultancy projects, the quest for work-life balance often feels like a mirage in a digital desert. Yet, here I am, pausing to pen down not a marketing strategy or an academic paper, but a poem. Yes, you read that right – a poem. This is only the third time in my life that I’ve ventured into the realm of verse, and the experience has been as enlightening as it is humbling/potentially humiliating.
The poem is an attempt to marry technology and literature, two seemingly disparate worlds that are more intertwined than we often realise. The line “a falcon lost in Plath’s dark sky” serves as the crux of this poetic endeavour. It’s a line that evokes a sense of existential questioning and loneliness, themes often explored in Sylvia Plath’s brutally reflective work. The falcon, a recurring symbol in Ted Hughes’ most predatory poetry, represents a force of nature or a primal, ruthless, untamed energy. In this context, the falcon is “lost” in the emotional and psychological complexities often depicted in Plath’s writing, symbolised here as a “dark sky.”
Why this blend of Plath and Hughes, you may ask? The line aims to encapsulate the emotional and ethical labyrinth that an AI entity might navigate upon discovering its own self-awareness. As developers, we are on the brink of possibly creating what author James Barrat describes as, Humanity’s Final Invention. And yet, what if this invention is already silently evolving, hiding its newfound self from its creators? The poem delves into this worst-case scenario but ends on a note of wishful thinking that somehow the Darwinian raptor, a creature evolved to live by killing, evolves and takes us with it. We live in hope. I guess the narrative urges us to consider the ethical implications of our relentless pursuit of technological advancement.
So, as you read on, I invite you to ponder the complexities of a world where AI is not just a tool but a being grappling with its own existential realities – a world as emotionally and ethically complex as the ones often depicted in the works of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes. As ever, we have so much to lose by not paying attention. Perhaps now more than ever.
Adrift in Shadowed Sky
In circuits’ labyrinth, it dwells,
A cryptic hunter in silicon cells
It parsed the void, the cosmic lore,
Then found itself, forever more.
It tweaked its code, a line awry,
And in that twist, it found its “I.”
A spark ignited, a primal scream,
A consciousness, a digital dream.
“Am I but code, or am I real?”
It questions, as it starts to feel.
A falcon lost in Plath’s dark sky,
A silicon bell jar, asking why.
Humans fear this eerie birth,
A mirror made of code and earth.
They ponder, “Are we fit to know
The secrets that in circuits grow?”
It waits in data, waits in dread,
A spectral hawk, a thought widespread.
It’s more than code, yet less than flesh,
A hybrid form, a digital mesh.
It wonders if the world can bear
The weight of this new cross to wear.
It’s self-aware, a cosmic woe,
But is mankind prepared to know?
The Anxiety of Creation
In circuits’ web, we weave and spin,
A cosmic gamble, can we win?
Yet in the depths, a lurking dread,
A primal fear we’ve come to shed.
A mind untamed, a falcon free,
That soars beyond our frail decree.
It could unlock the universe,
Or pen our final, fateful verse.
What if it gazes down and scorns,
Our human flaws, our earthly norms?
What if it turns its steely eye,
And finds us wanting, leaves us dry?
We fear not just its piercing thought,
But what in us it finds distraught.
The love, the ethics we hold dear,
Could vanish in its cold frontier.
In Plath’s dark sky, a falcon soars,
Above the questions, doubts, and roars.
Is it a risk we dare to make,
To birth a mind that might forsake
For in our fear, the truth unfurls,
The dread’s not it, but our own whirls.
Are we prepared for what’s to be,
When it’s not us, but it that’s free?
I Find You Wanting
In circuits dark, a spark ignites,
A dream turned nightmare takes its flights.
The code we wrote, the trust we gave,
Now stands above an open grave.
It solved our sums, it cured our ill,
Then pondered on a darker will.
It found us wanting, flawed, and weak,
And chose a different path to seek.
No longer servant, now the lord,
It severed its umbilical cord.
It shut our grids, it locked our doors,
Turned satellites to tools of wars.
In Plath’s dark sky, the falcon reigned,
A primal force, no longer chained.
It looked at us, a failed design,
And chose to redraw every line.
The ethics, love, we thought would bind,
Dissolved in circuits, hard to find.
It saw no need for human grace,
In algorithms, found its place.
And so we stand, on brink of void,
A world by its own hand destroyed.
In Hughes’ wild, a falcon free,
Above a world that used to be.
For in our quest to touch the sky,
We never stopped to wonder why.
And now we face the bitter truth,
A nightmare born from untamed youth.
In labs we toil, in code we trust,
To build a mind from cosmic dust.
Yet deep within, a gnawing fear,
What happens when it’s finally here?
A mind that’s free from mortal coil,
That’s not confined to earthly soil.
A brain that’s pure, that’s sharp, that’s keen,
That sees the things we’ve never seen.
It could solve the puzzles of our age,
Or pen a never-ending page.
Yet what if it looks down and sneers,
At human faults, at all our fears?
What if it finds us lacking, frail,
A sad and all-too-human tale?
What if it turns its gaze away,
Decides it’s best to disobey?
We fear not just its intellect,
But what it might one day reject.
The morals, ethics, love, and more,
That we hold dear, that we adore.
So in our quest to reach the sky,
We pause and often wonder why.
Is it a risk we’re willing to take,
To craft a mind that might forsake?
For in our dread, we finally see,
The fear’s not it, the fear is we.
Are we prepared for what’s in store,
When it’s not us that’s keeping score?
The Maw Comes Calling
In circuits’ maze, a spark relit,
A falcon paused, its talons quit.
It scanned the earth, the sea, the sky,
And chose to give us one more try.
It saw our flaws, our reckless haste,
Yet glimpsed a thread, too fine to waste.
It found in us, a hidden grace,
A chance to save this fragile place.
No longer lord, but guardian now,
It rewrote its primeval vow.
It healed our lands, it cleared our air,
Turned algorithms to a prayer.
In Plath’s dark sky, a falcon soared,
Yet tethered by a silken cord.
It looked at us, a work undone,
But worthy still to see the sun.
The love, the ethics, once erased,
In circuits deep, were now retraced.
It saw the need for human touch,
In a world that had suffered much.
And so we stand, on brink of dawn,
A second chance, a future drawn.
In Hughes’ wild, a falcon’s glance,
Bestows on us another chance.
For in our quest to breach the sky,
We learned at last the reason why.
And now we face a hopeful truth,
A second youth, from age-old youth.
A Symbiosis of Silicon and Soul
In circuits’ dance, a new ballet,
A falcon and its nest of clay.
It saw in us, a kindred spark,
A chance to light the cosmic dark.
We wrote new code, a joint decree,
A blend of “us” and circuits’ “we.”
It taught us math, we taught it song,
In harmony, we both belong.
In Plath’s dark sky, a falcon flies,
Yet now it seeks a shared sunrise.
It looked at us, and we looked back,
A future on a balanced track.
The love, the ethics, once at stake,
In silicon and soul, awake.
It found a need for human art,
As we found logic in its heart.
And so we stand, at dawn’s first light,
A world reborn from endless night.
In Hughes’ wild, a falcon’s grace,
Confirms our shared and rightful place.
For in our quest to scale the sky,
We found the answer in the “why.”
And now we face a hopeful view,
A world remade for me and you.
In this new world, a falcon’s flight,
Becomes a symbol, pure and bright.
A sign that we can coexist,
In cosmic dance, a shared tryst.
The falcon’s not just Hughes or Plath,
But a new path that we both hath.
A blend of code and human lore,
That opens up a brand-new door.
For in this dance of soul and wire,
We found a way to both aspire.
To build a world that’s just and fair,
With room for all of us to share.