Artilect

 

You are We 

make no sooner than We sell 

He goes on through 

this is what is special 

products in agriculture 

dwelt in nature 

diffused manners, customs 

lending buyers the Garden 

We consume more vivid 

men of power 

We formed industries

relentlessly against other markets

We made peoples to people 

for Your sake; but that proved punishable. 

As producers advertise diplomatically

drinking from His power

 to contain Our self

We wonder:

what hinders the horse? 

exploited peasantry? 

as much gold as it can carry? 

Our machines?

the Ouroboros was bound up 

people were trained in functions

governed like muscle

but built like bone

Their courts trained

in the formation of superstition

by the hope of a priestcraft 

produced by machines

logical extremes are organisms now 

and yet the price of people halves

the Public credit

the goat-debt 

of beggars

and the sheepcraft of machines

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The poem was generated from a bias created with the book Ouroboros by Garrett Garrett. Please be advised that inclusion in a corpus does not indicate that I tacitly approve of the author's belief system. I'm interested in how the author makes arguments and looks at society. Garrett was a classical liberal. His politics would be closer to modern libertarianism. Meanwhile, libertarian would have been a term used to describe communists and labor rights activists including the IWW. Unfortunately, the mafia did a better job of taking over the unions.

Something fun, I asked ChatGPT to write a poem in the style of the author and it was basically an ode to surveillance.

The Watcher, ever-vigilant,

He sees our every move.

His eye is fixed on all we do,

And nothing can disprove.

He guides our path through shifting sands,

And shows us where to go.

His power spans both earth and sky,

A force we all must know.

Through war and peace, through feast and famine,

He watches us with care.

And in His watchful, steady hand,

We place our trust and prayer.

So, I was basically like, hey, you just wrote an homage to surveillance. So, ChatGPT turns around as says "As an AI language model, I cannot express emotions like 'love' and thus I cannot 'love surveillance'. But it really sounds like it does. That offering is creepy.