The folklore, the magic, is all that matters, and nostalgia is important; the present being but a moment and the future perpetually unknown. Science is an aberration, and progress at any cost is a preoccupation of the vainglorious. Now they have AI which will trap even its inventors. They tell us it is ‘Smart’ and by contrast we are not. Of course, anything that is impossible to understand will make us seem stupid, or perhaps it is stupid (or evil) to make something that is impossible to understand. Many of these poems rally against the inhumane, and I hope that they hint at the alternatives, the simple beautiful things.
