{"id":16275,"date":"2024-02-13T08:38:31","date_gmt":"2024-02-13T08:38:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/ai-machines-and-humans-two-poems-by-martin-hayes\/"},"modified":"2024-02-13T08:38:31","modified_gmt":"2024-02-13T08:38:31","slug":"ai-machines-and-humans-two-poems-by-martin-hayes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/ai-machines-and-humans-two-poems-by-martin-hayes\/","title":{"rendered":"AI, machines and humans: Two poems by Martin Hayes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-full wp-image-16274\" src=\"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/2690c23a28b3bd08e64d98338a177cd5.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"695\" height=\"883\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/2690c23a28b3bd08e64d98338a177cd5.jpg 695w, http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/2690c23a28b3bd08e64d98338a177cd5-600x762.jpg 600w, http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/2690c23a28b3bd08e64d98338a177cd5-236x300.jpg 236w, http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/2690c23a28b3bd08e64d98338a177cd5-347x441.jpg 347w, http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/2690c23a28b3bd08e64d98338a177cd5-1x1.jpg 1w, http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/2690c23a28b3bd08e64d98338a177cd5-8x10.jpg 8w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 695px) 100vw, 695px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Here are a couple of poems from a new collection by Martin Hayes for <a href=\"https:\/\/smokestack-books.co.uk\/\">Smokestack Books<\/a>, called\u00a0<i>Machine Poems<\/i>.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>the definition of a machine<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>something that is made from following the instructions of a blueprint<br \/>rather than the pure mistakes of lust <br \/>something non-binary <br \/>with legs or arms that have been assembled<br \/>rather than grown<br \/>something that cannot learn but only repeat<br \/>something that can make or mend things<br \/>as easily as kill or break things<br \/>something whose mothers and fathers cannot be identified <br \/>apart from the manufacturer\u2019s tattoo on their skin<br \/>something that is not singular<br \/>but one of the many<br \/>something that doesn\u2019t eat <br \/>anything but electricity<br \/>that needs to be hooked up to some kind of power source<br \/>so that it can reflect back its light into the people\u2019s faces<br \/>when they are sat in the dark<br \/>something so cunning so manipulative so addictive<br \/>it can turn you into one of them<br \/>without you even knowing it<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>the definition of what\u2019s not a machine<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>when the curve of her back means more to you than anything<br \/>when a tree <br \/>or a group of trees<br \/>like a wood or a forest<br \/>stand for something<br \/>when you want to kill something <br \/>like a politician or a bailiff or a traffic warden<br \/>but use reason not to<br \/>when you have a trinket or an artefact<br \/>left behind by the dead<br \/>that means something to you <br \/>immeasurably more than its appearance <br \/>when animals become your neighbours<br \/>rather than your trophies<br \/>when stars remain a mystery <br \/>rather than a solvable puzzle<br \/>when after eating beetroot <br \/>your pee comes out red<br \/>and you daydream for hours <br \/>about how everything is connected<br \/>when you can measure <br \/>evil or good<br \/>by the instinct inside your guts<br \/>rather than by a calculation<br \/>when there is an urgency <br \/>in the things that you do<br \/>because you have the knowledge of death<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here are a couple of poems from a new collection by Martin Hayes for Smokestack Books, called\u00a0Machine Poems.\u00a0 the definition of a machine something that is 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