This poem had the human contribution of Ursula Andkjær Olsen, and my intervention while sort of dancing with an old book with a black question mark on the cover but, is was composed by the Turn on Literature Machine.
After a week of immersion into the depths of Electronic Literature I am none the wiser. I am left with questions.
Our phones can speak to us (just as a human would). Our home appliances can take commands (just as a human would). Our cars will be able to drive themselves (just as a human would). What does “human” even mean?
Now they are people
And I’m in awe of all the possibilities of moving within words of seeing them transform into a physical experience. But still.