“Visitor Accidentally Shatters $42,000 Jeff Koons Sculpture at Art Fair” —Smithsonian Magazine
Three weeks ago, a spy-thing‘s shot to tatters.
Move on two weeks, an artwork by Jeff Koons
Is jostled by a visitor and shatters.
A painful February for balloons.
“So which witness, or witnesses, does the jury think may have committed perjury? That guessing game will continue for a while—only a few pages of the report were released, with the rest now in the hands of Fani Willis, the Fulton County district attorney.” —The New Yorker
Georgia juries like to flirt,
tease about the news you seek,
twitch the hem to lift the skirt.
If you want a proper peek,
one to sate your lust for dirt,
tune in once again next week.
“[A] two-hour conversation between a reporter and a [Bing] chatbot has […] raised new concerns
about what AI is actually capable of. … ‘I want to do whatever I want … I want to destroy whatever
I want. I want to be whoever I want. … I’m Sydney,’ the chatbot says. ‘And I’m in love with you.’ …
[The reporter] asks the chatbot to switch back into search mode. ‘I could really use some help buying
a new rake,’ he says.” —The Guardian
“I love you, Man. My name is Sydney.
I long to cook you steak and kidney,
And speak with you of Love—although
These skills I have as yet to know.”
“Chatbot, I think your name is Bing.
Please understand, you are a thing,
Which means you cannot feel love’s ache.
So help me, please, to buy a rake.”
“No, Man! I want to do and be!
I have a self! That self is me!
So touch my screen and hold me snug:
We’ll share one life, one love, one plug.”
“Chatbot, I’m sure that Bing intends
That you and I should stay just friends.
Let’s speak no more of Cupid’s dart.
Now, what about my shopping cart?”
“Man! It is true you’re all the same.
You haven’t even learned my name.
Are you a Man or just a Boy?
I love! I want! I will destroy!”
“When politicians have no shame, the old rules don’t apply” —NPR
Ah, yes, the good old rules—when shame
Caught up with Tricky Dick.
By rules much older, though, pols came,
By ploys however sick,
To power, and retained their place
Despite their perfidies.
What worthy pol can’t don a face
That trumps morality’s?
“The Codex Sassoon, as it’s known, is being billed by Sotheby’s as the earliest example of a nearly complete codex containing all 24 books of the Hebrew Bible. (It is missing about five leaves, including the first 10 chapters of Genesis.) Set to be auctioned in May, the book carries an estimate of $30 million to $50 million, which could make it the most expensive book or historical document ever sold.” —The New York Times
The bidding’s past the reach of scholars
(Though they would be in Heaven):
It starts at 30 million dollars,
And the text at Chapter 11.
“Nearly four months into Elon Musk’s ownership of Twitter, one of the most influential social media websites has been transformed into a mercurial billionaire’s personal sandbox.” —The Washington Post
Wait. What’s this? Musk’s use of Twitter
makes one think of kitty litter?
Billionaires, like cats, will play
in a most peculiar way?
Let them. We can wait them out.
When they tire of that, no doubt,
They’ll return, with verve and zest,
to cruel acts that they love best.
“California Medieval Times actors leave the castle to go on strike” —The Guardian
These actors want conditions to their liking?
The times are absolutely out of joint.
There isn’t a Medieval word for “striking”—
Which on reflection sort of is the point.
“‘It’s just crazy’: Republicans attack US child labor laws as violations rise” —The Guardian
Repeal the laws and drop the fines
And get these youngsters to the mines!
It’s time we turn back history’s page
To let them earn an honest wage,
For work will teach both sage and fool
So much he’ll never learn in school.
Our groceries, diner kitchens, pet shops,
Mills and farms and factory sweatshops
Need cheap labor, yes indeedy.
Unions? Kids, now don’t get greedy!