I don’t know if AR poetry is actually a thing. For sure, AI poetry is quite a bling. But an AR cousin I have yet to see.
Here, then, perhaps a first: a poem by a man who never did become lover, yet has yearned all his life to find the love of his reams.
If you find it is poor, at least concede me this: it was shot in one take, and written as I spoke.
There is, of course, a serious side to all the above. The science behind what Better Biz Me Ltd is doing lies in theories such as the picture superiority effect: from cave-people times, we have communicated not only through pictures but more importantly through symbolism. In its neo-terrorism version, and precisely because mafias use symbolism so frequently and powerfully, @betterbizme is looking to push massively the development of software tools to capture this kind of symbolic thought. This will allow experts and others an increased capacity to comprehend, track and anticipate the terrorisms that either have yet to occur or are yet to be uncovered.
In the meantime, let us take the failed lover of the assisted reality poem attached gently at his word: it’s not just women who float we should treasure, but all humanity able to reach this state of grace.
Happy New Year 2019!
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