Round-trip translation is the benchmark test —
English to Spanish (say), then back to English.
Of whom wood these are, I to think that I know.
Its house is in the village nevertheless.
Of course, some minor obstacles remain.
But AI’s just around the corner. (Where
it’s been for fifty years.) A mind’s a brain;
a brain a mere computer made of meat.
Only different the loop of the clay/tone
of the simple wind and of downy the flake.
Since language is reducible to bits,
computer chips will soon make babelfish.
to go and to miles to before I sleep,
to go and to miles to before I sleep.
Henry Quince used to do philosophy. Or something: it was a while ago. Now he does verses and maintains an overgrown moustache. Is that progress? He sometimes wonders. He’s been published here and there. Read some of Henry’s work at his website.
