I love you Alan! You won WW2!
You cracked mysteries like nut shells.
You mystified even the black boot Nazis.
You coded the first computers with your mind.
You opened up A.I.
I love you Alan along with all the algebra in the World.
Your story adds up to me. One by one.
You died, 1954, a suicide of cyanide poisoning.
Brother,
the world still cannot love…
I think you would like this: –
Products emblazoned with the phrase: “Have you Passed the Turing Test?”
maybe it’s worth noting…maybe not:
i’ve also written about turing, but used his last name instead. never alan.
here it is:
Cognitive Science
The boundary that splits apart nature from nature is man.
Fruits from conception
fall and roll
into a
norm.
Rotted errors break
open and seeds dig
into the
wrinkly dung that are our algorithmic Turing fantasies.