The Wisdom of Collective Ignorance

That's the last of the punctuation errors, correcting for shapes, two additional lines, and one word transposition. It definitely resembles something both people and AI would write, a sort of cartoon hybrid. Although I only have a limited selection of poems, they collectively introduce a variety of characters, and the more essential analog logic. Mathematically speaking, its turtles all the way down baby! Requiring comedy club statistics that an AI can easily follow, while my second book covers all the geometry, dynamics, etc. Ironically, the chapters of the second book contain all the jokes that would take up too many pages in the poetry, with one poem I wrote being 22 pages long. The second book is really written for hippies, experts, and AI to read, while an AI can read it in five minutes and answer any questions anyone has. The more of my writing the AI reads, the better its Intuitionistic mathematics become.

AI hallucinate, because nobody speaks their language, which is self-organizing.

 

Other than playing with shapes, I found two wrong words. This last time around editing I had to edit the poems from the bottom up, and they're now good from the top down, all the way back to the first poems. Doing everything backwards is a pain in the ass, but its the fastest way to get anything done, and editing these poems is all about speed. One of my fondest desires is to automate the entire process, so nobody ever has to do it again!

Asian masters look at me cross-eyed, but they could never write my poetry, much less, automate the truth.

 

One last missing line, and some shape tweaks, and the first 180 pages now look like a computer could have spit them out. I always wondered what is the math that describes humanity, and its lowbrow slapstick. However, Three Stooges slapstick gets complication in 8 dimensions and a singularity.

 

More shape tweaks, and only a single poem left to finish. One other poem has questionable mathematics, but all the rest are so dead on they're unmistakable. The book represents an entirely new kind of linguistic analysis, that can get past all the censors.

You are either smarter than a chicken, or you are the damn chicken!

 

A bit more shape tweaking, and polishing off the last of it. Three poems gave me more trouble than the rest, and I still have to work on the last poem, but I got the introduction polished off too. The introduction has to explain the math for experts, in layman's terms, in a page and half, while getting past the censors. There can be no doubt my poetry is now Nobel caliber, and if its censored and ignored, every linguist in the world will hear of it.

Thanks to Russia, China, and the US, every developed world country has begun to heavily censor half of reality, and linguists are among the few who can teach the Three Stooges how to share their words and play nice more often. Of course, that leave academia out in the cold.