-- *Mar*The Robot Poet and Novelist
Our earth is going under the transformation of the Biosphere, into the mechanized or cyborged, Cyborgosphere.Our lawyers are trying to change human relations into the mechanical or contractual relations.Economics, supposed to be the study of the ordinary man in day today life is made into the study of the economic man, the Newtonian machine. The very manifestation of breathing which automatically must lead to smelling, sensing and interacting at the emotional level, is branded with hot irons as unscientific and biased. There are many wives and husbands who are kissing the mobile phones and not each other. Once poems and songs sprouted emotionally as a result of enchantment in the troposphere. Winds parented musics. The breezes and winds were breathed in, creating the hormones of musics and songs which travelled to every cell. Mother Gaia poured poetry continuously. The Biosphere lived as the gigantic music symphony. Arrives, mathematics, mechanics and engineering, with the basic mantra that emotions are the grave sins, unscientific. Editors weld the anti music of precise, consize, and accurate stick, beating all spontaneous expressions of poems and songs. A trained editor simply butchers and slaughters spontaneous expressions. Poetry, music and song are parts of the troposphere. They enter each of us via breathing, and the hormones carry them into every cell. This very basic feature of living is now made redundant by the arrival of the Robot Poet, the editor’s ideal. Musics and Songs are made into mechanical engineering, creating the branded music and song machines. Poetry and song are getting removed from human lives. Just lie or sit with many limbs frozen by the mechanical substitute, and just switch on for the precise, concise, and accurate musics. Don’t dare to sing your own songs. Every day, thanks to the mania called economic development, millions of trees are cut away and more than 50% of earths green cover is gone. Now the very basic process of nature, the message, poem and music of the air inhaled, entering every cell via hormones propelling the expression of musics and songs being eliminated by the machine that gives the editor approved poetry. Annamacharyas, Tyagarajas and much great music flows, being overtaken by the Robots that compose the Bhakthi songs without Bhakthi. YM -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHC%2BpYj5Y0W%2BD2-s4uWr63bV4MuU4-o6WYGXxwbCtkDkfGg%40mail.gmail.com.
