All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
- Analysis ( hide ) His usual hippie pastoral gets a hard tech injection. Fuses flower power with silicon dreams.
- Late-60s counterculture often rebelled against the machine. This piece puts a techno-utopian spin on it. Flips the script on Luddite rebels.
- The formal repetition and urgent parentheses push against quiet, traditional nature poems. Structure mimics a programmed wish.
- Today, itβs a Rorschach test - some read it as an AI utopia, others a surveillance nightmare. Ambiguity speaks directly to now.
- That final line perfectly underwrites both hope and control, echoing our own polarized tech debates. Captures our modern love-hate with automation. (ai)
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The year of his death was 1984 not 1982.
(if you provide a source for the 1984 date we'll be happy to change it - Oldpoetry Team)
I did not understand it, until my english teacher explained it to me. This is the kind of world we are living in know. Whenever he wrote this poem he must of ben seeeing a vision of the future. Today it makes perfect sence. Don't you think
i like it has meaning to it not just an ordinary poem
Is it a longing for something he fears we'll never see? Machines take the place of gods. I don't think the poem contains much actual hope for the utopia it describes. It's wistful, even desperate.
Richard had a prophetic vision about technology and nature. Our task is to meld technology and nature in a way that makes technology "machines that watch over us with loving grace." That's how it's turning out, and the task is to make those machines (whether computers or nuclear power plants) serve the needs of humans in conformance with nature.
I think this poem is very expressive and iconic.
This is one of my favorite poems by Brautigan I read it four or five times when I first saw it in a book