Complaints…
What do you complain about the most? By Andrew R. Duckworth In a way, I deeply distrust those who do not complain in a world with no shortage of things to complain about. Moreover, I deeply distrust and lack respect for those who utter tired slogans such as “there’s nothing to complain about under God!”…
There they go again (to Davos)
By Andrew R. Duckworth There they go again to Davos,To Davos, to Davos,There they are in their suits,Collaborating—on what?God and the Devil only know.They will say, with bellies full,“Little man at this late hour,Let our wise men tell their lies.Let the beat of progress rise!”To Davos, to Davos, to Davos,Grinning widely at their schemes-Ones that…
The Coming Ice Storm
By Andrew R. Duckworth To say that my mind cannot be broken from an apocalyptic frame would be putting it mildly. All day, every day, my mind is focused on the apocalyptic, both the end of the world and a great unveiling of Truth and justice. Just yesterday, I was focused on the developments overseas…
Why AI is the most detrimental “tool” ever invented: an essay
If you could un-invent something, what would it be? By Andrew R. Duckworth For the last several years, I have been warning anyone who brought up the topic of the dangers of artificial intelligence. Admittedly, artificial intelligence SHOULD be a useful tool if used appropriately. The only issue with that is that no one CAN…
What Becomes of this Current Moment…
By Andrew R. Duckworth A great portion of my day is spent pondering how the world will be tomorrow. Not a year from now, not a week, but tomorrow. Perhaps this is a result of my own anxieties, but these anxieties are exacerbated by the current climate of… well… everything. It isn’t as if these…
Mechanical Day
By Andrew R. Duckworth It starts as soon as you walk through the door of the service station, that same whizz, buzz, and whirl of everything, the sound unavoidable. There are a few people standing in the aisles, over at the refrigerators, waiting at the counter. Otherwise, not a sign of life around, but the…
Measuring Moments
By Andrew R. Duckworth I tend to measure time with music. When I was seven? “Something About You” by Level 42, not because that was the year it was released, but because I remember hearing it over the speaker of a clothing store while we were traveling when I was seven. Perhaps it seems strange…
The Crazy Business Idea…
Come up with a crazy business idea. By Andrew R. Duckworth In the future, there will be need, whether realized or unrealized, of programs that help people sober from AI addiction. For this reason, I would not propose a business. Asking people to pay for help from their problems, particularly one so promoted in society,…
Replaced
By Andrew R. Duckworth We did not set our eagles free,We abandoned them, replaced them,Plucked their feathers out,Left them on the roadside.Now, the machine in the cagesquawks brilliance in our earsAnd we pride ourselves onDoing nothing.
Memory of Moments Past
By Andrew R. Duckworth At the moment, I recall many times in which I attempt to remember something but cannot. What is it I’m trying to remember? Oh, that just depends. But it calls to mind my memory of things that I cannot recall, things that I had to be reminded of but, for whatever…
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Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 