Homer’s (the blind man’s) poetry as seen by helmut s.
…and the god’s knew:
No matter what,
a boy and his toy are
hard to separate…
cautioned about the risk of a fight,
nevertheless he does not want to let
go of his toy, of his treasure, his Schatz,
Understandable Paris tells his advisors off. He criticizes
them sharply, repelled just by the thought of a night
without, once Menelaus’, now his, the one and only
most pleasing Helen. How could anyone suggest,
being serious, speaking from the gut, asking him
to give up, her up. She was the prize, the cup every man
would want to display in public. She being the gift he got and
well deserved, therefore isn’t he entitled to be her keeper. He is aware
of the gods
But, yes, if he gives her up, her, Helen, the daughter of Zeus,
wouldn’t he also direct her father’s undiluted anger against
himself?”No!” he says, “No way! I won’t give up this woman!”
At the same
consideres to buy peace with gold and slaves:
“Take all those other beauties and treasures
I once hauled home from Argos,
many deck-loads of desire
and able possessions
I gladly offer to
return such if
…man he was, who had never ever bothered
to learn — what he called egotistical thinking
— her use of two numbers, nibbling on bits and others
wasn’t a guy-thing like embedding and linking.
Men ruled the world by iron fists and kicks
the no-thing and a-thing zero and one
were nothing but wife tales from lips
of nerds and sissies who had never done
a real man’s job.
Sophia knew his attitude was bad
therefore she considered a hex,
as a practical joke which he had
coming soon she knew such to be next.
She listened to him making up limericks:
Once not long ago, there was a computer-
guy madly in love. After all he had put her
in control of his tiny life.
A No-Do: A computer as wife.
The power-off. No in- no output he boot her.
(Limerick for the mechanical wife)
A hex on binary code looked like these
0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
0000 0001 0010 0011 0100 0101 0110 0111
(you may copy it down, don’t read it aloud!) Please
1000 1001 1010 1011 1100 1101 1110 1111
8 9 A B C D E F
And he was day-dreaming, with her toying
“Yes dear,” Sophia said, “keep on trying,
“and about the floppy, in A-colon”
her master asked the one from Cologne.
“The floppy slips in the A drive. As you
know, so put it in, hurry up! Just do!
Such should be firm! Now! Okay?” She said
“in all the way!” but he already had
proved to be full of com-promises, a lot
yet tried his 3″ disk in her 5″ slot.
He woke up, looking at the screen, in front.
He apologized to Sophia prompt
“Sometimes I need more than I/O you offer!”
Her screen blinked like she understood his words
and he knew Sophia did.
?in the mood
There was a difference between data-value
and the label-information he knows
it was better to use a cell-reference to do
a calculation in auto update it shows.
Think basic nature, brute strength coaxial cable
See beauty, work with and bringing in clip-art
Taste the power, spruce up this crucial table
Hear her react, nanoseconds, apart
Smell the flowers, in her garden!
“It’s spring how dumb to lock myself away.”
She might be still there I beg your pardon!
“I’m lusting Sunshine, it’s to nice a day!”
His ears filled with: “Work! Work! Work!
The voices unstoppable by wax or by cork.
He left his latest love, just to adjust.
Annoyed with these voices’ unwanted infusion
between his ears, he left her
all by herself without company or intrusion.
“The default alignments are for numeric
entries Right justified and characters
align Left justified, not only generic.”
He lectured himself stepping out. Helen
was centered in the double-Dutch-door.
Her elbows leaning on the ledge into
view, still the view public, superior.
His thoughts deeper than her valleys, whereto
his wandering eyes con spectacles seeking.
Attracted by her magnetic field since she
had brushed his cheek moving in leaking
out the secret wanting him next door to her.
Helen inventoried now her take-me-out-bag
in front of him, whose hopes where-up-to-no-good
one could well say, letting the cat out of the keg
yet was she, Helen too in the mood?