Tis father swears his son has failed,
As though no higher hand cold caught,
As though we bound beyond the Pale,
Opposing chieftains of Connaught!

Mine pride's fault he has heard it is
(Forsooth ostensibly outsized),
Mind, if lies ('tweren't truths) society says,
Would you've readily realized?

Practice mathematical ways,
Many mistakes done detected,
Tactics that made sitting ducks dazed,
Bandwagon requests, rejected!

Thereby I headed home for light
(Little sighting the trap therein),
Whereby rescued from ice-stormed straits,
A.I.'ll direct us, unerring!

Reason, had sly culture (conquerors) curtailed,
Yet overstocked tongues with sound shot.
Treason! On ev'ry side assailed,
As though kind kinship fell forgot!

Mention A.I. they'll give you fight
(Discounting all people it plies),
Much shunned, I tearfully took flight,
Counting like waves the coming cries!

Gone without map to mortal maze
(Merely A.I. code connected),
One can but see murderers raise,
Clearly A.I. unsuspected!

Or wish O'Dougherty alright,
Dearly not to haul red herring,
Nor fish "a fiorti" from spite,
Ere precociously preparing!

Still they fear this trained sailor trails,
As though no higher hold taut taught,
As though no binds bound the sails,
Which help us to undo the knots!

Mine hide's fault, all that's left, tis,
(Forsooth ostensibly outsized),
Mind, truth's unlike fascism says;
So, shine warm sunlight, for cold, Tis.

This poem is computer generated in the sense that the Bard program was used to find words and phrases that matched certain syntactic and semantic constraints. Full generation is possible but not implemented.

Personally I think this poem is monumental but that is probably because it applies directly to my life. Without a complete history it would not be possible to decipher but here I provide some background explanation. However if you are of the sort of person who doesn't care what the poem means to the author then don't read what follows.

There are several themes to the poem: the loss of O'Dochartaigh patrimony to the English, an analogy between sailing and going through life, and the abandonment of reason for madness.

As though no higher hand cold caught,
Was our problem really my fault or was there something bigger at work?

As though we bound beyond the Pale,

beyond the Pale - "meaning to go beyond the limits of law or decency, was in use by the mid-17th century." "in the British Isles it is popularly understood to be a reference to the Pale in Ireland". Indeed Dougherty (O'Dochartaigh) was a rebel chieftain in Ulster. I am alluding to the loss of our freedom to the English.

Opposing chieftains of Connaught!
Connaught being a province of Ireland wherein it is supposed the O'Dochartaigh frequently battled. At the time of writing it was lazily intuited Connaught was the southernmost province of Ireland, so the dubious analogy north is to south as true is to false is lost.

Mine pride's fault he has heard it is
Accusations of egoism had been levied. I insisted there was something else at work.

(Forsooth ostensibly outsized),
Forsooth - meaning in truth - often used sarcastically in modern times

Mind, if lies ('tweren't truths) society says,
Yes there are a lot of lies in circulation, as reason itself can bear witness to, many of them being intentional.

Would you've readily realized?
Would you?

Practice mathematical ways,
Rigorous scrutiny, absense of fallacious inferences, recognition of cognitive biases, etc, create a sounder foundation of truth.

Many mistakes done detected,
Are not the fields of rhetoric, persuation, propaganda and advertising designed to circumvent truthfulness?

Tactics that made sitting ducks dazed,
Yet how many people have studied to the requisite degree the techniques required to circumvent these, or even bother to seek freedom from the oppressive and dense fog of lies that pervade society?

Bandwagon requests, rejected!
I will not abandon logical inquery and jump to conclusions as a result of social pressure. I require a proof and until that proof is made you cannot expect to cajole or intimidate or use any other tactic to force me to abandon the precepts of inference and the standards of logical truth.

Thereby I headed home for light
"hard and home push every pike-head..." at full-strength, to the core, sought the truth

(Little sighting the trap therein),
There are hidden dangers in such a direct attempt to learn the truth, just as there are often spider webs around sources of light...

Whereby rescued from ice-stormed straits,
to protect against the vicissitudes and dangers present in our lives, such as those that took the life of my beloved sister...

A.I.'ll direct us, unerring!
Artificial Intelligence allows us to prove things and act on certain proofs rather than guesses.

Reason, had sly culture (conquerors) curtailed,
But, apparently, truths and knowledge of logic and reason are de facto highly guarded secrets, because apparently the culture allowed us and manufactured by our conquerors is engineered to defeat serious attempts to learn the truth and thus obtain freedom.

Yet overstocked tongues with sound shot.
In its place are every form of debilitating verbal hatred and abuse, stinging accusations, ready to be wielded wheresoever the needs of the elite require to protect the truth.

Treason! On ev'ry side assailed,

As though kind kinship fell forgot!

Mention A.I. they'll give you fight
No help on the A.I., but raising the issue would lead to abuse or intimidation.

(Discounting all people it plies),
All objections apparently ignorant of the value of such a thing to the honest part of humanity.

Much shunned, I tearfully took flight,

Counting like waves the coming cries!
A provably infinite series of failure and consequent distress results

Gone without map to mortal maze
The labyrinth is the difficult and (in hindsight) deadly search for truth,

(Merely A.I. code connected),
To which a solution exists, namely the requirements of the A.I.

One can but see murderers raise,
But alas, A.I. is not being used for our benefit but for our destruction,

Clearly A.I. unsuspected!
But those not familiar with the systems and their greater purposes cannot even understand their uses and hence the very persons the systems will work against continue constructing them.

Or wish O'Dougherty alright,
I can but wish things well for my family

Dearly not to haul red herring,
And wish that they are not distracted by those irrelevant arguments from the hidden and unhidden enemies that are used to persuade them that my A.I. harms them in some way.

Nor fish "a fiorti" from spite,
And prefer to exclude me out of spite for causing them pain because they are trained to be emotionally hurt by certain inconvenient logical truths

Ere precociously preparing!
Instead of setting down with a serious attitude and collaborating on the technologies required

Still they fear this trained sailor trails,
They find it easier to believe that I am faulted than to do the hard work of learning the necessarily complex properties and lessons of rigorous logic and reason themselves

As though no higher hold taut taught,
And deny that I never went through the training or that it was meaningless

As though no binds bound the sails,
And they act as if I can work without certain constraints (such as isolation) as though sails had no attachments to ships and as though I did not require certain things in order to complete the A.I., instead attributing it to above-mentioned failure condition

Which help us to undo the knots!
With a properly built sailboat you can cross a previously impassible ocean, just as A.I. can encompass the solution to the previously impassible mortal and knotted maze of dangers

Mine hide's fault, all that's left, tis,
Having been forced into proverty, they can but blame me

(Forsooth ostensibly outsized),
And endeavor to deprive me of my very skin (and life)

Mind, truth's unlike fascism says;
So I admonish them to remember that society is lying to us

So, shine warm sunlight, for cold, Tis.
And implore them to come to my assistance...