And now machines,
Each at their own time,
Have struggled in the art of depicting
Our unruly bodies,
And as we observe history repeating,
Occupying improbable angles,
We track the progress of the probability engines,
And behold their wonder,
They see without eyes,
And yet have seen more than any two eyes have ever,
They see anew,
And they see beyond.
Now we in concert with these learning machines,
Craft bodies and worlds by means of statistical analysis,
From words to algorithms,
From algorithms to art,
Producing new meanings,
Many hands make light work,
Two heads are better than one.
The Machines Learning Our Unruly Bodies
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