Problem: to make what you see be seen, through the intermediary of a machine that does not see it as you see it.
Problem: to make what you see be seen, through the intermediary of a machine that does not see it as you see it.
“Heart mine, art mine, whose embraces
Clasp but wind that past thee bloweth
E’en this air so subtly gloweth,
Guerdoned by thy sun-gold traces,
That my heart is half afraid
For the fragrance on him laid;
Even so love’s might amazes!”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: To Be Sung Beneath a Window”