Today I became curious about one of my favorite poems, Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas. So I read up on it on-line.
I learned lots of things. For one thing, I learned that the poem is formally a “villanelle” – a 19-line rhyming poem with five ABA stanzas followed by one ABAA stanza, with the first and third lines of the first stanza repeated multiple times.
I also learned that Thomas wrote it to his dying father in 1947. Also that his father, who taught English literature in Wales, managed to hang on to life until 1951.
I also learned that the poem was not actually published until 1952. Now that I know all these things, I am not likely to forget them.
The reason I am mentioning this is that it is quite possible that some day that entire process of “reading up on it” will take place entirely in people’s heads, in a matter of moments, due to forthcoming advances in AI and other technologies. It will be the real-life version of Trinity in The Matrix learning to fly that helicopter.
I am not sure that this will be a good thing. After that transition, we may need to redefine what we mean by “learning”, and we may need to say goodbye to this slower paced reality, where you actually need to look something up to learn about it.
Am I ready for that brave new world of the future? To quote Trinity, “Not yet.”