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Tea leaves, bicycle chains and dream of Christopher, Christopher and the machine
I am drinking goat's milk hot chocolate from my Alan Turing mug. (It's from the ACM.)
My poem "The Clock House" has been accepted by Stone Telling.
It's a piece I wanted to write since the fall of 2008; it took me a year once I got started. It is for Christopher Morcom. It is also for Alan Turing.
It is Turing's centenary year. The call to grant him a posthumous pardon for his conviction for gross indecency was just rejected. (He did get a stamp.) I submitted the poem specifically for Stone Telling's queer issue.
They need more submissions. Send them some.
I did believe it possible for a spirit at death to go to a universe entirely separate from our own, but I now consider that matter and spirit are so connected that this would be a contradiction in terms. It is possible however but unlikely that such universes may exist.
—Alan Turing, "The Nature of Spirit" (1932)
My poem "The Clock House" has been accepted by Stone Telling.
It's a piece I wanted to write since the fall of 2008; it took me a year once I got started. It is for Christopher Morcom. It is also for Alan Turing.
It is Turing's centenary year. The call to grant him a posthumous pardon for his conviction for gross indecency was just rejected. (He did get a stamp.) I submitted the poem specifically for Stone Telling's queer issue.
They need more submissions. Send them some.
I did believe it possible for a spirit at death to go to a universe entirely separate from our own, but I now consider that matter and spirit are so connected that this would be a contradiction in terms. It is possible however but unlikely that such universes may exist.
—Alan Turing, "The Nature of Spirit" (1932)
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Glad to help!
but I've lived in one of Basil Spence's buildings, and don't really want to entrust my correspondence to him...
What would happen to your letters?
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Well, if his influence still endures, they might turn a rather depressing shade of pale grey, or their roofs might leak when it rained...