Didn't you just say this thing was "life" a few clicks back, Jim?
Before that you'd announced that it was "art" and now it's writing.
Reminds me a bit of a product an old high-school buddy once tried to sell
me: you could brush your teeth, polish your shoes, take out blood
stains, and wash the walls with it.
Just goes to show that writing is anything we say its is. Art too.
Poetry especially so.
Honestly, though, J, when you give your Sorbonne talk, make sure you
mention your previous confusions about what "it" is while the admiring
French fall into the blank spaces within the computer screen.
If I were you, I'd stick with "life" as it makes you sound more
omnipotent-- but "life" has been done already all over the place. I
wonder how many of those programs are silently morphing away in locked
offices at MIT? Calling it writing may very well get you in the door. A
bit like a new sauce on an old hamburger or pink shoelaces in
yesterday's worn-out tennis shoes.
Jess
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