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      August 3, 2013The Robotics ProblemKen Poyner

      How many robots does it take
      To change a light bulb?
      This is your central question.
      Is it a matter
      Of sufficient programming
      So that the robot will know what it is to do;
      Or a task of putting the necessary elements in order
      Starting with a random beginning?
      Is it the ability,
      Both hardware and software,
      To recognize varying sockets,
      To fumble through the case
      Of available light bulbs and not be tempted
      To try one that will not fit only because
      One that will fit is not present?
      It could be the idea of pressure
      Both holding the bulb and twisting
      It into the socket. Or it could be
      Cooperation: more than one robot,
      Each robot understanding its own part
      In the larger operation, each with its specialties:
      With each enlightened robot understanding
      No one robot has the entire picture.
      It takes each robot doing its part,
      With the working collective of robots
      All fully understanding this.
      There is the pure mechanical dexterity
      Of one robot holding the light bulb
      With no more, no less than the proper
      Tension; mounting the wooden extension structure with
      Each foot methodically secure; at the top
      The bulb aligned with mathematical precision to the socket threads
      And the robot itself tethered by three
      Appendages to the ladder. At the last
      The four mates, one on each wooden leg—
      The fifth robot still impeccably balanced—
      Lifting and ever so slowly marching
      In a mutually calculated
      And wirelessly communicated circle,
      The aerial robot spinning with them, but
      Fixed at the center of the spin.
      The light bulb’s grooves will take hold.
      The care between all of them will seem
      More miracle than machinery,
      A symphony of software and supplied structure,
      A process adequately spaced into any execution register.
      And then there will be light.

      from #38 - Winter 2012

      Ken Poyner

      “In 1972, while trying to impress a young lady who was infatuated with the poetry of the day, I checked out of the library, at random, Randall Jarrell’s The Lost Day. By one poem in, I had largely forgotten the young lady, and had started to move through the inner-city high school library’s small collection of modern poetry. Jarrell was a smack in the face with a 30-pound salmon. I had read poetry in English class before, but had entirely missed the degree to which poetry communicates a range of understanding, a conspiracy between the writer and the reader, and how it creates a substantive new knowledge that, while individually held, is socially ravenous. I have been trying to duplicate that myself for 40 years. Jarrell, along with Tate and Simic, remains today amongst my favorites.”