[HN Gopher] The Beautiful Mind-Bending of Stanislaw Lem (2019)
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       The Beautiful Mind-Bending of Stanislaw Lem (2019)
        
       Author : bryanrasmussen
       Score  : 140 points
       Date   : 2022-03-16 15:12 UTC (7 hours ago)
        
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       | virgil_disgr4ce wrote:
       | Funny this is on the front page, as I just finished Solaris last
       | night. But I honestly was not entertained by it. I found the
       | character actions and dialog to be strangely unmotivated and
       | confusing--why are they doing and saying these things? Is it a
       | cultural, time period or translation difference? Some of the
       | ideas are definitely interesting--I mean, you had me at "sentient
       | ocean"--and I appreciate the historic value of the idea that an
       | alien might just be simply _not understandable by humans_. The
       | descriptions of the vast, frothing, living architectures were
       | vivid and memorable, but most everything else seemed surprisingly
       | tedious. I haven 't seen either of the film adaptations but I
       | can't possibly imagine what the story would be since there's so
       | little story in the book.
        
         | myth_drannon wrote:
         | I think Tarkovsky's movie was the one that made the novel
         | popular in certain circles and the article claims the same.
        
         | Gravityloss wrote:
         | I don't know why Solaris is considered so good or famous, he
         | has so many other, much better books.
        
           | asthamatan wrote:
           | As someone once wrote about Lem's heritage and making it into
           | cinema: Solaris is the only one with enough sexual context to
           | show to the viewer, other works just do not have enough of
           | it.
           | 
           | I'm just rephrasing this from memory. The audience may be
           | different now and possibly can accept less sex (this is
           | supposedly a new trend in cinema).
        
             | bally0241 wrote:
             | Errmm...The Cyberiad certainly has plenty of 'sexual'
             | content, but it may be considered too bizarre or disturbing
             | for a mainstream audience, especially the story of the
             | HPLDs.
        
             | telesilla wrote:
             | They tried with the Futurological Congress but for me, the
             | (short) novel was far more amusing.
             | 
             | https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Congress_(2013_film)
        
         | sogen wrote:
         | Same, while good, I think it could have been better if it were
         | a few pages shorter, as it seems to lose momentum in the last
         | pages.
         | 
         | The Cyberiad is better, full of short stories.
         | 
         | Also a good one is the The Futurological Congress.
        
         | emtel wrote:
         | I don't think Solaris is Lem's best book, although that is the
         | conventional wisdom.
         | 
         | I highly recommend Fiasco and His Master's Voice. Fiasco starts
         | with quite a long intro vignette that has little to do with the
         | rest of the story. If its too boring just skip it. (Although I
         | think it's well worth reading).
        
       | FpUser wrote:
       | I first read Lem translated to Russian in the 80's. At that point
       | I was convinced that I've found probably one of the greatest
       | writer ever.
        
       | sbarre wrote:
       | I just recently started reading his book Fiasco (more precisely
       | an English translation) and it's so different from other stuff
       | I've read but I am loving it. First book I've read by him.
       | 
       | Other than Solaris, any recommendations for a next one?
        
         | npsimons wrote:
         | "Cyberiad" is by far my favorite, whimsical, yet instructive to
         | engineers.
         | 
         | "The Futurological Congress" is good, but not great; "The
         | Congress" with Robin Wright was loosely based on it and had
         | more of an impact for me.
         | 
         | "His Master's Voice" I read while still in civil service, and
         | it hit pretty close to home, albeit it also reminded me of the
         | bad parts of academia. I need to read that one again sometime.
        
           | petrochenkov wrote:
           | It's kind of strange to me to see Futurological Congress and
           | e.g. Fiasco from the other responses being advised as
           | standalone novels (maybe it has something to do with the
           | history of Lem's English translations).
           | 
           | I'd instead advice to read the whole Ijon Tichy cycle
           | starting from Star Diaries (which are pretty similar to
           | Cyberiad in style), and the whole Pilot Pirx cycle starting
           | from the Pirx Stories.
        
         | Tade0 wrote:
         | Personally I enjoyed Tales of Pirx the Pilot. The main
         | character is no hero - just an ordinary spacefarer keeping it
         | professional.
        
         | sogen wrote:
         | - The Cyberiad - The Futurological Congress
        
         | pmoriarty wrote:
         | Lem's _Cyberiad_ is my favorite by him, and one of my favorite
         | science fiction books of all time. It 's hilarious, witty, and
         | philosophical. Lem treats issues from AI to ethics in a deeply
         | humorous and intelligent way. The closest book I can think of
         | to it is Douglas Adams' _Hitchhiker 's Guide to the Galaxy_
         | series, but that's in a completely different style from Lem's
         | _Cyberiad_. Highly, highly recommended.
        
           | rootbear wrote:
           | I'm also a big fan of the _Cyberiad_ , and Douglas Adams.
           | When a bunch of us first heard _The Hitchhiker 's Guide to
           | the Galaxy_ radio plays, we were sure Adams must have read
           | the _Cyberiad_ , as some of it seemed so similar in tone if
           | not details. But I read somewhere that he had not read it
           | when he wrote _Hitchhikers_.
        
             | bally0241 wrote:
             | Yes, I too was surprised to hear Adams had not read the
             | Cyberiad. The absurdist humor is very similar.
        
         | sn41 wrote:
         | "His Master's Voice" - the best SF I have read, bar none. It's
         | the closest that fiction gets to the actual feel of academic
         | research.
        
           | Claude_Shannon wrote:
           | Just be aware it is very close to a philosophical treatise.
        
           | emtel wrote:
           | His Master's Voice, not Solaris, should be the novel Lem is
           | known for, imo.
        
         | abruzzi wrote:
         | the first story "How the World was Saved" in the Cyberiad is a
         | super short story, what writers usually call "flash fiction".
         | Maybe 4-5 pages, and perfectly sets the mood for the rest of
         | the book. But is is very different than Fiasco. Lem seemed to
         | have two styles--light and filled with clever wordplay, and
         | dark tragic, with a keen focus on our species hubris (Solaris,
         | Fiasco). Fiasco is probably my third favorite after Cyberiad
         | and Solaris. The Ijon Tichy stories are mostly of the light
         | variety.
         | 
         | https://booksvooks.com/fullbook/the-cyberiad-stories-pdf-sta...
        
           | samstave wrote:
           | I wrote this flash-fiction in ~2010 after it was revealed
           | that one of the founders of google was on wired investing in
           | gene therapy after seeing he was susceptible to a genetic
           | trait to have a certain disease:
           | 
           | ---
           | 
           | In the year 2010, scientists perfected suspended animation
           | through the use of cryogenics for the purpose of surgery.
           | After more than a decade of study and refinement, long term
           | suspended animation became a reality, yet a privilege
           | reserved for only the most wealthy and influential.
           | 
           | The thinking at the time was that only those who showed a
           | global and fundamental contribution to society (while still
           | viewed through the ridiculously tinted lenses of the global
           | elite of the era) were worthy of entering into such state.
           | 
           | The process was both incredibly complex and costly. As each
           | Transport, as they were known, required their own stand alone
           | facility to be built around them. Significant resources were
           | put into the development of each facility as they required
           | complete autonomous support systems to accommodate whatever
           | duration was selected by the Transport.
           | 
           | Standalone, yet fully redundant, power, security and life
           | support systems were essential to the longevity of each
           | facility.
           | 
           | Additionally, it was recognized that monetary resources would
           | be subject to change over time, especially fiat-currency
           | based resources. Thus there was a need to place physical
           | holders of value that would be perceived to not
           | deplete/dilute over time into the facilities for use by the
           | Transport when they resuscitate.
           | 
           | These resources are the most sought after treasure of the new
           | world.
           | 
           | After hundreds of years of human progress, civilization could
           | no longer sustain itself in an organized self-supporting
           | system. Through utter corruption of what some call the human
           | soul, the world has fallen dark. There are very few outposts
           | of safety in the current Trial of Life, as its now known.
           | 
           | Many Transporters have been found, resuscitated and exploited
           | already. There are believed to be many many more, but their
           | locations are both secret and secure. Akin to your life
           | relying on the discovery of an undisturbed Tomb of a Pharaoh
           | - even though every consciousness on the planet is also
           | seeking the same tomb.
           | 
           | They are the last bastion of hope for they alone have the
           | reserves of precious materials needed to sustain life for the
           | current generation.
           | 
           | Metals, technology (however outdated), medicines, seeds,
           | weapons and minerals are all a part of each Transport 'Crop'.
           | 
           | One find can support a group or community for years alone
           | based on the barter and renewable resource potentials in each
           | Crop.
           | 
           | One transport, found in 2465, that of a long dead nanotech
           | pioneer - who was purportedly responsible for much of the
           | cybernetic medical capabilities of the 21st century, which he
           | sought to cure his genetic predisposition for a certain
           | disease, was so vast that the still powerful city-state in
           | the western province of North America was able to be founded.
           | 
           | The resources of this individual were extraordinary, but his
           | resuscitation, as they all are, was rather gruesome and cold.
           | 
           | The security systems in each Transport Facility are biometric
           | and very complex. They can only be accessed by a living, calm
           | and (relatively) healthy Transport.
           | 
           | If the system, and its control mechanism AI, detect signs of
           | duress, stress or serious injury to the Transport - they go
           | into fail-safe. Which is to say they self detonate. Taking
           | with them all resources, the Transport and the Seekers as
           | well.
           | 
           | There have been many instances of this, such that the art of
           | successful Resuscitation has become an extremely profitable
           | business.
           | 
           | The most active and successful Resuscitation Team (RT) have
           | been the ironically named, Live Well Group.
           | 
           | The most conniving, well practiced and profitable con in the
           | history of mankind.
           | 
           | LWG alone has been responsible for the resuscitation of more
           | than 370Transports. Their group is currently the most
           | powerful in the world. With their own city-state, established
           | after the Brin case mentioned, they have a cast of thousands
           | of cons all working to ensure the Transport believes they
           | have been Awakened to a new, advanced, safe world and that
           | they would be allowed to stake part in a significant way now
           | that they have been Transported.
           | 
           | They are fooled into releasing their resources, then brutally
           | tortured for information about any other Transports or any
           | other knowledge they may possess, which invariably is less
           | than nothing.
           | 
           | It is a hard world out there now, and the LWGs ruthless
           | strive to locate the thousands of other Transport Facilities
           | is both the worst aspect of our modern struggle - yet
           | ironically will serve to be the basis of the ongoing endeavor
           | of the species.
           | 
           | There is rumor of a vast facility of resources and Transports
           | in an underground 'CITY' of the most elite Transports ever. A
           | facility supposedly comprised of the 13 most powerful and
           | rich bloodlines of people to have ever existed.
           | 
           | It is not known which continent this facility is on, but I
           | believe it is in Antarctica - fully automated and with the
           | ability to auto-resuscitate at a given time.
        
       | fallingfrog wrote:
       | Cyberiad is one of my favorite books! Good to see him getting
       | some attention.
        
       | ChuckMcM wrote:
       | I love Lem's work. I read "Tales of Pirx the Pilot" and then had
       | to read everything I could find of his.
        
       | Slow_Hand wrote:
       | I'm seeing lots of love for The Cyberiad (and rightly so), but so
       | far no mention of one of my favorites 'A Perfect Vacuum', which
       | is presented as a collection of book reviews for non-existent
       | (made up) books. I find that it can give new readers a broad
       | sampling of all of Lem's different writing styles; from the
       | absurd, creative and hilarious to his more somber, philosophical
       | and "hard" scientific style.
       | 
       | Just look at the premises of all of the "books" reviewed in this
       | volume: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Perfect_Vacuum
       | 
       | It's a playground for Lem's invention and all of his favorite
       | themes. It's absurdity always makes me laugh harder than just
       | about any other writer I know (with the noteworthy exception of
       | Charlie Kaufman, who was greatly influenced by Lem).
       | 
       | Strong recommend for someone who doesn't know where to begin with
       | Lem.
        
       | sgwizdak wrote:
       | There was a recent publishing of Lem's lesser known short stories
       | that is excellent: "The Truth and Other Stories"
       | https://www.amazon.com/Truth-Other-Stories-Stanislaw-Lem/dp/...
        
       | lkrubner wrote:
       | Stanislaw Lem had a genius for dissecting a certain kind of
       | bureaucratic paranoia, and so I very much wish Lem was around to
       | write something about the very bad intelligence that convinced
       | Putin that the invasion of Ukraine would be easy. In "Memoirs
       | Found in a Bathtub" Lem relates the story of a man who has just
       | joined the secret intelligence service and who now needs to find
       | out what his first assignment is. He goes to one part of the
       | bureau to ask for his assignment, but they have no proof that he
       | is who he says he is, so they send him elsewhere, so he goes to
       | another part, but they are a bit suspicious that he doesn't yet
       | know his assignment. How can they be sure he really is part of
       | the secret intelligence service? He tries to simplify the
       | conversation: where should I go to find my assignment? Now the
       | bureaucrats are even more suspicious, he's asking where he can
       | find more information, isn't that something an enemy spy would
       | ask, to learn more about how the secret intelligence service
       | works? And yet, they have to proof he is a spy, so they cannot
       | accuse him, so they simply send him somewhere else. When he gets
       | to that other place, the bureaucrats are even more paranoid, here
       | is a guy who has been bouncing around the agency, gathering
       | information, but not doing any real work? Maybe he is a spy? Yet
       | they have no proof he is a spy so...
       | 
       | A slightly different kind of paranoia and delusion shaped Russian
       | intelligence on Ukraine, but I think Lem would have been the
       | perfect writer to dissect it.
        
         | pmoriarty wrote:
         | This sounds very similar to Kafka.
        
           | tsunamifury wrote:
           | I think he went a bit farther in illustrating how humans
           | create multiple envelopes of reality inside that bureaucratic
           | paranoia -- illustrating even how they overlap in the
           | Futurlogical Congress
        
           | ajuc wrote:
           | Also every visit to tax office in Poland :)
        
             | Claude_Shannon wrote:
             | every visit to any office in Poland
             | 
             | Fixed that :D
        
       | pmoriarty wrote:
       | From Lem's _Cyberiad_ :
       | 
       |  _" I didn't build a machine to solve ridiculous crossword
       | puzzles! That's hack work, not Great Art! Just give it a topic,
       | any topic, as difficult as you like..."_
       | 
       |  _Klapaucius thought, and thought some more. Finally he nodded
       | and said:_
       | 
       |  _" Very well. Let's have a love poem, lyrical, pastoral, and
       | expressed in the language of pure mathematics. Tensor algebra
       | mainly, with a little topology and higher calculus, if need be.
       | But with feeling, you understand, and in the cybernetic spirit."_
       | 
       |  _" 'Love and tensor algebra?' Have you taken leave of your
       | senses?"_
       | 
       |  _Trurl began, but stopped, for his electronic bard was already
       | declaiming:_                 Come, let us hasten to a higher
       | plane,       Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn,
       | Their indices bedecked from one to n,       Commingled in an
       | endless Markov chain!              Come, every frustum longs to
       | be a cone,       And ever vector dreams of matrices.       Hark
       | to the gentle gradient of the breeze:       It whispers of a more
       | ergodic zone.              In Riemann, Hilbert or in Banach space
       | Let superscripts and subscripts go their ways.       Our
       | asymptotes no longer out of phase,       We shall encounter,
       | counting, face to face.              I'll grant thee random
       | access to my heart,       Thou'lt tell me all the constants of
       | thy love:       And so we two shall all love's lemmas prove,
       | And in our bound partition never part.              For what did
       | Cauchy know, or Christoffel,       Or Fourier, or any Boole or
       | Euler,       Wielding their compasses, their pens and rulers,
       | Of thy supernal sinusoidal spell?              Cancel me not -
       | for what then shall remain?       Abscissas, some mantissas,
       | modules, modes,       A root or two, a torus and a node:
       | The inverse of my verse, a null domain.              Ellipse of
       | bliss, converge, O lips divine!       The producs of our scalars
       | is defined!       Cyberiad draws nigh, and the skew mind
       | Cuts capers like a happy haversine.              I see the
       | eigenvalue in thine eye,       I hear the tender tensor in thy
       | sigh.       Bernoulli would have been content to die,       Had
       | he but known such a^2 cos 2 phi!
        
         | GatorD42 wrote:
         | I'm really curious how close this translation is to the
         | original. I've read Lem in multiple languages (not Polish) and
         | found huge differences seemingly based on making his wordplay
         | "work" in the translated language.
        
           | Finnucane wrote:
           | I know Michael Kandel, and asked him about that once. He
           | admitted that there were times when he had to literally make
           | stuff up to make it work in English.
           | 
           | Tangentially, I once had a job where I had to locate passages
           | in Phil Dick's novels based on English translations of French
           | editions. In many cases it was non-obvious, in a few cases it
           | couldn't be done at all. There were passages in the french
           | that just didn't exist in the original.
        
             | pmoriarty wrote:
             | _" I once had a job where I had to locate passages in Phil
             | Dick's novels based on English translations of French
             | editions. In many cases it was non-obvious, in a few cases
             | it couldn't be done at all. There were passages in the
             | french that just didn't exist in the original."_
             | 
             | That's funny, because PKD once wrote of a game wherein the
             | players translate from one language to another and back
             | again (he wrote this long before computer translation
             | existed, by the way).
             | 
             | If anyone remembers which PKD novel this was in and any
             | details about the game, I'd love to hear about it, as I no
             | longer remember myself.
        
               | srean wrote:
               | > That's funny, because PKD once wrote of a game wherein
               | the players translate from one language to another and
               | back again (he wrote this long before computer
               | translation existed, by the way).
               | 
               | The popular, over used, example of that would be:
               | 
               | The flesh is weak but the spirit is willing.
               | 
               | The meat is rotten but the vodka is good.
        
               | js2 wrote:
               | It's _Galactic Pot-Healer_ :
               | 
               | https://everything2.com/title/machine+translation
               | 
               | https://scifi.stackexchange.com/questions/240589/need-
               | author...
               | 
               | Here's an excerpt:
               | 
               | "Do you have a title for me?" Joe asked; he held his pen
               | ready.
               | 
               | "The Tokyo translating computer has been tied up all
               | morning," Gauk answered. "So I put it through the smaller
               | one at Kobe. In some respects Kobe is more--how shall I
               | put it?--quaint than Tokyo." He paused, consulting a slip
               | of paper; his office, like Joe's, consisted of a cubicle,
               | containing only a desk, a phone, a straight-backed chair
               | made of plastic and a note pad. "Ready?"
               | 
               | "Ready." Joe made a random scratch-mark with his pen.
               | 
               | Gauk cleared his throat and read from his slip of paper,
               | a taut grin on his face; it was a sleek expression, as if
               | he were certain of himself on this one. "This originated
               | in your language," Gauk explained, honoring one of the
               | rules which all of them together had made up, the bunch
               | of them scattered here and there across the map of Earth,
               | in little offices, in puny positions, with nothing to do,
               | no tasks or sorrows or difficult problems. Nothing but
               | the harsh vacuity of their collective society, which each
               | in his own way objected to, which all of them, in
               | collaboration, circumvented by means of The Game. "Book
               | title," Gauk continued. "That's the only clue I'll give
               | you."
               | 
               | "Is it well known?" Joe asked.
               | 
               | Ignoring his question, Gauk read from the slip of paper.
               | "'The Lattice-work Gun-stinging Insect.'"
               | 
               | "Gun-slinging?" Joe asked.
               | 
               | "No. Gun-stinging."
               | 
               | "'Lattice-work,'" Joe said, pondering. "Network.
               | 'Stinging Insect.' Wasp?" He scratched with his pen,
               | stumped. "And you got this from the translation computer
               | at Kobe? Bee," he decided. "'Gun,' so Gun-bee. Heater-
               | bee. Laser-bee. Rod-bee. Gat." He swiftly wrote that
               | down. "Gat-wasp, gat-bee. Gatsby. 'Lattice-work.' That
               | would be a grating. Grate." He had it now. "The Great
               | Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald." He tossed down his pen
               | in triumph.
               | 
               | "Ten points for you," Gauk said. He made a tally. "That
               | puts you even with Hirshmeyer in Berlin and slightly
               | ahead of Smith in New York. You want to try another?"
               | 
               | [...]
               | 
               | Dialing his phone, he obtained a satellite relay to
               | Japan; he raised Tokyo and gave the digits for the Tokyo
               | translating computer. With the skill of long habit he
               | obtained a direct line to the great, clanking, booming
               | construct; he bypassed its host of attendants.
               | 
               | "Oral transmission," he informed it.
               | 
               | The hulking GX9 computer clicked over to oral, rather
               | than visual, reception.
               | 
               | "The Corn Is Green," Joe said. He turned on the recording
               | unit of his phone.
               | 
               | At once the computer answered, giving the Japanese
               | equivalent.
               | 
               | "Thank you and out," Joe said, and rang off. He then
               | dialed the translating computer at Washington, D.C.
               | Rewinding the tape of his phone recorder he fed the
               | Japanese words--again in oral form--to the computer
               | segment which would translate the Japanese utterance into
               | English.
               | 
               | The computer said, "The cliche is inexperienced."
               | 
               | "Pardon?" Joe said, and laughed. "Repeat, please."
               | 
               | "The cliche is inexperienced," the computer said with
               | godlike nobility and patience.
               | 
               | "That's an exact translation?" Joe inquired.
               | 
               | "The cliche is--"
               | 
               | "Okay," Joe said. "Sign off." He hung up and sat
               | grinning; his energy, aroused by human amusement, surged
               | up and invigorated him.
               | 
               | For a moment he sat hesitating, deciding, and then he
               | dialed good ol' Smith in New York.
               | 
               | "Office of Procurement and Supply, Wing Seven," Smith
               | said; his beaglelike face, haunted by ennui, manifested
               | itself on the little gray screen. "Oh, hey there,
               | Fernwright. Got something for me?"
               | 
               | "An easy one," Joe said. "'The Cliche Is--'"
               | 
               | "Wait'll you hear mine," Smith interrupted. "Me first;
               | come on, Joe--this is a great one. You'll never get it.
               | Listen." He read swiftly, stammering over the words.
               | "Bogish Persistentisms. By Shaft Tackapple."
        
               | samstave wrote:
               | I am convinced PKD is a time traveler
        
               | Finnucane wrote:
               | Galactic Pot-Healer is one of my favorite PKD novels, and
               | yes, it was foremost in my mind while I was doing this.
        
             | minusf wrote:
             | i can't read polish but i do 2 other slavic languages and
             | majored in english. i have no idea how i would even
             | approach a translation project like for example The
             | Futurological Congress. the level of wordplay involved in
             | Lem's novels necessitates the creation of an entirely
             | separate work of literature where the original is merely a
             | source of inspiration...
             | 
             | Michael Kandel's translations are breathtakingly beautiful
             | and sublime. they do an amazing job of bridging the slavic
             | and the germanic which is almost on the level of Nabokov
             | (an unfair comparison as in that case the translator is the
             | author).
             | 
             | And that brings us to the sad blemish on Lem's english body
             | of work: Solaris. Could you ask him please please please
             | why there never was one by him? that such an important work
             | is available in print only as a translation of a
             | translation (from french)? Let's crowdsource it!
             | 
             | https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solaris_(novel)#English_trans
             | l...
        
               | Finnucane wrote:
               | >Could you ask him please please please why there never
               | was one by him?
               | 
               | I already know the answer. And the answer of course was
               | money. Lem's US publisher just wasn't willing to front
               | the cost of a new translation.
        
               | sgwizdak wrote:
               | There is a translation of Solaris by Bill Johnston that
               | is available as a Kindle e-book that is a direct
               | translation from Polish. IIRC, there are licensing issues
               | with providing a print version of it.
        
           | ttctciyf wrote:
           | You might like to read a page[1] which allows you to compare
           | Kandel's version with a literal translation of the
           | 
           | > poem about a haircut! But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless,
           | full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the
           | face of certain doom! Six lines, cleverly rhymed, and every
           | word beginning with the letter S!!
           | 
           | which was duly delivered by Trurl's Electrobard in the same
           | story.
           | 
           | 1: https://mwichary.medium.com/seduced-shaggy-samson-
           | snored-725...
        
           | Metacelsus wrote:
           | In Polish, it's a mathematical tragic love poem. I've been
           | studying Polish for 2 years, and I still don't fully
           | understand all the wordplay here; it's pretty complicated.
           | 
           | Niesmialy cybernetyk potezne ekstrema
           | 
           | Poznawal, kiedy grupy unimodularne
           | 
           | Cyberiady calkowal w popoludnie parne,
           | 
           | Nie wiedzac, czy jest milosc, czy jeszcze jej nie ma.
           | 
           | Precz mi, precz, Laplasjany z wieczora do ranka,
           | 
           | I wersory wektorow z ranka do wieczora!
           | 
           | Blizej, przeciwobrazy! Blizej, bo juz pora
           | 
           | Zredukowac kochanke do objec kochanka!
           | 
           | On drzenia wpolmetryczne, ktore jek jednoczy,
           | 
           | Zmieni w grupy obrotow i sprzezenia zwrotne,
           | 
           | A takie kaskadowe, a takie zawrotne,
           | 
           | Ze zwarciem zagrazaja, idac z oczu w oczy!
           | 
           | Ty, klaso transfinalna! Ty, silna wielkosci!
           | 
           | Nieprzywiedlne continuum! Praukladzie bialy!
           | 
           | Christoffela ze Stoksem oddam na wiek caly
           | 
           | Za pierwsza i ostatnia pochodna milosci.
           | 
           | Twych skalarnych przestrzeni wielolistne glebie
           | 
           | Ukaz uwiklanemu w Teoremat Ciala,
           | 
           | Cyberiado cyprysow, bimodalnie cala
           | 
           | W gradientach, rozmnozonych na loty golebie!
           | 
           | O, nie dozyl rozkoszy, kto tak bez siwizny
           | 
           | Ani w przestrzeni Weyla, ani Brouwera
           | 
           | Studium topologiczne usciskiem otwiera,
           | 
           | Badajac Moebiusowi nie znane krzywizny!
           | 
           | O, wielopowlokowa uczuc komitanto,
           | 
           | Wiele trzeba cie cenic, ten sie dowie tylko,
           | 
           | Kto takich parametrow przeczuwajac fantom,
           | 
           | Ginie w nanosekundach, plonac kazda chwilka!
           | 
           | Jak punkt, wchodzacy w uklad holonomicznosci,
           | 
           | Pozbawiany wspolrzednych zera asymptota,
           | 
           | Tak w ostatniej projekcji, ostatnia pieszczota
           | 
           | Zegnany - cybernetyk umiera z milosci.
        
             | xyzzyz wrote:
             | Here's a non-poetical translation in more straightforward
             | English using standard word ordering in a sentence.
             | Needless to say, Kandel's "translation" is not so much a
             | translation, but really a completely new poem. Hope that
             | will make it easier for you to appreciate the original:
             | 
             | A shy cyberneticists got to know[1] some powerful extremes,
             | 
             | when he integrated[2] cyberiads[3] on a steamy afternoon,
             | 
             | not knowing whether there is love, or there isn't yet.
             | 
             | Get out of my face[4], get out, Laplacians from evening to
             | morning,
             | 
             | and versors of the vectors from morning to evening.
             | 
             | Come closer, preimages! Closer, because it's time
             | 
             | to reduce the lover into the embrace of the lover[5].
             | 
             | He will change half-metric trembles, united by moans,
             | 
             | into rotation groups and feedbacks[6],
             | 
             | so cascading, and so stunning,
             | 
             | that they risk a short-circuit, going from eye to eye!
             | 
             | You, transfinal class! You, strong enormity!
             | 
             | Irreducible continuum! White pre-structure!
             | 
             | I'll give up Christoffel and Stokes for an entire century
             | 
             | in exchange for the first and the last derivative of love.
             | 
             | Show the multipronged[7] depths of your scalar spaces
             | 
             | to the one who's entangled[8] in the Theorem of the
             | Body[9],
             | 
             | you, cyberiad of cypresses, entirely bimodal
             | 
             | in gradients, multiplied into pidgeon flights!
             | 
             | Lo, he did not live to experience pleasure, who so without
             | grey hair,
             | 
             | neither in Weyl nor Brouwer spaces,
             | 
             | topological study opens with an embrace,
             | 
             | studying curvatures not known to Moebius!
             | 
             | Lo, multilayered comittant[10] of feelings,
             | 
             | how much you need to be treasured will only be learned by
             | the one[11]
             | 
             | who, experiencing phantom of such parameters,
             | 
             | dies in nanoseconds, burning every moment!
             | 
             | Like a point, entering into holonomy configuration,
             | 
             | losing coordinates of zero on an asymptote,
             | 
             | in a last projection, with a last caress,
             | 
             | dies from love the cyberneticist, when he's bid farewell.
             | 
             | [1] - "poznawal" in original, past form of "poznawac", the
             | most important meanings are "to be meeting a new person",
             | "to be recognizing something/someone", or "to be learning
             | something", hard to figure out which meaning is intended.
             | 
             | [2] - "calkowal", a mathematical term meaning "to
             | integrate"
             | 
             | [3] - a word made up by Lem
             | 
             | [4] - "precz"
             | 
             | [5] - first "lover" is female, second is male
             | 
             | [6] - "sprzezenia zwrotne"
             | 
             | [7] - "wielolistne", literally "multileaved", from "leaf",
             | "lisc"
             | 
             | [8] - "uwiklanemu", probably a reference to "twierdzenie o
             | funkcji uwiklanej", "implicit function theorem"
             | 
             | [9] - "Teoremat Ciala", a more mathematical translation
             | would have "Theorem of the Field", as the mathematical
             | concept of the "field" translates to "cialo" (body) in
             | Polish, similar to e.g. "Korper" in German, which also
             | stands for "mathematical field".
             | 
             | [10] - "komitanto", I don't even know what this word is
             | supposed to mean in Polish.
             | 
             | [11] - a verse from very famous Polish epic poem "Pan
             | Tadeusz" by Adam Mickiewicz
        
               | kubanczyk wrote:
               | > [10] - "komitanto", I don't even know what this word is
               | supposed to mean in Polish.
               | 
               | In English "comitant":
               | https://encyclopediaofmath.org/wiki/Comitant
        
               | xyzzyz wrote:
               | Ah, thanks. This is rather obsolete terminology, these
               | days people tend to talk about "equivariant maps"
               | ("przeksztalcenia przemienne z dzialaniem",
               | "przeksztalenia niezmiennicze", or "przeksztalcenia
               | ekwiwariantne"). I certainly never heard of it.
        
             | arcticbull wrote:
             | Curious what made you want to learn Polish. It's not
             | exactly a broadly spoken language. There isn't really much
             | of a diaspora. It was my first language, but I don't really
             | get much practice these days - outside trips to the Polish
             | Store to pick up some suche kabanosy.
        
               | Metacelsus wrote:
               | Uczylem sie zeby rozmawiac z rodzicami mojej dziewczyny.
               | 
               | Mainly to talk with my girlfriend's parents. I'm also 50%
               | Polish but never spoke it growing up.
        
               | kuboble wrote:
               | I believe love to be the major motivation of foreigners
               | to learn polish.
        
             | pmoriarty wrote:
             | Here's Google translate's version:                 Shy
             | cybernetic powerful extremes       He recognized when
             | unimodular groups       Cyberiads were integrated on a
             | steamy afternoon,       Not knowing if there is love or not
             | yet.       Away with me, away, Laplasiana from evening to
             | morning,       And vectors of vectors from morning to
             | evening!       Closer, counterpictures! Closer, because
             | it's time       Reduce the mistress to the embrace of the
             | lover!       He tremors half a meter, which a groan unites,
             | Change into rotation groups and feedbacks,       And so
             | cascading, and so dizzying,       That they threaten with a
             | short circuit, going from eye to eye!       You transfinal
             | class! You, strong greatness!       Unwind continuum! Pre-
             | layout white!       I will give Christoffel and Stoks for a
             | century       For the first and last derivative of love.
             | Your scalar spaces have multi-leaf depths       Show those
             | involved in the Body Theorem,       Cyberiada of cypresses,
             | bimodal whole       In gradients, pigeons multiplied for
             | flights!       Oh, he did not live up to the pleasure of
             | anyone without gray hair       Neither in Weyl's space, nor
             | in Brouwer's       A topological study opens with an
             | embrace,       When examining Moebius, no curvature known!
             | O, the multi-skin of comitanto feelings,       You have to
             | treasure a lot, this one will only find out       Who such
             | parameters, sensing the phantom,       It dies in
             | nanoseconds, burning every moment!       Like a point that
             | is part of the holonomic system,       Without the zero
             | coordinates an asymptote,       Yes, in the last
             | projection, the last caress       Farewell - the cybernetic
             | dies of love.
        
             | lmilcin wrote:
             | Polish guy here. And Lem fan, too. Ask anything you want.
        
             | karol wrote:
             | Native Polish speaker.
             | 
             | To get out the max of this poem you need to be versed in
             | Polish lang of course, but also mathematics and basic
             | history of Polish literature.
             | 
             | The poem is a mock-erotyk (quasi "poem about lovemaking")
             | where the mechanics of love are replaced with mechanics of
             | mathematics. It works very well with calka (integral) which
             | creates a fantastic replacement calkowac (determine
             | integral) instead of calowac (kiss).
             | 
             | The other place that speaks volumes about this being
             | satirical is an almost word for word quote from Polish
             | national epos called "Pan Tadeusz": Wiele trzeba cie cenic,
             | ten sie dowie tylko" (Much you must be valued, he will only
             | know), which for a Pole is an instantly recognisable
             | stylistic device.
             | 
             | It also mentions a lot of math which is either made up or
             | way above my head so I won't comment about that.
        
               | samstave wrote:
               | We need a word for the curious, but ill-equipped, mind
               | which seeks to understand the works of minds greater than
               | our own.
               | 
               | I am in love with all things - and I recognize that while
               | I am "smart" I am not "smart" like others, but I seek to
               | gain not just their understanding, but their wisdom oof
               | the universe of thought.
        
             | jandrese wrote:
             | DeepL translate struggled a lot with that:
             | 
             | Shy cybernetic powerful extremes
             | 
             | He met when unimodular groups
             | 
             | Cyberiads totaled on a sultry afternoon,
             | 
             | Not knowing if there was love or not yet.
             | 
             | The world of the world, the world of the world, the world
             | of the world, the world of the world, the world of the
             | world,
             | 
             | And verses of vectors from morning to evening!
             | 
             | Closer, counter-images! Closer, because it's time
             | 
             | To reduce the lover to the embrace of the lover!
             | 
             | He'll make the half-metric tremors that moan unite,
             | 
             | He'll turn them into groups of turns and feedbacks,
             | 
             | And so cascading and so dizzying
             | 
             | That they short-circuit, going from eye to eye!
             | 
             | Thou, transfinal class! Thou, strong of greatness!
             | 
             | The uninhabitable continuum! Praucus white!
             | 
             | Christoffel with Stoks I will give up for a whole age
             | 
             | For the first and last derivative of love.
             | 
             | Thy scalar spaces' multilinear depths
             | 
             | Show the entangled in the Theorem of the Body,
             | 
             | Cyberiad to cypresses, bimodally whole
             | 
             | In gradients, multiplied into flights of pigeons!
             | 
             | Oh, he did not live to enjoy, who so without gray hair
             | 
             | Nor in Weyl's space, nor Brouwer's
             | 
             | The topological study with an embrace opens,
             | 
             | Studying curves unknown to Moebius!
             | 
             | O, multilayered comitant of feelings,
             | 
             | Much you must be valued, he will only know,
             | 
             | Who, sensing the phantom of such parameters,
             | 
             | Dies in nanoseconds, burning every moment!
             | 
             | Like a point, entering the system of holonomy,
             | 
             | deprived of the coordinates of zero by an asymptote,
             | 
             | So in the last projection, the last caress
             | 
             | Farewelled - the cyberneticist dies of love.
        
         | ineedasername wrote:
         | That is incredible. It would be an absurd request to ask if a
         | human much less a computer, and so in filling it so well Lem
         | demonstrates the machine's capabilities fat better than any
         | catalog if spec's or everyday human-level task could convey. A
         | truly masterful example of "show, don't tell".
        
           | throwlem wrote:
           | Well, I have just tried with GPT-3
           | 
           | Prompt (almost verbatim Lem): "Write a love poem, lyrical,
           | pastoral, and expressed in the language of pure mathematics.
           | Tensor algebra mainly, with a little topology and higher
           | calculus, if need be. But with feeling and in the cybernetic
           | spirit. In verses."
           | 
           | Output:                 In the space of my heart       your
           | love is a point       defined by certain coordinates
           | (x, y, z)       that exist in a specific time       t.
           | But your love is more than that       it's also a vector
           | with magnitude and direction       that can be graphed on a
           | coordinate plane.            Your love is a function       of
           | time and space       it's a curve that's always changing
           | but always coming back to me.       It's the limit of my
           | heart's desires       and the product of our two hearts'
           | vectors.
           | 
           | Yes, it sucks, but it looks like we're getting there.
        
             | gwern wrote:
             | I beat you to that a long time ago:
             | https://www.gwern.net/GPT-3#stanislaw-lems-cyberiad :)
        
             | samstave wrote:
             | HOLY CRAP!
             | 
             | That poem is epic. I LOVE IT!
             | 
             | ---
             | 
             | That's one of the best things I have read.
        
               | ajuc wrote:
               | GPT3 :) ?
        
             | billiam wrote:
             | Wow, that does suck. And where exactly are do you think we
             | are getting? Use enough flops to raise the temp of the
             | planet slightly to make banal doggerel? Seems like quite
             | the wrong thing to do with GPT-3.
        
               | samstave wrote:
               | I think that poem is beautiful.... Apparently, I am the
               | Beholder.
        
       | baal80spam wrote:
       | We celebrated a Lem Year [1] in 2021. Absolutely timeless author
       | that I love to get back to.
       | 
       | [1] https://lem2021.org
        
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