Philip Larkin on speed and loss

You try to get near the sea 

In summer . . .
        It seems, just now,
To be happening so very fast;
Despite all the land left free
For the first time I feel somehow
That it isn’t going to last…

And that will be England gone,

The shadows, the meadows, the lanes,
The guildhalls, the carved choirs.
There’ll be books; it will linger on
In galleries; but all that remains
For us will be concrete and tyres.

From "Going, Going," 1972.

Why T Bone Burnett Pities the Computer

Computers are pathetic. I feel sorry for them. They have no feelings. They have no soul. That's why they have [no?] emoticons.

                                                  T Bone Burnett

From "T Bone Burnett vs. Silicon Valley: 'We Should Go Up There With Pitchforks and Torches,'" The Hollywood Reporter.