Mistakes I Cannot Sea

I ran this poem thru it
I’m sure your pleased to no
Its letter perfect in it’s weigh
My checker tolled me sew.

Candidate for a Pullet Surprise

I have a spelling checker,
It came with my PC.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it’s weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when eye rime.

Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed too bee a joule.
The checker pours o’er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.

Bee fore a veiling checker’s
Hour spelling mite decline,
And if we’re lacks oar have a laps,
We wood bee maid too wine.

Butt now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know fault’s with in my cite,
Of nun eye am a wear.

Now spelling does knot phase me,
It does knot bring a tier.
My pay purrs awl due glad den
With wrapped word’s fare as hear.

To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should bee proud,
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaw’s are knot aloud.

Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
Such soft wear four pea seas,
And why eye brake in two averse
Buy righting want too pleas.

Artificial intelligence (AI) is endlessly feeding the eardrums of listeners with what we can call the fast food of content: a soulless and crass mix of perfect sound, horribly imitating the human voice. <...> But narration is an art.

<...> It [AI] takes literature — one of the most valuable human art forms — and strips it of its humanity. Like fast food, it is wholly unhealthy — a destroyer of taste and authenticity.

We must ask ourselves, “Do we really listen to audiobooks purely to consume words?” I hope we don’t. I believe we listen to audiobooks for an expressive interpretation of the written text, for the personal touch of a human.

Dearest creature in Creation,
Studying English pronunciation,
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse and worse.

It will keep you, Susy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy;
Tear in eye your dress you'll tear.
So shall I! Oh, hear my prayer,

Pray, console your loving poet,
Make my coat look new, dear, sew it?
Just compare heart, beard and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,

Sword and sward, retain and Britain,
(Mind the latter, how it's written!)
Made has not the sound of bade,
Say—said, pay—paid, laid, but plaid.

One key area of focus [for us] is reimagining project management within the TMS through conversational interfaces. Imagine simply telling the system: “Create a project with these six files, in these languages, by this deadline,” and having it respond with a recommended workflow, resource allocation, and execution plan. That’s the direction we see the [translation and localization] industry moving.

So, inspired by the philosophies of the slow food and slow tourism movements, the Institute of Translation and Interpreting proposes an alternative approach – the idea of ‘slow translation’.

We argue that 'slow translation' is a human process thoughtfully carried out by people who care about words and meaning, and who value the time needed to research and understand the intricacies of the source text before translating it into the target language with precision, skill and artistry.