Castling means nothing to me, motherfucker. Oh, youвЂ™re вЂњmovingвЂќ your вЂњknightвЂќ to вЂњf3вЂќ? Well, IвЂ™m moving people to tears through raw personal narrative and bold confrontation of inequity through verse. You dunces may love the Stonewall Gambit, but have you even heard of Stonewall? ThatвЂ™s a gay thing that I know about now. IвЂ™m playing the game of highlighting marginalized voices, and you better believe itвЂ™s a blitz round. IвЂ™ve spent the last twenty years re-learning visceral honesty, cutting out societal distractions like вЂњsmall talkвЂќ or вЂњmy childrenвЂќ. Computers may be smart, but IвЂ™ve got something Deep Blue doesnвЂ™t: emotional intelligence. And IвЂ™ve come to this conclusion: although Deep Blue may have beaten me in chess, I can kick its bitch computer ass in a poetry slam any day of the workweek. IвЂ™ve looked long and hard for a skill that Deep Blue doesnвЂ™t have.

So IвЂ™ve taken two decades to do some thinking. I saw my loss as a sign that chess was fucking dumb anyway. It was the first time a machine had ever defeated a world champion in chess, and thinkers across the world saw my loss as a sign that artificial intelligence was surpassing the limits of human thought. IвЂ™ll lay my cards on the table: in 1997, I lost a chess game to IBMвЂ™s supercomputer Deep Blue. ItвЂ™s your boy, Russian chess grandmaster Garry Kasparov.

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