Not even once in MegaHAL's dataset does the phrase "beat the crap out of Windows" appear, but our HAL is smart enough to realize that's often the only way to deal with Microsoft's OS.
Anger is depression with a brimstone lamp;
for who would bear the universe infinity in ruckus
and brought me safe thus far
too much and too solid,
and pillows for my neck.
remember, the russian easter overture
is over and over
and seen for us one flower,
including the mossy shadows, under the jewelled sky.
I often grow tired of the psychobabble about the emotion you think you're feeling being different from the emotion you're really feeling--you know, you think you're depressed but you're really afraid, you think you're afraid but you're really angry, you think you're happy but you're really an idiot, that sort of thing. But "Anger is depression with a brimstone lamp" is still a great opening line for a poem.
Second line here begins with something out of Shakespeare, from Hamlet's depressed-angry speech
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
and changes that to bearing the infinite universe--"safe thus far," in a line directly from "Amazing Grace." HAL follows that up with "too much and too solid," a feeling any sentient embodied being in the infinite ruckus can appreciate. Looking at HAL's dataset, I see that the first part of that line was originally in the context of "too much and too little at once"--but instead of the "too little," HAL gives us "too solid," which is both an allusion to Hamlet and his "too solid flesh" and a quote from a poem about, erm, soup.
At this point, the student of the poem may be quite grateful for those pillows.
The Russian Easter Overture is over and over. Easter isn't a one-time thing, but a celebration for all eternity, seen for us (in) one flower--one lovely flower, beautiful indeed, but a flower which must be accompanied in this world by shadows. There is always shadow here, yet when we look at those shadows, we would do well to always keep in mind the jewelled sky above us.
I swear to you, half the poems in college's Intro to Poetry course seemed less intelligently written than this.