Yes, I do prefer, and I don't see any reason why I should pretend that jimrandomh meant that when he wrote "Some types of deviations are allowed, but some aren't".
Some would consider the meaning colloquially well understood.and actually find your technicality hard to imagine without prompting.
Also: You might want to consider the possibility that Swimmer963 (or jimrandomh or T S Eliot) might have criteria of poetic merit
It would be absurd to assume that I hadn't. Since you had trouble with (or were trying to attack) the "not allowed" language I presented it in language that did not rely on being inside the reality of the game for it to make sense.
Those remarks about status often seem to me like very clear examples of status-seeking behaviour themselves. "See how much more sophisticated I am, seeing through what Picasso might have said about beauty or artistic integrity to the status-seeking core beneath.
Picasso painted (ugly paintings). I have no idea what he said it is what he did that demonstrates his understanding and I'd be surprised if he could verbalize it particularly well.
Nobody expects much status for explaining that the helium nucleus consists of two protons and (usually) two neutrons. It's trivial, not deep. Nor do I expect more than maybe a karma or two for explaining what Jim meant - and that would be for the courtesy not for any particular demonstration of sophisticated insight.
find your technicality hard to imagine without prompting
What "technicality"? The idea that by "allowed" jimrandomh might have meant something akin to "allowed"?
(Perhaps you're under the impression that I took it to mean that some actual authority will actually punish you for writing less-metrical poetry. If so, then it seems that you were simultaneously complaining of my alleged literal-mindedness while reading my words over-literally yourself.)
I presented it in language that did not rely on being inside [etc.]
If I'm un...
**Note: I'm not a poet. I hardly ever write poetry, and when I do, it's usually because I've stayed up all night. However, this seemed like a very appropriate poem for Less Wrong. Not sure if it's appropriate as a top-level post. Someone please tell me if not.**
Imagine
The first man
Who held a stick in rough hands
And drew lines on a cold stone wall
Imagine when the others looked
When they said, I see the antelope
I see it.
Later on their children's children
Would build temples, and sing songs
To their many-faced gods.
Stone idols, empty staring eyes
Offerings laid on a cold stone altar
And left to rot.
Yet later still there would be steamships
And trains, and numbers to measure the stars
Small suns ignited in the desert
One man's first step on an airless plain
Now we look backwards
At the ones who came before us
Who lived, and swiftly died.
The first man's flesh is in all of us now
And for his and his children's sake
We imagine a world with no more death
And we see ourselves reflected
In the silicon eyes
Of our final creation