AI
This is not the poem I wrote for today
The poem was about a song I heard
that sounded like ones and zeros
Spewed from a data centre somewhere abroad
Using resources we could barely afford
What does it cost us?
Maybe not everything but certainly something
so I end with the last part of today’s poem
Reset your algorithm
with Angine de Poitrine
Embrace microtonal madness
and the beauty of controlled chaos
in the face of a faceless prompt
Thoughts
Well this is a first. I wrote a poem about a song I heard that was probably AI. But then I thought, what if it wasn’t? My stream of consciousness was not very charitable so I rewrote it. Some of us are trying our best to create except those who think typing into a prompt is art. It’s not.
Embrace the beauty of controlled chaos with Angine de Poitrine
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