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Oracle
on AI generated poetry
Remember struggling up steep winding trails on jagged mountains?
Sheltered by boulders at the peak, a white-bearded sage sat
awaiting our questions. His answering words were
breathtaking; threatening to blow us
off the peak of awareness.
All of this generated within the depths of an inspired human mind.
Now we stride easily up shining steps of silicon chips.
Instead of stunted windblown trees by the path,
complicated tangles of wires in
a multitude of twisted
colors, black, white.
At the peak an IKEA (t) stark white table
under a flickering fluorescent sun,
a black keyboard invites our queries,
so we type plaintively upon
the blackness of the screen.
We are not scientists seeking fundamental truths, but poets seeking truths beyond such truths. We lose our faith, think circuitry of our brains, convoluted lived experiences, struggles and triumphs, inadequate for creation of art anymore. We ask machines for glimmers of eternal verities.
