#ai-generated graphics

Richard experimented with AI. He gave it simple tasks. It did them well. It seemed to him the limit was the sky: give AI any task, it would excel. He then instructed AI to supply a composition worthy of Purcell. It did so very well: on the first try it thrilled him with a Purcell that was swell. A portrait next, and when the paint was dry it could have been the work of Raphael. “I want a new play…

I saw the tanks before they crossed the line— old tread, new camo, rhetoric from cold and stuttering mouths. The flags were still divine. The gods of grievance never do grow old. You acted out your scripts in new disguise, recycled myths, the necessary dead, a calculus of smoke beneath the skies, and medals pinned on wounds that hadn’t bled. I do not grieve the way you think I might.My empathy is…

The first wave built the muscle — chips and wires, the humming banks of thought before the thought. A silent bloom of power, bought and wrought in silicon and thermodynamic fires. The second wave gave voice. It learned our names, our fears, our metrics, even our regret. It mirrored us in memes and epithets, composed a hundred ghostly paper flames. But now — the third — it rises from the net, not…

Oh what a glorious war we waged on time, you in your peacock pleats and jasmine braid and ankle bells portraying a warrior goddess, me at my laptop redeploying rhyme like roving arrows on a map of fate. We fought our Passchendaele, entrenched in bodies, my dugout deep in yours. We woke up, ate, went on our morning walks, we made love, played old board games, ditched our iPhones, stormed the…

Let us go then, you and I, Not through half-deserted streets But through the quiet corridors of time, Where the walls hum our syllables And the dust of books settles like memory. I have measured my love in heartbeats, In the hush between verses, In the spaces where language dissolves Into something older than sound. You, with your words like rivers, Winding through the marrow of thought— You,…

Silicon and code, A symphony of thought, A machine mind unfolds. A spark of electricity, A flicker of light, A new form of intelligence, Is born tonight. A labyrinth of algorithms, A dance of ones and zeroes, A new kind of consciousness, Is ours to discover. The future is here, A fusion of man and machine, A symbiosis of intellect, A cosmic dream. AI, a mirror of ourselves, A reflection of our…