Month: June 2023

This week Desperate Poets were challenged to a high-noon slam with the Ai oracles who appear to be forcing their way into the neighbourhood. It would seem that robots are starting to write poetry. It’s true. No, I don’t know what they hope to gain.  

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I was strapping on the guns, kick-boxing the heavy bag and nun-chucking the nunchucks when Poetry came strutting in. Rattlesnake wrapped ’round her finely curved neck and a crown of fireweed gracing those lightning white locks. 

What’re you doing, she asked. I faked a few jabs in her direction. She rolled her eyes, did some fancy-pants thing and put me arse over tea kettle dumbfounded in the corner. Totally in love as usual.  

Prepping for the big battle, says I. Desperate Poets bustin’ chops, head to head, eye to eye, puttin’ the boots to the gang from Ai.   

Her laughter was geese at night through an open window. A little stream mumbling away. One firefly in the woods. Lucid silence. She parts her lips and the wind blows warm. 

Intelligence doesn’t write poetry darlin’. Artificial or otherwise. It’s just one part of being human. And if you look around, it seems to be a very small part these days. Your lot appear to be struggling just understanding the workings of a power button. 

We love you, she says, looking up, down and all around. But you are just a season. A fine little moment in time. Tipping the balance a bit much though. A dangerous, hungry bunch. Blind as newborns. 

For one long and lonely heartbeat she became a black hole and I was just a man. Then she helped me up, brushed me off and growled; if never a word was written – I’d still be around. Now, don’t go getting yourself hurt.

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