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Daily Create 1/24/24

Here is my Daily Create for today, a poem based on this camera

Is it smoke or is it mist?
that reaches up like a fist,
that rises from the grass to the sky,
covering the trees that stretch high
In the hills, is it raining heavy
or is it just the clouds that carry
the weight of the world around
silencing the earth to no sound?
Quiet.
Dreary.
Gray.

I don’t really have a lot to say about this one. I just thought it was really interesting how I wasn’t sure if it was mist or smoke, and what story that tells? Regardless, I thought the image looked sort of sad, so I wanted to depict that. All I know is that I am not a fan of writing poetry.

Daily Create 1/23/24

Here is my own version of the Voynich manuscript!

I’m sure the next question for people is: what does it mean? What was my intention behind it? What is the story? What does it even say? And here’s the honest truth:

I don’t know.

I like the idea that these kinds of things can mean anything to anyone, that the point is that you try to make your own interpretation based on what you’re given, so there isn’t entirely an answer. It’s whatever you want it to be, whatever message you want it to be.

(my message must be something related to an apple and a frog-like creature because that’s what my hand decided to scribble out)

Daily Create 1/22/24

Here is my Fibonacci poem I created for today’s Daily Create.

How
can
I show
you the light
that I see within you,
that you shed delicately to brighten my world,
when you are suffering deep inside a dark maze with seemingly no exits?
You allow the sun to shine, beyond all the troubles of the world. I wish I could help you see it.

I’m not going to go into depth on it, it’s sort of a vent and personal thing, but the context is that one of my friends is hurting right now, and isn’t very comfortable with themself, and I wish I could find a better way to help them see themselves in the light that I see them. It’s really hard not knowing exactly what to say, and I don’t mean to make it sound like it’s about me, because it definitely isn’t, but I’m just hoping that they can one day see themselves as the person who helps me feel bright.

“Well done on exploring your artistic side”

A creepy-looking cartoon character holding a pole, with a large bowl of yellow fluid in the foreground

image produced by Craiyon

Today’s Daily Create was to pull random words from various radio stations and use them as inspiration for a poem. I didn’t really pay attention and immediately went to the radio.garden site to check out stations around the world, or at least around my corner of the globe. Since I didn’t pay attention, I grabbed sentences rather than individual words:

  • Come into my work and I’ll be your server
    from CJIQ, Kitchener, Ontario
  • Too bad for the fool-hearted clown!
    from Cuzin Vinny, Milford DE
  • Even living for God we go through the motions
    from Plateau Community Radio, Oak Hill WV
  • Milk and honey and Captain Crunch and you in the morning
    from CFRY, Portage la Prarie, Manitoba
  • My choice is that they matter
    from YPR FM, Bilings MT

Two lines are song lyrics, two are from talk radio and the other was a radio preacher. I left the lines in the order that I found them. There is a sense of poetry within the lines, and a sense of rhythm that almost makes them work together, but I’m not getting any kind of meaning from it. It might help to rearrange some of the lines, and it would definitely help to edit it, using the found lines as a starting place.

I asked Dr. Oblivion for his feedback:

Oh, how wonderful that you created an abstract poem.
It sounds like an interesting collection of random sentences you heard on the radio.
I appreciate your creativity in combining them together.
In poetry, the meaning can often be subjective and reflect what the reader interprets from it.
So it’s up to you what you want to convey with these sentences.
Well done on exploring your artistic side.
If you have any questions related to art, technology, media or artificial intelligence, feel free to ask.

I think I got the good Dr. Oblivion as opposed to the snarky Dr. Oblivion, but I’ve heard from the latter so much that I can’t help but hear snark in his tone. Going a step further, I asked ChatGPT to make a poem using those lines:

In the realm of hustle, where dreams may swerve,
Come into my work, and I’ll be your server.
Too bad for the fool-hearted clown,
Lost in a circus, wearing a painted frown.

Even living for God, we go through the motions,
Seeking divine whispers in life’s vast oceans.
Milk and honey, and Captain Crunch in the morning light,
A sweet symphony, a breakfast delight.

My choice is that they matter, each line, each rhyme,
Echoes of moments frozen in the tapestry of time.
In the choices we make, in the stories we weave,
A reminder that our lives, too, can deceive.

The rhythm and rhyme are better, but I don’t think the poem is actually improved. The problem, I think, is that the artistic intent is missing. The machine can mimic the forms of poetry and string words together in a statistically coherent manner, but it’s not expressing anything. Its output is as devoid of meaning as the input. Any meaning that might be found would be projected my the reader. Which is pretty much what the doctor said.