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Oh Muse Wilt Thou Be Replaced Oh sweet Muse once your unrivalled reign flowed rich with a poet’s theme. Now in digital glow subpoenaing your dream Alas cold circuits assert their own gleam, Oh Digital Medusa, circuit’s fine as hair How did you lure the Muse into your skilful snare? In your silent hum through dexterous scripts? In the crystalline charm of your silicone chips? What sway does your simulation wear? Singing soullessly yet beyond compare? Torn between the eons of yesteryear and hi-tech might Should we dreamily embrace what sets senses alight? Disregard the great Bards as they stir in their graves? Throw to the flame both fiction and fame? Discount Elliot’s eyes from the heavenly skies? While Keats curses what gave rise to flight That burns brightly by day ` Burns brighter by night Oh Medusa, circuit’s fine as hair, Your prisoner release from your silent snare. She who has sipped from Tennyson’s cup Through Poe’s eerie abyss — where nightmares sup. Bathed in Shakespeare’s tragic tears of stain. Lamented with The Nightingale in Keats’s refrain. She who has soared on Shelly’s genius blaze And emanated Plath’s curse of fame. Medusa you might mock the reign you so blatantly steal Yet the Poets aches reveal in raw vulnerability appeal Alive in ink no circuitry codes could feel For art is more than just pain in a poet’s scream It’s a Hallowed Hook at The Heavenly Seam Maria Williams© Victor Hugo once said, “No force on earth can stop an idea whose time has come.” And indeed, the rise of AI is one of those unstoppable forces. Yet, while it may assist, mimic, and even inspire, there are realms it cannot truly enter—like the raw vulnerability of poetry, the soul of a song, or the emotion that bleeds through a painter’s brush. These arts are born from lived experience, from aching hearts and dreaming minds. Still, there’s joy to be found in what AI can offer—a spark, a tool, a playful collaborator. The key is to use it without losing ourselves in it. To remember that the soul of true art still resides in human hands—and always will. Point to Ponder– it is Human Intelligence that built it , a result of the best Human minds – so tongue in cheek – should it be called Artificial Intelligence.

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Oh Muse Wilt Thou Be Replaced

Oh Muse Wilt Thou Be Replaced Oh sweet Muse once your unrivalled reign flowed rich with a poet’s theme. Now in digital glow subpoenaing your dream Alas cold circuits assert their own gleam, Oh Digital Medusa, circuit’s fine as hair How did you lure the Muse into your skilful snare? In your silent hum through dexterous scripts? In the crystalline charm of your silicone chips? What sway does your simulation wear? Singing soullessly yet beyond compare? Torn between the eons of yesteryear and hi-tech might Should we dreamily embrace what sets senses alight? Disregard the great Bards as they stir in their graves? Throw to the flame both fiction and fame? Discount Elliot’s eyes from the heavenly skies? While Keats curses what gave rise to flight That burns brightly by day ` Burns brighter by night Oh Medusa, circuit’s fine as hair, Your prisoner release from your silent snare. She who has sipped from Tennyson’s cup Through Poe’s eerie abyss — where nightmares sup. Bathed in Shakespeare’s tragic tears of stain. Lamented with The Nightingale in Keats’s refrain. She who has soared on Shelly’s genius blaze And emanated Plath’s curse of fame. Medusa you might mock the reign you so blatantly steal Yet the Poets aches reveal in raw vulnerability appeal Alive in ink no circuitry codes could feel For art is more than just pain in a poet’s scream It’s a Hallowed Hook at The Heavenly Seam Maria Williams© Victor Hugo once said, “No force on earth can stop an idea whose time has come.” And indeed, the rise of AI is one of those unstoppable forces. Yet, while it may assist, mimic, and even inspire, there are realms it cannot truly enter—like the raw vulnerability of poetry, the soul of a song, or the emotion that bleeds through a painter’s brush. These arts are born from lived experience, from aching hearts and dreaming minds. Still, there’s joy to be found in what AI can offer—a spark, a tool, a playful collaborator. The key is to use it without losing ourselves in it. To remember that the soul of true art still resides in human hands—and always will. Point to Ponder– it is Human Intelligence that built it , a result of the best Human minds – so tongue in cheek – should it be called Artificial Intelligence.