AI and poetries

AI is groupthink, it’s hewed to pre-existing work, which it aggregates into something bland and flat. If you don’t want your work scraped and copied by AI, try writing off-balance ideas that aren’t for everyone and have faith that AI will never be able to actually rival human creativity. Deny AI the echo chamber of predictable content on which it feeds. I polish my pieces to a pointless sheen, which gives them an algorithmically indecipherable quality. When it comes my to poetry, I have to admit, I’m working through mediocrity—hoping that it’s just a phase. If failure is essential for growth I’m going to be a giant But after all, someone has to define the baseline. You’re welcome. Ok, Let’s wax poetic.. There are thousands of stars in that black outer-place where gravitas holds them firmly in place. I fret not about avian abductions, or unidentified flying soccers, still, I’ve a waxed on them in multiverse . . Songs for this: I Like You (A Happier Song) [feat. Doja Cat] by Post Malone Late Night Talking by Harry Styles