Gary Lucero Writer

AI can compose poetry

And its words might even stir the heart of man

But who would be so foul a human as to rely on it for such trickery?

 

Are we so starved for artistry that we must stoop to such depths?

Must we rely on the artificial to create something we wish to call our own?

Have we no idea what art means?

 

Art is humanity

 

It is from the soul of men and women

It is breath from our lungs

The blood from our veins

It is piss, and shit, and flem

 

No computer can summon such magic

No code can create from thin air something that stands the test of time

 

It can only mimic

It can only combine what it knows

 

It can't create from nothing

But you and I can

 

We can dream

We can imagine what no machine is capable of envisioning

We can see farther and better and more creatively

 

Computers cannot see

They cannot feel

They cannot taste

You cannot hurt them

They are unable to inflict pain

They fear not nor do they take chances

 

Computers have amazing brains

But no heart

They have cognitive abilities that surpass most humans

But they can't truly think

 

They are:

 

Vacant

Lifeless

Formless

Cold

Uncaring

Unmotivated

Unconcerned

And we must not trust them to entertain us, or to give us solace

 

We must trust ourselves

 

Our abilities

Our talent

Our cleverness

And the one thing that truly sets us apart from machines

 

Our ability to feel emotion

 

© Gary Luero 2024

 

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I've spent a fair amount of my life regretting things I've done, or being depressed for any number of reasons, and it's never fun. Depression and sadness are things I wouldn't wish on anybody, and yet it's something that is often beautiful in an odd way to behold when viewed on our TVs, on the big screen, in song, when read in the pages of a book, or experienced in a video game.

 

Why do we find something that no one wants to experience firsthand so appealing in a fictional context? Is it some terrible aspect of humanity where we enjoy seeing others suffer, or do we have a need to feel compassion the same way we wish others would feel it for us?

 

I'm not sure, but I do find myself expressing my own sadness in poems and stories, and when I reread them, there is a certain beauty there. And when I think of my favorite music, films, TV shows, books, and video games, it's often the ones where the characters experience the most hardship that appeal to me most.

 

Maybe these things teach us how to feel for others, how to understand that everyone has hardship, and that all mankind feels depressed now and again.

 

And maybe, we feel a bit thankful when the fictional person is worse off than us.

 

Ultimately, though, we crave to see and feel human emotions, to understand how humanity works, and we hope that by doing so, we'll understand ourselves a little bit better.

 

If you like my musings here, there is a lot more on Facebook, Instagram, and YouTube. Please connect with me there, or e-mail me.