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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