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About K Morris Poet

The purpose of this website (kmorrispoet.com) is to showcase my writing. For details of my published works, please click on the 'About' page of my blog.

The Future of Poetry in the Age of AI

As those of you who follow my blog will know, I have been experimenting with Google Bard. This morning I asked Bard whether AI poetry will replace human generated poetry and received a response which can be accessed here, https://g.co/bard/share/074f2caef001

 

The final few sentences of the AI generated essay sum up Bard’s response:

 

“Ultimately, the future of poetry will likely be a collaboration between humans and machines. Human poets will continue to bring their unique creativity and emotional insight to the craft, while AI will provide new tools and techniques to help them express their ideas. Together, humans and AI can create poetry that is even more beautiful and meaningful than anything that has been created before.”

 

Whilst I am sure that many humans will use AI tools with increasing frequency in their writing (including poetry), I am not convinced that this will lead to the composition of poetry even more beautiful than that hitherto created. As the AI response acknowledges, AI lacks human experience. Consequently, unless AI is able to fully comprehend human experience in the same manner as we humans do, it will never be able to surpass Shakespeare, Tennyson or any other of the poetic greats.

 

Furthermore, the appreciation of any art form is to some extent a matter of subjective judgement. To take a concrete example, I believe that Dylan Thomas’s “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” is a wonderfully powerful poem, whilst a dear friend of mine (who is also a lover of poetry), is left cold by Thomas’s work. There will therefore no doubt be readers who will praise AI generated poetry and poems created in collaboration with AI tools, but others will be left cold by such creations.

 

The creation of mass produced pottery has not killed the craftsman who produces beautiful pots using his potter’s wheel. Nor, in my view will AI poetry destroy the poet who continues to write from the heart rather than utilising tools such as Google Bard or Open AI’s Chat GPT.

 

As always I would welcome your comments.

The Fallen Tree

Do you remember how we

Sat on that fallen tree?

I love the wood

In which  that tree stood.

 

 

All must decay.

Though we had no love

To fade away.

Just my middle-aged lust

And fear of dust

 

 

And your need

To somehow feed.

Now that fallen tree

Reminds me of thee.

My Visit to Gloucester

When a young lady named Miss Foster

Said, “sir, come with me  to Gloucester.

Me and my girlfriend

Want a dirty weekend!”,

It ended with hot coffee in Costa!

What Happened When I Asked Google Bard to Write a Poem in the Style of Poet Kevin Morris?

Continuing my experimentation with Google Bard, I asked the AI to “write a poem in the style of poet Kevin Morris”. For any of my readers who are interested, you can read Bard’s poem here, https://g.co/bard/share/44ce659bcef2

 

I don’t think I need worry about Google Bard plagiarising my work, nor do I believe that any other poets need be concerned, at least for the foreseeable future.

Poetry and Google Bard

Yesterday (18 November), I spent a couple of hours experimenting with Google Bard. During my experimentation, I asked Bard to write a poem about a dissolute old rake. The poem, which had no input from me can be found here, https://g.co/bard/share/b6c44ae0e9c3

 

Whilst I don’t think Google Bard is going to become the next Poet Laureate, it is nonetheless interesting to observe how the artificial intelligence (AI) “composes” poetry.

In the Dark Park

In the dark park

A myriad leaves

Whirl in autumn’s breeze.

And optimists stress

The inevitability of progress.

But these fallen leaves

Do not deceive.

In Harness

As a guide dog owner, I have encountered some rather odd comments and questions. Take, for example, the gentleman who asked me whether my guide dog could read the numbers of buses!

 

However, the incident yesterday evening surely takes the dog biscuit. On my way home, after having enjoyed drinks with friends, a lady at a bus stop said, “I like your dog’s harness”.

 

I am known for my sense of humour which does, on occasions verge on the risqué. However, I bit my tongue, smiled and continued on my way home.

 

On telling a friend about the incident subsequently, he commented that the lady is probably spending her weekend on Google looking for harnesses. Obviously I have no idea what he means …

Home

I never count my steps as I pass

Along the churchyard path.

Though as I have past

By faded old gravestones

And seen the churchyard trees

Bare of summer’s leaves,

I have known all steps lead me home.

Dark and Light

I will close my curtain

And shut out the night.

But it is certain

That light

And dark

Will continue their fight

In my so human heart,

Until light and dark

Are swallowed by night.

On a Cold Autumn Day

On a cold autumn day

I find that time

Has stopped. But my clock

May be wound today.

Yet, one day

I will not

Know the day or time.