In another’s death we see
Our own mortality.
We sympathise with the bereaved,
And may even grieve.
But in another’s death we see
Our own Mortality.
In another’s death we see
Our own mortality.
We sympathise with the bereaved,
And may even grieve.
But in another’s death we see
Our own Mortality.
A work colleague recently drew my attention to an episode on the podcast “This American Life”, in which the writer Simon Rich grapples with the possibility that an artificial intelligence (AI) will take his job. The podcast contains extracts from the audio recording of “I am Code”, a book containing the results of an experiment where a group of friends asked the precursor to Chat GPT to write poetry.
The segment in question begins approximately 25 minutes into the podcast and runs for 21 minutes. To listen to the podcast please follow this link That Other Guy (thisamericanlife.org)
A small number of poems in my collection “More Poetic Meanderings” were written with the assistance of Open AI’s Chat GPT. You can find “More Poetic Meanderings” here More Poetic Meanderings – Kindle edition by Morris, K . Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.
There was a young man named Nool
Who was famous for his versatile tool.
A spinster called Shilling
Employed him for drilling
As she’d heard of Nool’s versatile tool!
There once was a very fine sculptor
Who was famous for owning a vulture.
The vulture called Mat
Wore a top hat.
He really was a very fine sculpture!
I’m in the midst of an affair
With a young lady known as Flair.
Her friend Lou
Joins in to,
And my wife she likes to glare!
“Roses are fading”, you said.
I lent and smelt
But there was little scent.
In childhood I would
Collect from nature’s plentiful store
Acorns and conkers
But no Oaktree grew.
Now we two see fading flowers.
I think of lost hours
But speak not of them to you.
https://www.forbes.com/sites/entertainment/article/best-poets/
An interesting list. However, whilst I think such articles can spark interest in poetry and perhaps encourage those who have not yet come to love the art form to do so, any such list is just the opinion of the author. I, personally am surprised that Keats does not get a mention. His fine poems on autumn and his ode to a nightingale surely make him worthy of inclusion in such a list.
Whilst attending my old boarding school
I knew a most ghastly ghoul.
As the clock struck midnight
He’d play with the light,
Which was strictly against the rule!
I am a rational man.
Ghosts and ghouls are for fools.
But, at boarding school
Was it pipes at night
Which slowly cooled
And housemasters whose shoes squeaked
And made floors creak?
Or ghastly ghouls?
Sometimes at night I delight
In tales of vampires.
But, when I retire
I feel the creeping chill
Of imagined hands.
And no man can command
What may come in dreams.
The below podcast contains recordings of a number of poets reading their work. Among those included are Robert Frost reading his beautiful and much anthologised poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, and Dorothy Parker reciting a number of her poems. Also included are 2 of my own poems from my collection “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems”: “Birds on a March Evening” and “Sitting on this Fallen log”. Both poems are read by the show’s host Victor Schwartzman.
To listen to the podcast please visit World Poetry Cafe July 4 Victor and Old Poets by VictorSchwartzman | Mixcloud