A couple of weeks ago I fell into conversation with a teacher of music. She had just purchased my book, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” and our conversation turned to matters of creativity. I asked whether she believed that computers would ever be able to produce music of the same standard as that of Mozart and other great composers? She responded with a question of her own, “could a computer ever produce poetry of the same standard as that of the great poets?”
The above is an interesting question. There is a tendency perhaps inate in we humans to deny that something is possible merely on the grounds that it’s occurance fills us with forboding or abhorrence. However gut reactions are not (usually) the best means of answering complex questions.
As regards my own view of the matter, the simple answer is that I have no idea as to whether machines will ever be capable of producing works of artistic merit. The great advantage of we humans is that we possess emotions which are interwoven in our art whether literary, painting or musical. I suspect (and I am no scientist) that it will be easier for those working in the field of artificial intelligence to produce machines which are of similar intelligence (or perhaps exceed) that of humans. However to reproduce genuine emotion will, I suspect be a far more difficult task so intellectual pursuits may well be one of the last bastions to fall to AI. Its also perfectly possible that “true” AI will never be achieved as there is still much debate about what, exactly constitutes real intelligence, (merely because an extremely fast computer could, in the future have access to all known information and be able to process it at greater speed than a human would not make it more intelligent than mankind for intellectual abilities reside in far more than processing power).
Below is a piece of speculative fiction written by me in early 2015. As ever I would be interested in your views. https://newauthoronline.com/2015/01/18/robert/
Kevin
Tag Archives: poetry
Disability
I hear
The sea in my ear.
It’s waves ever near
Go swish swish.
I wish
They would withdraw.
But what if the roar
Should cease
Leaving a deafly peace?
To be blind and without sound
Is to some a horror profound.
Yet many who in silence dwell
Do not consider it hell.
Society puts it’s fear
On those who can not hear
And finds
In the blind
An object of pity
For it is easy to patronise
Those with no eyes.
“I could not cope
And would abandon hope”
They say
While the disabled shrug
And get on with their day.
Behind Closed Door
Comfortable hotel beds
And lights that turn red,
On pavements cold
Where only the bold
Or foolish dare to tread.
The dread
Of discovery
And reputations shot beyond recovery,
May keep the mean streets clean,
While behind closed door
Things go on as before …
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In April, the French legislature introduced a law making it illegal to pay for sex, http://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/apr/06/france-passes-law-illegal-to-pay-for-sex-criminalise-customers.
Book Sale by Author Victoria (Tori) Zigler
I am pleased to publish the below announcement by my author friend, Victoria (Tori) Zigler:
I’m about to celebrate being published for four years. On top of
that, the tenth anniversary of when I started blogging is coming up.
To celebrate both of these things, I’ve got the eBook versions of some
of my books on sale for a couple of weeks.
The sale started on April 20th 2016 and ends on May 7th 2016.
For details, including links and coupon codes for each book, go HERE
Young Women of Fashion
Young women of fashion
Excite the passion
Of older guys,
Who yearn to possess
The girl in the short dress,
And caress
Her perfectly formed thighs.
losing himself in those soft brown eyes,
Man tries
But rebuffed,
He acts tough,
Inwardly sighs
While inside, a little bit of him dies
Do you have a book coming out and want to let others know about it?
I am happy to share news of forthcoming books. If you have a book coming out and would like to share it, please send the details to me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com. Please contact me (if at all possible) at least a week prior to the publicity being required.
Many thanks
Kevin
I Am Being Interviewed On Saturday 9 April
I am thrilled to announce that Croydon Radio (http://www.croydonradio.com/) has kindly agreed to interview me, at 5:15 pm, on Saturday 9 April about my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” (http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01AF5EPVY/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_GMp6wb14J8PT5). The interviewer will be Tom Cannon and you can find details of his programme here (http://croydonradio.com/schedule/bio.php?ID=b9814797-2aa8-e632-c7ca-9af78b1463c4 ). I will post further details once these are confirmed.
Kevin
Read An Ebook Week – Victoria (Tori) Zigler’s Books
I have received the below, from my author friend, Victoria (Tori) Zigler, who’s books are enrolled in “Read An Ebook Week”. Please do check out Tori’s books.
Kevin
“Some of my books are on sale this week as part of Smashwords Read An eBook Week.
Details of which ones I’ve enrolled, how much of a discount you’ll get, and what coupon codes to use, can be found HERE
Wolves
A lone wolf
At the edge of the pack
Feels no lack
Of comrades true
For through
The clouds his friend,the moon, breaks.
He howls and wwakes
The ancient fear
In those dwelling near.
The hunter his gun aims.
The wolf’s brains
Explode.
There is no need to reload.
Taking up the body of his friend
He glances at the clouds which portend
A storm.
The sky so dark and forlorn.
Alone
At home
He sits
And strips
The carcass bare.
The pack neither know nor care
About the hunter’s prey.
They will commune
With the moon
Another day.
“Dreadfully Drained” By Jayne King
I am pleased to publish the below poem, “Dreadfully Drained” by Jayne King. For Jayne’s poem, “Sleepless 1 and 2” please visit http://newauthoronline.com/2016/01/30/sleepless-1-and-2-by-jayne-king/.
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On the sofa I’m falling asleep,
But in bed I lay awake.
Why this bizarre occurance?
Life’s no piece of cake.
Work is so draining,
Everyone wants a piece of me.
I’m merely human, you know?
Why can’t they just let me be?
This can’t be all to life,
Please, someone tell me there’s more.
People are quick to ask for favours,
But when I ask, I’m shown the door.
With all these things floating around,
My fatigue growing the wrong way,
Unsure when or if answers will come,
It’s no wonder sleep stays away.

