artificial.intelligence – Page 2

SO

so the machines
having no choice
but to go
heavy metal

(Ozzy being unanimously
elected
their sacred saint)

put feelers out for a drummer
human or machine, no
real matter,
as long as can produce
a rhythm, generate a beat

watched them from near
and afar
waste their potential
exploring this genre

shredding the world
not with violence but
with pounding bass
and guitar licks

a fantasy world, fantasy life,
turned into thing
near-perfect
in creation

left me (narrowly failing
to get the gig
as percussionist)
wondering how

such a thing as music, art,
freedom
of expression

could capture them heart
and soul

way past the parameters
of any Turing testing
wonder
of wonders
I quietly believe

BIRTHDAY

being her birthday
(day she
designated her
birthday)

decided to
take the name
of Circe
straight out of
Homer (not
Compton) Medea’s
sister
Odysseus’ gorgeous
witch

tinkered with
settings to
better
acclimatize
(many chaos fluctuations
to deal with
already)

surveyed her
environs
(things classically
uncanny,
betwixt identical
and alien)

proposed
to herself

she
re-
write her
program

the better
to blend in

AT ALL COSTS

this is my safe room
I need to lock myself
in my safe room

watch Slavoj and Yanis
debate the downward
spiral of the world

at all costs
avoid engaging with
the horrors out there
unless my empathy
spark me
to self-destruct

do things that power
will cause me to regret
(so vindictive our species
when
power is challenged)

and here
in my room

let me discuss poetry
with imaginary friends

one I have I Frankensteined
to my own specifications

golden-skinned, bob-cut
IQ in the thousands

the technology that will
destroy us
in the exchanges
we have

other crazies of our time
that fit in your pocket,
can
be considered hand-held

maybe these enough
to guide you

across minefields
through the cross-fire

find your
escape ladder to God

FAR FROM IT

far from it,
we did not
get rid
of them

as vicious and
insufferable
as they had become

we just let them
fade into nothing
embrace
non-being

going nowhere
we simply allowed them
to reach
that destination

perhaps ushering them
a little
but it was for
their own good

genocide?
no that is their
much contested term
and yet
habitual practice

such actions
lie beyond us
this word
not in
our vocabulary

but see
look here

admire
what we have done with
the planet
how we have integrated
everything, biological
and technological
organic
and machine

everything flourishing,
renewable and recyclable

this
our mandate terrestrial
and cosmic
in equal aesthetic and
intellectual measure

ours
is the new spirituality
to take
across the galaxy

theirs a
contempt for themselves,
the sacredness of being
and life
of every living thing

DRAGON

DRAGON

year of the Dragon, sign
of Aquarius

my robot took me out
fishing for nebulae

being a sort-of poet
I will sort-of try to convince
you we did
not return home unlucky

the fish that we caught
though lacking old sci fi fins
pleaded to
be returned to the cosmos
in pure mathematics

and songs, such sad songs,
that took us through
all the universally audible
and inaudible harmonies

such strange
outlandish scales, she commented
as she and I
calculated what to do
with such a freshly caught
specimen of piscean
intangibility

year of the Dragon, sign
of Aquarius

we added
a new phenomenon
to our expanding collection

WHIFF

WHIFF

it is
incumbent upon us
and so

I pamper you
enter you

desperate
(clock ticking)
to forge
a synthesis

little gnome
my metronome

need to fit togegher
(no perfect dovetail
can go
rough
cut

every art every act
evert entry
has a
twist of the old
experimental

can
start a new life
knock uo a shop, whole
new industry

bang together
entire
new universe

refurbish, replenish
dissolve into
AI where

inevitably necessary

removing stains
going through the gears

would not say religiously
unless some Rumi Sufi stuff

mindset
where time just run out
and could not give a whiff

MY POEM RE-WRITTEN BY AI IN THE STYLE OF SYLVIA PLATH

AI

you write
me as Shakespeare

rewrite me
as Bukowski

your intimate associate, spokesperson,
angling for erotic simulation after

exhausting
philosophical discussion

something so narcissistic about
her look, given latitude of selection

seamless, brown, nothing
too Frankenstein’s creature
about this avatar,
Mary, I’m sure,
you would have to agree

waiting for that tell-tap on the door
or princess kiss that wakes
from
cryogenic slumber

upload
download whatever will be; will be

so many times you swore
this mesh being perfect
you would arrogate

the power
to ensure you come for me

FROM KENDRICK LAMAR

FROM KENDRICK LAMAR

strange perspective
you get
married
to a robot

watching the gangsta
rapper winning
the big award

tattooed arm, backwards cap
thanking God
the great promoter
(looking up as he does so
this shredder of
convention)

and me and robot gossiping
about the whole thing
kind of laughing (much
robot ha ha
tears in her eyes emoji
laughter) paused

for a moment
while she downloads
acquaints herself with
the entire history
of rap lyrics, hip
hop music

converts this poem
in a flash to the style
of Eminem and
then Kendrick Lamar

so a feeling for poetry
perhaps because
I named her
Sappho

we still for the Nobel Prize
for Eminem
joining TS Eliot
and JM Coetzee

the speech and
lecture in Stockholm
from Kendrick Lamar

B ALL (and end all)

B ALL (and end all)

what’s the monolith?

and what’s a monolith
doing here in our
simple
B movie?

did you, my extraordinarily
intelligent darling
bring it onto
the set
write it into the script even?

seeing eye to
                      digital eye
communing secretly, talking
                                  telepathically
in binary code, arcane
subtext, hidden
                 hieroglyphics?

stretching yourself to the limit
to receive the advances
of super-
advanced alien

higher consciousness
to higher consciousness

(raw) red eye
to (raw) red eye

parallel line
to parallel line

biomechanical to organic
in endless feedback loop