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The Art of AI: Exploring the Intersection of Creativity and Technology
Art has always been a reflection of society and its cultural norms. As technology advances, artists are constantly looking for new ways to express their creativity and push the boundaries of what is possible. In recent years, we have seen a surge of interest in the intersection of art and artificial intelligence (AI). While AI has become ubiquitous in our lives, there is still very little understanding about how it works. Some artists are using AI as a tool to create new forms of art, while others are using it to explore the existential questions of free will, human/machine will, and perception.
Silence
Silence Solicits sadness Silence Spreads sorrow Say something Stop silently sitting Scream something Send sadness scattering
J. Delaney-HowePublished about a year ago in PoetsLet's Talk About Tautograms
A tautogram is a type of wordplay where all the words in a piece of text start with the same letter. For example, "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers" is a tautogram because the words start with the letter "P."* Tautograms are not only fun to say and create a playful rhythm, but they can also be a useful tool for writers to develop their writing skills. In this resource, we'll discuss the unique value of tautograms for writers and provide some steps for deciding which letter to use.
Vocal Curation TeamPublished about a year ago in ResourcesUnloved By Vocal Creators
Introduction. I thought I would just list some of my Vocal creations that have a lot of reads but do not seem to have to been read by many Vocal Creators. This is not a whine but just something I have noticed (I do get a lot of Vocal reads and writes) and if you read this you may see something of mine that you missed.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about a year ago in FYIDreams
Dreams drape deep dozing… Do dreams disclose deep divination? Does deciphering dreams divulge deep desires? Do dreamscapes design direct diversion?
Kristen BalyeatPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Final Gasp of Winter
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Through the worn silver, as if gazing into a neighboring den of sin, I was able to make out the shape of a woman with spidery fingers, her dress a brown, shabby muslin. Her hair like sullied snow.
Fleeting fragrances
Fleeting fragrances, furtive flowers find, Fostering fantasies, foreshadowing feasts, Fawn-footed fauna frolic, fervent, free,
Centina Alexa König-WeichhardtPublished about a year ago in Poets"Album All Timers" in 1972 and Today
Digitzed rare magazine issues in the OG Collection contain a wealth of information on popular culture trends from the month and year of each issue. One such list, of the first 41 "Penthouse Album All-Timers" provides the perfect source content to see how AI tools such as ChatGPT analyzes materials and extends the reasoning. This test further highlights the difference between AI and human feedback, as ChatGPT successfully identifies common elements but cannot recommend based on the feel of music, and presents its findings in a format similar to a high school topic-sentence heavy essay.
The Last Weekend at Home
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I should have noticed it earlier, but I was too obsessed with my own dashing looks to even consider it. If I had not been so fixated on my chestnut colored hair, dreamy chai colored eyes, and strong European features, I may have been able to stop what eventually overtook my life. I may have been able to avoid being chained to a reality that mirrored what I had grown up in. If only…
Iris HarrisPublished about a year ago in HorrorIt Wasn’t Always Rainbows and Dumbbells
The Emily I am now is not the Emily I have always been. I’ve come a long way. The Emily I am now is the result of a long and painful journey of personal growth and self-discovery. I hope my words will empower you to whole-heartedly believe that you can overcome your pain and live a successful life.
Emily SamuelPublished about a year ago in LongevityMoments
Moments meander mindfully Moments manipulate maniacally Moments move memorably Moments memorialize monumentally Miraculous, mirthful, magnificent, majestic, marvelous, magical moments
Cathy holmesPublished about a year ago in PoetsOf Good And Evil
What is the true nature of humans? Are we perhaps just wired to be evil? Are we born good? In the sense of environmental determinism, are we simply products of our society?
Helpless But Not Helpless
In a feeling of helplessness, there is always something for us. Whether you look at it as prayer, as good thoughts, good wishes, or perhaps just something else which we mere mortals do not have a word for.
Stephen Kramer AvitabilePublished about a year ago in FictionWrong Place
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Or did it? Maybe it was a different me–the one that lives in the dark corners of my dreams–the other me that always felt close to the surface, lurking around the edges of reality and waiting.
Gerald HolmesPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Jokester and the Jerk
While the origins of April Fool's Day are disputed, ranging from Geoffrey Chauncer and The Canterbury Tales, to folk tradition, to now-lost Pagan festivities, by now it's a fairly common tradition.
Natasja RosePublished 11 months ago in HumorCenter Stage with Thavien Yliaster
Welcome back! I'm here with another amazing interview with creator, Thavien Yliaster. If you're new to the series, please let me take a quick moment to explain the vision.
Heather HublerPublished about a year ago in InterviewLeftover emotions...
I still pretend to not be traumatized by my Past… But down in my core exists the little boy Who wished to break free...
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published about a year ago in PoetsBroken-hearted
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own, and I knew it was that witch who disfigured my reflection in such a strange and distorted way.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago in FictionMind's Aisles
The aisles thin Growing dark and dank Dust littered shelves Broken fragments Books without spines Half torn titles,
Katrina ThornleyPublished about a year ago in PoetsWinter Falls to Spring
Anticipating an atomic amusement, awaiting an advent advancement, arrives azure and articulating anger, angelic animated adored anchor,
Kenny PennPublished about a year ago in Poets