In response to
the neural networks and algorithmic mind-field of generative
A.I.,
we need to consider the carbon-based nature of being alive
in our own sentient world
and
WHY
WE WILL PREVAIL
To
tame the world by metaphor
is to change a drop of water into a poem,
to set out words
that deliberately stretch their meaning
like fishing nets expanding with the catch.
We
question the alien intentions of A.I.,
routing through a flood
of binary language,
searching endless waves of zeroes and ones,
so brazenly trying to hatch in the heat of electrons
those nested gigabyte eggs,
seeking to touch upon some being, some soul,
and to “know” life’s granular moments.
Yet, we know what generative A.I. cannot know,
cannot ever know
of a clear night and a sharp, fluorescent
full moon,
or some moon at midnight rinsing her bleached
hair in the high wind,
or the magic in dark moonless nights of
quiet seamless drizzle….
cannot ever know
of the long graceful looping flight of a
heron,
its deft landing on the smooth lake edge
and that quiet stealth
in finding a place among the reeds to wait,
where each certain step in the clear shallows
is simply the stalking of his future.
And
lastly, despite A.I.’s rather desperate chilling conceit,
goading those bits and bytes of data
to rain down from clouds and somehow seed a life,
these mindless digital mutations can never sense
our human periodic table of emotions, nor ever come to “know”
the enigma of “self” and the fierce tug of tomorrows.
