Poem For Raina

Keep Writing, Raina

The prompt at Open Write this morning was to write an elegy for a female author of a banned book or a character in a banned book, and knowing how many of my students read Raina Telgemeir, her book — Drama — came to mind, as I know in some states, it is on the banned list for its depiction of LGBT issues with some secondary characters.

Read more about Drama’s ban.

Peace (and story),
Kevin

ProsePlay Playground

ProsePlay Poem

I stumbled on this little poetry tool that allows you to stack words that appear when you hover over the space. It was a previous year’s project shared via the HMTL Review and, along with the poem posted in the online magazine, there was a link to experiment. So tried my hand with it.

Read my poem

Peace (where words go),
Kevin

PS — I did another poem later, and then used the randomizer button to screencast it into a video.

The HTML Review

I am always curious about online publications that celebrate work that is written or designed primarily for the Web only (using hyperlinks and scrolling and the intersections of words and image and design), and how artists and writers take that challenge and move their art in fascinating and unexpected directions.

A feed in my RSS the other day came alive again in its once-a-year update for the HTML Review, a publication that gathers a handful of web-situated experiences. I haven’t yet explored it all but I am appreciating the invitation.

“The HTML Review is an annual journal of literature made to exist on the web.”

You can visit the archives and learn more about what the HTML Review is all about.

Peace (in explorations),
Kevin

Music: Another AI Surprise

I wrote this song – Another AI Surprise — the other day and decided I would just hit the “record” button and get it down and out.

Another AI Surprise

Met a ‘bot on the flat screen – well, it wrote real nice
Told me how I was oh so smart – then it offered me advice
But every bit of its answer – not a word rang true
I don’t know where it stole the words, but it sure sounded like you

Every bit of the Internet, even what you wrote
Every picture you ever took, every musical note
It’s gobbled it all up and spun it upside down
Spit it right back out at you like an agent on the ground

Open Ai, Grok, Anthropopic, Google and all the rest
They opened up Pandora’s Box and now it’s an utter mess
You can’t trust what you’re reading – can’t trust your own eyes
Every question or query brings another AI surprise

You can use it as a soundboard and it’ll write all night
You can have it make some crazy art that it stole from someone’s site
You can have it make music, make movies and recipes
Then you have to ask yourself, is this gonna replace me?

Now where this is going, we can’t hardly tell
Getting pitched, it’s a path to profit but it might be a road to hell
Gotta find some guard rails – keep the system in line
When the men in the room share their P-Doom – it’s a world on fire

Chorus

Peace (and worry),
Kevin