Sonnet #395

 If you just hold still enough the time will come

When all gods creatures lay down in the grass

Lion and lamb and lovely you, all in the same

Field of flowers, where peace, at last at last

Until we are all ready to hold very still

We will need to sharpen our will and steel

And build the pyres of our funerary world

Where all the falling species, all the real

Dwindles into parking lots and oil fields

And we will put this world to sleep enough

To lower lambs and lions and us into movie reels

That are all that carry us, how we laughed,

How we trembled and cried and sang and broke everything

Until we hold still just long enough for grass to respring

The thing about AI

1) It’s really hard for me to care about the AI debate when children are being put in concentration camps.

2) enshittification is coming for AI consumers. The product is going to switch the flip to make maximum money and squeeze like all tech bro tech.

3) the AI debate is causing terrible rifts among creatives at a time when children are being put in concentration camps and mothers and ICU nurses are being murdered in the street.

4) again, bad takes don’t need to be amplified with outrage. The best thing a bad take can have is silence. Bad takes turn sour and fade into nothing against the shifts of enshittification of all tech bro tech.

5) the bad takes that actively harm people are the ones I care about, like how children are being put in concentration camps and transgender humans are being threatened and treated like criminals for the crime of existing. ETA: and women’s rights are being rolled back and causing death and suffering. These bad takes cannot be rendered mute by the greed of those who push them, which is sort of what enshittification does to tech products.

Argue in good faith. Debate in good faith. 

Maybe let’s focus on the children in concentration camps and the blood on the streets and then we can talk about the copyright violations and slop profiteers.

Sonnet #394

 For just a bit of fun, the arts are fine

But money can make anything rhyme

Pull enough money together, orangutans will

Rhyme with hippos, for their zygotes merge

Where money sews them up, and says be still

For the pictures for the movie for the sinful urge

Put enough money in a room and all the worst

Of us will storm the gates to do their worst

To grind each other if they must into wurst

To devour each other alive over money, bellies burst

To drink the money, chew and swallow, fatten 

Like a pate goose until the next one comes behind

To cut the money loose, until the money flattens

In the weight of death and becomes a memorial pictorial sign