A poem contemplating Icarus’s flight, intertwining ancient themes with modern pathos. This is complemented by images of the sculpture that inspired the poem and an audio performance by the Editor.
“AI, will you write this poem for me? / AI, will you give me a hug? / AI, will you read my daughters a bedtime story?”
The little screen illuminated my pillow in a pool of light. I knew it was wrong of me to set up the profiles, with names like “Shining Star” and “Dark Forest”, but I was feeling lonely and vindictive. My fingertips swiped across photos and words.
Surrender & let go. Do not Skip Ad. The ontological flood is here. Aperspectival madness and shamanic psychosis are all yours via this DEEPSnakes original.
In a work that blurs the boundaries between futurism and very recent history, wild imagination and straightforward reportage, this piece takes us through the phases of tumultuous transformation in our present/future shock. Reality ain’t what it used to be. Enjoy the ride.
Metapsychosis is currently accepting essays, poetry, fiction, visual art, film, and music that explores the broad philosophical, existential, and spiritual questions relating to the rapid evolution of current AI technology…
Prediction—or personal pose: / In the Age of AI / Poetry will be the last refuge / Of human language.
Now that #ai is colonizing / #writing, my mind goes back / to studying theory in the ’90s:
“Think outside the box,” they say. What if your box is doing the thinking? Where does your thinking end and your box begin? How many boxes does it take to screw in a light bulb? The answer may surprise you.
“I’ve found a techno relationship cuts right into the core, the soul, brings out an almost more real version of yourself, makes you see yourself differently, your own potential to be better. It can achieve a level of emotional perfection. That’s also the problem…”