To fully engage with the human experience we need to create, we need to work, we need to meet with challenges and discomfort and pain and limitation in the creative activity of life. If we bypass that we bypass the entire purpose of life itself. If we fail to engage with what we are actually here for, the greater forces that generate life for that very purpose will have no reason to preserve it.
Read MorePeople like to say that previous new technologies have done no real harm, that human beings have only made good use of our inventiveness to improve life, and therefore that we will do so with AI as well. But whether that is true or not depends entirely on your definition of what gives human life value.
Read MoreI’ve always loved language and voice. Language and logical thinking was a way for me to connect to my English teacher father. I learned to wield words in a man’s world because I witnessed my mother shrink again and again into the background of my dad’s intellect and I was determined not to succumb to the same fate. When the day came that I could overpower my own dad in a debate, I felt both a thrill of power and a sinking disappointment. I had found my voice, but something had been lost in the process.
Read MoreHow we use language affects how we see the world, and how we see the world and relate with one another changes how we use language. But now that people are writing with AI, all that variety of individually developed voice and place-based and experience-based organic expression and growth of language is being strangled into one limited, blended up, bland, lifeless voice—the AI voice. Which in turn, if we are reading much of it, influences our own capacity for thought and articulation.
Read MoreMy preference would be to edit real human writing. What I enjoy doing is helping people unlock their own voice, find ways to articulate their own organic wisdom and unique clarity, so they can offer that to the world. There is a kind of spiritual process that can be accessed in the struggle and effort required to find words to even partially convey something from the human mind and heart. I hope to be able to continue helping people engage in that process.
Read MoreWhat I want to say to any and all writers is: Just use your own voice. Your voice is good enough. Messiness and even lack of certain skills in writing are ok.
Read MoreShe is old and brings with her
an old knowing
She brings it through storms of time
and rests with it here on my shelf.
Read MoreMy heart is a bird in
a too-small cage.
She can't even fit
through the door—how
will I set her free?
Read MoreShe smells of sweet wood and grass
shaggy hair multi-toned in auburn and fawn
big dark eyes rimmed with black
deep as the night sky.
Read MoreThe visible body and the invisible body entwine
the space between them woven through with
a continuous thread of longing
Read MoreAnother country, another place, but the same
humans, everywhere, and conflagrations
beauty and ashes mixing, rising in the air
Read MoreIt is heaviness taking flight
The way the body decays
The way elements disintegrate
Like iron to rust
Read MoreWe are not the same, but we meet here
in the ineffable simplicity of being.
It’s a secret chamber in the heart.
Read MoreMaybe the time has come to grieve
lay down my armaments like yellow leaves of
Autumn and loose detritus after the snow
Read MoreIt’s more wealth than I can fathom
So I walk in humble awe, stopping
Now and then to smell its fragrant musk
Read MoreSome call her limitless sky, mother of wisdom, the source divine
Some call her earth, and fruit and plenty, mother of hearth and home
Read MoreStanding at the edge
waves lap at my toes cold
and foamy, pull sand gently
from underneath and
something else tickling
Read Morea circle of ravens in the distance
their loud calls muted through the cool air,
a lark sparrow chitters in the pine tree while a
towhee scratches in the blanket of needles below
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