After reading my recent post on AI, one of my cherished KWD readers, Bing Chang, was inspired to send along some of his digital experiments. The poems he created were so intriguing that I wanted to share them with you, along with his two AI Tips in this week’s “Something Wonderful”—enjoy!
- AI’s golden rule: Garbage in, garbage out
- Beyond automation, into intelligent collaboration
Suffering Fools Gladly
by Bing Chang
Parsifal’s quest? No, mine
A fool chasing AI’s grail
I cobbled ambition, stitched in haste
A swooping rush into hollow brilliance
Wooing with wit, yet tripping on the same note
A threadbare coat of borrowed wisdom
Three poets too late to the feast
I reached for Hamlet
But drowned in puddles
A soufflé of words that collapsed on arrival
I wept at my own sorrow
Verse swooning like dew, fainting at dawn
A love letter to myself—signed and sealed
Emotional karaoke—singing borrowed notes
A parade of sentiment stranded at the curb
Not riding giants, but clutching their shadows
Leftovers, a banquet for my muse
Plastic flowers—bright but never breathing
Metaphors scavenged from thrift-store shelves
An attic of visions—all moth-eaten dreams
Words stumbling like a drunk waltzing offbeat.
I gathered hodge and podge!
Digital Muse
by Bing Chang
Fingers hover, screen aglow,
Thoughts unravel, ebb and flow.
AI whispers secrets, sleek and bright,
Shaping aha moments in sound and light.
Images flash, words take flight,
A canvas born of pixels white.
Yet beneath the algorithm’s art,
Burns a poet’s restless, beating heart.
Verses bloom with swift keystrokes,
Primordial cries in modern cloaks.
Though machines may lend their aid
True creation won’t be replicated.
In this dance of mind and wire,
The spark remains the poet’s fire.
Technology—a fleeting guide—
The should alone gives thought its tide.
