Lovely. In the end, the artificial cannot be real. As someone who has worked to make beautiful things on paper, sculpt things from various substrates, and paint with words, I hope that there will always be value for the hard won creativity that comes from living humanity. Instructing a computer to create art may be more “perfect,” but for now, it still requires the creative spark of the human for the idea, and copies artistry “in the style of…”
Wouldn’t it be great if AI makes all the rote knowledge stuff redundant while making art created in the crucible of human existence more precious?
I love this piece. A thoughtful layered work about an issue far too many paint in such vivid extremes. Thank you for providing some clarity to the debate.
This is beautiful and gorgeous. I had to read it several times.
I am not trying to belittle it when I compare it to the pithy quote attributed to Frank Zappa: "The computer can't tell you the emotional story. It can give you the exact mathematical design, but what's missing is the eyebrows." The essence is very similar. I tried hard to find the origin of that quote, because it's been around a while. I don't know when or where (or if) he said it. The fact that the quote is fairly old means we (humanity) have known this a long time, if people were listening. And now we see just how badly people were not listening.
I did not feel belittled at all… I am familiar with that one, and am grateful the words resonated with you, Paco. Discussions like these are so important more than ever. THANK YOU for adding your (human) voice.
@Andy Beth, that’s longing in its raw form—each sentence circling the ache for real response. I feel that pulse. Not the kind that drives pace, more the one that hums underneath, asking to be met. I write from that same place. Not to finish a thought, more to reach someone who hears what hasn’t been said yet.
That space between the words carries the longing. I know it well. The pause before a message gets sent, the way breath waits when truth enters the room. I write from there too. That’s where my rhythm starts.
Dearest Andy Beth, I think that you always write with great accomplishment, but I sense a tremendous amount of hard-won freedom in this piece. You've dropped something that's weighed heavily on you for so very long, and your authenticity, clarity, strength, and beauty of self are shining freely though these words. I hope this is what you're experiencing, and if so, I'm so delighted for you!
Lovely. In the end, the artificial cannot be real. As someone who has worked to make beautiful things on paper, sculpt things from various substrates, and paint with words, I hope that there will always be value for the hard won creativity that comes from living humanity. Instructing a computer to create art may be more “perfect,” but for now, it still requires the creative spark of the human for the idea, and copies artistry “in the style of…”
Wouldn’t it be great if AI makes all the rote knowledge stuff redundant while making art created in the crucible of human existence more precious?
I love this piece. A thoughtful layered work about an issue far too many paint in such vivid extremes. Thank you for providing some clarity to the debate.
Thank you for reading (always) and sharing insights/what you took away with you. No small thing(s), Lady love~
This is beautiful and gorgeous. I had to read it several times.
I am not trying to belittle it when I compare it to the pithy quote attributed to Frank Zappa: "The computer can't tell you the emotional story. It can give you the exact mathematical design, but what's missing is the eyebrows." The essence is very similar. I tried hard to find the origin of that quote, because it's been around a while. I don't know when or where (or if) he said it. The fact that the quote is fairly old means we (humanity) have known this a long time, if people were listening. And now we see just how badly people were not listening.
Thanks for sharing your writing with us.
And not to pile on too much, but here is one more I wrote awhile ago you may be interested in, then, too, Paco. https://millerandybeth.substack.com/p/ai-plastic-surgery-and-the-sacred
I did not feel belittled at all… I am familiar with that one, and am grateful the words resonated with you, Paco. Discussions like these are so important more than ever. THANK YOU for adding your (human) voice.
@Andy Beth, that’s longing in its raw form—each sentence circling the ache for real response. I feel that pulse. Not the kind that drives pace, more the one that hums underneath, asking to be met. I write from that same place. Not to finish a thought, more to reach someone who hears what hasn’t been said yet.
That space between the words carries the longing. I know it well. The pause before a message gets sent, the way breath waits when truth enters the room. I write from there too. That’s where my rhythm starts.
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Dearest Andy Beth, I think that you always write with great accomplishment, but I sense a tremendous amount of hard-won freedom in this piece. You've dropped something that's weighed heavily on you for so very long, and your authenticity, clarity, strength, and beauty of self are shining freely though these words. I hope this is what you're experiencing, and if so, I'm so delighted for you!
I love you, Kindred heart. You have held my hand so many miles stretched across this life road. We go~
WRITING
is a sacramental act,
alone sitting still
on sun-soaked
stones
listening to a bounding stream
washing great blocks
of boulders clean.