I am not sleeping enough to write thoughtfully about any of the things I would like to, good or bad. I just backed a Kickstarter from the Paleontological Research Institution because I think a stuffed plush Dunkleosteus is one of the nicest birthday presents I could give myself. The stack of library books beside my bed now contains a copy of Elizabeth Goudge's Green Dolphin Street (1944) and a matching DVD of the 1947 film is waiting on my desk because I have decided to do this thing to myself. It's true they aren't good, but I'm not actually sure these examples of AI-written poetry are Vogon-level bad; I've seen worse from teenagers who just discovered e.e. cummings.
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- 1: I had no inkling of just how far the plates of our continents would crack
- 2: And we're on the right side of the ground where they bury the bones
- 3: I'm not related to anyone
- 4: You are a case of the vapours
- 5: Now I feel like Kafka with a bad migraine
- 6: For when the heart's a sinking stone
- 7: Fierce as the Baltic sea
- 8: All the trees carve shards of light
- 9: Reflections coming through the radio, the telephone, the TV
- 10: I want what's true
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