Fuck AI
I handwrite everything. Always have. Even now.
In an era where many, including myself, disbeleive what they see and read (and hear), how do creators convince others what they're presenting is genuine?
We can't. It doesn't help when some authors are admitting to using AI. That ruins the entire industry. There has to be some sort of strict regulations put in place.
I show you this photo so that you may see for yourself and hope that's enough.
Our Blank Pages
This was the first poem in a new diary style book. It merely came into being, simply by being the first thing to be written in that book.
You can see the date. My poetry output has been considerably slower as that book is not yet full, though I have started on a new book. And sometimes have used bits of paper if somewhere other than at home. It's been a pretty difficult time during '24/'25. I came close to throwing it all away. Things are better this year. Still a ways to go.
Our blank pages
Time for a new book
A new chapter
The pages blank
Hidden from glory
Pain and disappointment.
Elation too
And that sweet, warm joy.
Devoid of all
Until tomorrow comes
And we face the day
And our fate
Whatever it chooses to deliver.
5.20pm
7.7.22
First page in a new poetry book.
Know that I would never cheat to create art. What's the point? I've been writing and creating my whole life, sometimes slower than others, but have never stopped. There's no point in doing so now. That's just not me. Real emotions, realistic characters and situations in my books. That's what I aim for.
