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First poem written by artificial intelligence

First poem written by artificial intelligence by Krishna Subbiah Writing a poem It begins to appear Appears on the page The page looks empty Empty page is being filled by writing Writing words Words upon words that will soon be read Read and spoken about About many different things Things that exist in the world The world is large Larger than can be imagined Imagined like aspects of writing Writing filling the empty page Empty page with words upon words Words that fit together Together in a poem             When I envisioned the first poem created by artificial intelligence, I thought it wouldn’t be anywhere near as advanced or meaningful as anything a human could create. I imagine that the AI wouldn’t know when to start or stop so the parameters of the poem would have to be programmed into the AI, for the poem above, I chose to use 17 lines because it was just a number that popped into my head.             Although the thinking capacity of
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Explicate a poem visually

Between Walls By William Carlos Williams the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie cinders in which shine the broken pieces of a green bottle                 The whole image of the poem is quite a complicated one, where the meaning is quite well hidden. What the speaker is describing is a shard of a green glass bottle, in the middle of some ashes in the back section of a hospital. The “back wings” in the first line start the poem off with a sense of mystery, since usually when one thinks of wings we think of a bird, however, they don’t have back wings, it’s just wings. However by continuing on to talk about how these are back wings of a hospital, it solidifies an image. Usually hospitals tend to be quite busy, and usually the back area of a hospital is where they treat people with more severe things, people who might be there for a while. Therefore, when the speaker says “the back wings /…/ of the hospital”, it implies a place of l
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The Reason Why Scientists Need Poetry

Scientists need to read poetry in order to retain their humanity. There is something morbid and horrific about endless amounts of computations, algorithms, procedures, equations, formulas, and numbers. It's not natural, it's robotic. People aren't meant to be confined in a lab or an office crunching numbers and formulating theorems the entire day. However, many of us do it, and we enjoy it. Even so, everything must be done in moderation. Especially the work of the devil.  At least once per day, the mathematician researching the Reimann hypothesis should take a break and read about the traveler and the road not taken. We weren't born counting numbers, we were born making wild sounds and incoherent noises, enjoying the splendor of life and all of its great gifts. However, as we grew older, we were introduced to science and all of its wonders. We learned about the stars, the sun, the moon, and the different planets in our solar system. Soon, we get lost in the wonder
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How do You do This?

How do You do This ? By : Alice Afonso It was told to draft a lyric, Without a distinct symbol. It’s not vulgar or anything. I don’t actually know why it’s taboo. Thinking about it, Why is anything wrong in our world ?   Why is anything how it is taught to us ? I didn’t say what that symbol was, so you, my public, won’t know what it is just from this. That is how our community functions. Assigning things as wrong with no justification, so younglings must sort out things without a map, without any guiding from adults, who would pick to avoid taboo topics than assist lost souls. Th_r_ ar_ som_ who manag_ to liv_ lik_ this. _scaping only th_ forbidd_n, It still ob_ys th_ rul_s, But it com_s out crud_, cold, and unw_lcoming.    But nothing is as bad as actually bringing it forth! Thought out trials for all groups who confront an organization. Don’t buy it ?   Think of a rioting group who wasn’t put down… I’ll wait. Nothing.
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Poetry and History (Krishna S.)

The first piece of writing  was a piece of poetry It was the Epic of Gilgamesh And it happened quite early After the first poem The art of poetry started to spread The folk songs and epics that defined the genre Remained locked in people’s heads Fast forward to the ancient greeks Poetry continued to expand Classical Thinkers like Aristotle Continued to shape the genre, firsthand Move along towards the renaissance When the arts were in a state of rebirth Poetry was rediscovered And many thinkers started to unravel its worth They saw it as an opportunity To express the thoughts in their head They wrote about religion and politics Ideas that previously remained unsaid When colonials were discovering the world Poets wrote about colonization When chaos erupted in society They would speculate at its causation Moving past the renaissance Political landscapes continued to alter Bloody wars and revolutions Led many authors to sp
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The Little Poet Who Couldn't Find a Genre

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Warning: this might be the nerdiest thing I have ever written -Bella Every year, the poet council has a party. The poets do not go, of course. They send their bodies of work. Like any party with one's colleagues, certain groups form. ee cummings (or his body of work) has always dreaded this party, because he didn't have anybody to hang out with. look at him. all alone up there... The mean-girls style map of the lunchroom of the annual poet dinner He tried to talk to different groups, but it never felt right.  People do post me online quite a bit, thought ee cummings. But both of these women are still writing. I do make some rather pithy statements. But these two are much more interested in that.  Nope, no way. I don't do *that* kind of confession.  cummings didn't even try to join the Romantics. They were too busy drinking wine and dying of consumption.  Not really.  Well, the Freshman do read me in class. But I don'
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