I hate AI. But I do realize it’s like all computers- “GIGO”- meaning “Garbage In, Garbage Out”.
I have a page from my journal from 1994 that was written when I accidentally took prescription butalbital/APAP/caffeine for a migraine and then drank an alcoholic mudslide. A vodka chocolate mocha milkshake unsafe for me at anytime as a Type 1 diabetic, let alone after barbiturates.
It was an accidental Marilyn Monroe cocktail, delicious accidental death possible, and as I was fading in and out of consciousness and hoping I simultaneously would/wouldn’t wake up in the morning, I wrote this amazing fever dream of a prose poem.
I was in one of my worst major depressive disorder episodes of my early 20’s, recovering from a sexual assault, and I am stil unsure whether it was not my subconscious trying to end things or not.
Somehow I managed to write and live through the barbiturate/chocolate vodka combo. As for the words as a prose poem- it is literally how my head and inner-dialogue sounds like sometimes. It was honest true writing.
had fed an old poem to Suno, the cool kids music AI app, as an experiment on Hub, and the results were surprisingly glorious!
And so I lemminged my mentor, despite hating AI! I shoved, with some minor edits, choosing a motif of favorite lines, my prose poem journal page and existential angst into SunO.
After reading it at an Authortunities Hub reading, with a surprising positive response and it being declared by respected peers a prose poem, I’d noticed it had a gorgeous rhythm, internal rhymes and some gorgeous trochees. I realized it was definitely in waltz time, it was definitely shoegaze, piano, minimal.
I knew as a musician what the piece needed to sound like, felt like, and experimented with keywords, chose a key and demanded more augmented and diminished seventh chords. Prepared piano is my favorite “more cowbell”.
It mangled the first line but the “lyrics” are more clear on the video it made.
Garbage in -but not quite garbage out!
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