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[?]Kent Pitman » 🌐
@kentpitman@climatejustice.social

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[?]Kent Pitman » 🌐
@kentpitman@climatejustice.social

[?]Karen Kaspar » 🌐
@KarenKasparArt@socel.net

eat, drink, sleep, cuddle
sometimes I wish
I was my cat

My ink drawing of this cute kitty is also available combined with this lovely haiku.

Haiku: @MarjoleinRotsteeg

eat, drink, sleep, cuddle
sometimes I wish
I was my cat

Sweet dreams is a minimalist black and white ink drawing by artist Karen Kaspar. A cute kitten lies sleeping on the floor. It seems to be smiling and having sweet dreams.

This work, a combination of painting and haiku, is a joint project by Karen Kaspar (© art and artwork) and Marjolein Rotsteeg (© Haiku).
A haiku is a traditional Japanese poetry form consisting of three lines.

Here the ink drawing was supplemented with the haiku in English

Alt...eat, drink, sleep, cuddle sometimes I wish I was my cat Sweet dreams is a minimalist black and white ink drawing by artist Karen Kaspar. A cute kitten lies sleeping on the floor. It seems to be smiling and having sweet dreams. This work, a combination of painting and haiku, is a joint project by Karen Kaspar (© art and artwork) and Marjolein Rotsteeg (© Haiku). A haiku is a traditional Japanese poetry form consisting of three lines. Here the ink drawing was supplemented with the haiku in English

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    [?]Kent Pitman » 🌐
    @kentpitman@climatejustice.social

    wildfire haze clouds thought.
    when it lets up, let's fix this.
    what if it doesn't?

    A view of a bleak, hazy, white-orange sky with a sun that is muted and has a visible corona, scattered by the haze. Hills are barely visible as outlines in the distance. In the foreground, a flag flies at half staff, presumably for an unrelated reason, and yet it contributes visually to a sense of foreboding or mourning in the scene.

    Alt...A view of a bleak, hazy, white-orange sky with a sun that is muted and has a visible corona, scattered by the haze. Hills are barely visible as outlines in the distance. In the foreground, a flag flies at half staff, presumably for an unrelated reason, and yet it contributes visually to a sense of foreboding or mourning in the scene.

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      [?]Dave Rahardja » 🌐
      @drahardja@sfba.social

      “PLEASE USE AI” — poem by Joanna Atkins-Potts

      Source: hxxps://www.instagram.com/p/DZaR5o_iKNy/

      PLEASE USE AI

Please use AI
when your mother dies.

Ask it what grief feels like.
Let it explain bereavement
in twelve clear bullet points.

Do not spend years
finding her
in the supermarket
by the tomatoes she always bought,
in the smell of rain on warm pavement,
discovering new ways
to miss her.

      Alt...PLEASE USE AI Please use AI when your mother dies. Ask it what grief feels like. Let it explain bereavement in twelve clear bullet points. Do not spend years finding her in the supermarket by the tomatoes she always bought, in the smell of rain on warm pavement, discovering new ways to miss her.

      Please use AI
the next time you fall in love.

Ask it how to know
whether someone is the one.

It will give you a faster answer
than watching a person become familiar,
learning how they take their tea,
which floorboards will wake them,
how their silence sounds
when something is wrong.

      Alt...Please use AI the next time you fall in love. Ask it how to know whether someone is the one. It will give you a faster answer than watching a person become familiar, learning how they take their tea, which floorboards will wake them, how their silence sounds when something is wrong.

      And please use AI
for your wedding vows,
your eulogies,
your apologies.

Why struggle
for the right words
when a machine can give you
beautiful ones?

Words untouched by shaking hands.
Words that have never sat beside
a hospital bed.
Words that have never known
the terrible privilege
of having something to lose.

      Alt...And please use AI for your wedding vows, your eulogies, your apologies. Why struggle for the right words when a machine can give you beautiful ones? Words untouched by shaking hands. Words that have never sat beside a hospital bed. Words that have never known the terrible privilege of having something to lose.

      Meanwhile

I will be over here
watching someone I love
fall asleep on the sofa,
the television talking to itself,
rain tapping the windows,
the dog twitching in her dreams,

wasting my life
on these small unremarkable moments
that become,
without asking permission,
the whole thing.

      Alt...Meanwhile I will be over here watching someone I love fall asleep on the sofa, the television talking to itself, rain tapping the windows, the dog twitching in her dreams, wasting my life on these small unremarkable moments that become, without asking permission, the whole thing.

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        [?]Kent Pitman » 🌐
        @kentpitman@climatejustice.social

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        [?]AI6YR Ben » 🌐
        @ai6yr@m.ai6yr.org

        Poem for the occasion of INTERSTELLAR SUGAR DUST

        Interstellar sugar dust
        Send me by rocket, if you must
        Need to lick up the sweetness of space
        I hear of raspberries it does taste
        If you can fly around oh my
        That sweetness lurking in the sky

        (human composed, mine)

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          [?]Kent Pitman » 🌐
          @kentpitman@climatejustice.social

          [?]wing_of_eternity » 🌐
          @wing_of_eternity@social.stealthy.club

          Fluttering chances burn
          beyond the age of dignity,
          to slush and then to turn.
          What can we seek? What can we learn?

          We dance in debasability;
          we rip the beauty from the fern.
          a receptacle swallowing mountains down to the sea;
          we drift the fire which is free;
          waters only play, hiss, churn.
          Everything lacks in life memory.
          We bend, we move, we change the knee,
          the phantom dances rhythmically:
          we change, we err when we attempt to see.
          We crumple, a night held by reason in reasonless unreasonability!

          #Writing, #a sort of sonnet, #Poem

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            [?]AI6YR Ben » 🌐
            @ai6yr@m.ai6yr.org

            I'm no patriot, won't fly no flag
            You've taken that away, and it's a drag
            Used to proudly fly the Red White and Blue
            til they told me, buddy, it's not for you

            People gave their life, but not for a king
            But you've gone and changed it, that's the thing
            It's a country for brown, black, yellow, white and red
            Any color of skin, that's what they said

            But now they're telling us you don't belong here
            Just a country for white Christian racists, I fear
            So I'll keep the flag folded, in a drawer in the den
            Til someday maybe, it will come out again

            (human)

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              [?]Kent Pitman » 🌐
              @kentpitman@climatejustice.social

              arctic thirty-eight?
              well, at least not three eighty.
              THEN we'd have to care.

              A summary from a DuckDuckGo search result that shows an article by the World Meteorological Organization with the headline "WMO recognizes new Arctic temperature record of 380C". The one-line summary of the article beneath it makes it clear this headline has a typo, since it says "A temperature of 38°C (100.4°F) in the Russian town of Verkhoyank on 20 June 2020 has been recognized as a new Arctic temperature record by the World Meteorological Organization (WMO)."

              Alt...A summary from a DuckDuckGo search result that shows an article by the World Meteorological Organization with the headline "WMO recognizes new Arctic temperature record of 380C". The one-line summary of the article beneath it makes it clear this headline has a typo, since it says "A temperature of 38°C (100.4°F) in the Russian town of Verkhoyank on 20 June 2020 has been recognized as a new Arctic temperature record by the World Meteorological Organization (WMO)."

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                [?]Kent Pitman » 🌐
                @kentpitman@climatejustice.social

                [?]Earl » 🌐
                @Earl@mast.john1126.com

                Can you tell this voice is AI? It sounds very human to me.

                Free tool used to generate audio: on

                This is the reading of Part II to the poem:
                Muspilli

                meaning "World's End"

                (from the year 870 AD, originally written in Old German by anonymous)

                Old High German is no longer used today in normal communications, but could still translate it.

                john1126.com/537

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                  [?]AI6YR Ben » 🌐
                  @ai6yr@m.ai6yr.org

                  @wtrmt @VATVSLPR @AndrewHenry

                  The siren sounds of duct tape
                  Luring people in
                  Make them want to wrap stuff up
                  Leading to a life of sin

                  Strapping stuff together
                  With cloth, plastic, glue
                  It's all fine and dandy
                  You can even fix your shoe

                  It all seems to be working
                  No need for bolts or screws
                  Til you have a sudden failure
                  And your shoes you lose

                  Now I hear you can duct tape
                  Your broken bumper now
                  Still one day in the future
                  It'll still fall off, POW!

                  Their seductive rolls beckon
                  Fix everything thing with me
                  Alas another year in the sun
                  And it's broken again, see!

                  (human written!)

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                    [?]Kent Pitman » 🌐
                    @kentpitman@climatejustice.social

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                    [?]Kent Pitman » 🌐
                    @kentpitman@climatejustice.social

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                    [?]Kent Pitman » 🌐
                    @kentpitman@climatejustice.social

                    proud, we sacrifice,
                    wanting the best for our kids.
                    such climate fiction.

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                      [?]Kent Pitman » 🌐
                      @kentpitman@climatejustice.social

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                      [?]myrmepropagandist [she/her/lady/ma'am/That One/Mrs.] » 🌐
                      @futurebird@sauropods.win

                      Aw give me a home
                      where the fat aphids roam
                      and naive slow crickets will play...

                      Were seldom is left
                      a bad pheromone path
                      and the skies are not cloudy all day

                      Home, home in the branch
                      where naive slow crickets will play!
                      Well catch em all fast
                      cricket legs for breakfast
                      and the skies are not cloudy all day

                      (drawing from:etsy.com/listing/1188122763/cu)

                      A black and white line drawing of an ant with a lil cowgirl hat and a neck bandana riding an aphid.

                      Alt...A black and white line drawing of an ant with a lil cowgirl hat and a neck bandana riding an aphid.

                        [?]Steam Powered Frisbee 🥏 » 🌐
                        @SPF@hear-me.social

                        I am! yet what I am none cares or knows,

                        My friends forsake me like a memory lost;

                        I am the self-consumer of my woes....

                        John Clare, c1845

                          [?]Kent Pitman » 🌐
                          @kentpitman@climatejustice.social

                          As Climate ratchets,
                          skeptics scoff, still asking proof.
                          Cartoon Physics shield.

                          When none remain to agree,
                          will that be finally Proof?

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                            [?]OCTADE » 🌐
                            @octade@soc.octade.net

                            The Best Poem Ever
                            by Brian Doyle

                            What if, says a small child to me this afternoon,
                            We made a poem without using any words at all?

                            [.....]

                            https://www.christiancentury.org/artsculture/poems/best-poem-ever


                              [?]AmbientDread » 🌐
                              @ambientdread@toot.io

                              my lifetime spent on
                              a painful pilgrimage to
                              the next place to sit

                              - pilgrimage





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