I’ve been writing a lot more lately, and submitting pieces to different places. One of the places I’ve started submitting to is the Rattle “Poets Respond” – a weekly call to write something topical, inspired by the news. Since these are going to go out of date very quickly, I’ve decided that, when they’re rejected, they’ll get posted on my Patreon (and, a few days later, here).
Too depressed to write about the ongoing Are We All Gonna Die This Month? situation this week, I’ve been looking in the less front-page articles, and was struck by one entitled “AI advised someone to stick garlic where the sun don’t shine”. The article is actually more wide-ranging, more alarming, and more clinical than the headline suggests, but the initial premise triggered this two-part triolet, tongue tucked firmly in cheek:
I can’t believe that, in this day and age,
we must debunk this kind of wild advice…
Sure, I’m no kind of therapeutic sage,
but I can’t believe that, in this day and age,
you would assume a robot is a mage!
(though I won’t judge, in case that’s just a vice)
I can’t believe that, in this day and age,
we must unkink this kind of wild advice.
Its sources are the loudest shouts around;
the best you can expect: an eggy face.
These tropes are fundamentally unsound:
its sources are the loudest shouts around.
(Please don’t wedge garlic somewhere so profound!)
I wonder at the runners in this race...
Their sources are the loudest shouts around –
the best you can expect: an eggy face.
If you'd like to have a go at writing your own triolet, you can get support from my totally handcrafted, no-ai-involved spreadsheet for repeating and concrete forms.
Have fun!
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| Picture of garlic courtesy of picryl.com |
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