Welcome to nightpoetry. A garden where I plant, grow and reap sight, sound and feeling. Something is always in season. Come and enjoy the harvest with me…
No Artificial Intelligence procedures or software is ever used to produce these written works. I will never pervert my creativity by allowing it to become the whore of Artificial Intelligence. What you see here is what you get. Visions and insights created with hard work and my own damn intelligence. Art is worthless if doesn’t come from and contain true emotion and feeling. No matter how hard it tries, Artificial Intelligence will never be able to feel any kind of emotion, love, or compassion, it cannot truly be happy or sad, only mimic the behaviour, making any attempt at rendering true feeling two dimensional, a substance without volume and depth of meaning, a regurgitation of someone else’s hard won knowledge, a bland repackaging of spoon fed information in which there can be no originality. This is an AI Free Zone. I have no patience for mimicry or plagiarism…
Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo of the painting Ramsès dans son harem (detail) by Jean Lacomte du Noüy taken in Paris in June 2019.
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“Before the doors she spoke such words and suddenly her countenance and color changed; her braided hair shook free, her heart swollen in frenzy. And, her voice did not have a mortal sound since she was inspired by the breath of the deity.” ~ Vergil