Translate, Don’t Copy

 

This is not like photocopying a photocopied photocopy.

What I am talking about are these rounds of pickleball that Kevin and I are engaged in. Hi-def mos def.

 

  1. I create a poem.

2. Kevin responds on YouTube

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3. I racket back with some good ol’ pingpong style ‘English’.  Translated:  I ripped the transcript from Kevin’s YT vid (which was a translation of the text of my poem.). I took that text and inserted it into the AI, Oasis.  I created a custom format that turned the text into a song lyric.

Industrial Poetry and Beauty

Transcript to lyric
(Verse 1)
Industrial poetry, oh what a sight,
Large scale visions, steam and light,
Beauty in the unexpected, we find,
Poetry of machines, rhythm in the grind.

(Chorus)
Elegance in simplicity, hear it sing,
Poetry in jackhammers, let the rhythm ring,
Repetition finds its own sweet groove,
Words like metal, in a blacksmith’s move.

(Verse 2)
Beg, borrow, and steal from the beat,
Words glowing, resistance they defeat,
Forged and shaped, like iron in flame,
Connection lost, yet still we proclaim.

(Bridge)
Clang of the hammer, echoes in the air,
Makes you wonder, do we still care?
For something basic, deep within our soul,
Keep searching for beauty, make yourself whole.

(Chorus)
Elegance in simplicity, hear it sing,
Poetry in jackhammers, let the rhythm ring,
Repetition finds its own sweet groove,
Words like metal, in a blacksmith’s move.

(Outro)
Go out there, find your own way,
Surprised by beauty, every single day,
Keep looking for that beauty, let it shine,
In everything, in every line.

Let us be clear. We both wrote this, but neither of us wrote this.  Freaky.

All kudos to Kevin for this pickleball game.  I suggest that if you want to share you can get together with us and set up a very short vid chat just to touch base and cipher on about what to do next. Why? I can count on one hand the number of times the future has flickered in my face like an old school sodium vapor light.  To pay this no mind is like someone coming into a story and yelling, “There  is a triple rainbow outside. Hurry. Check it before it fades,” and you not checking it.

So effing check it.

 

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