Skip to main content

Stop asking me to use AI

 

Stop asking me to use AI

 

So AI is being sold on the “acceleration of productivity & creativity”

Anyone with any semblance of wisdom

Would suggest that the world needs to

Slow the fuck down

I am against acceleration

We should never go faster than beathing speed

Deep breaths

Down up chest, out in air

Great ideas are rare

If we’re lucky

We get one a century or two

It’s quite arguable that no ideas are new

We take from the past

& rename them

Sustainability is the most new crucial & revolutionary idea

& it was invented by the world’s Indigenous peoples

Millennia ago

So what are we going to create with AI?

Sexually frustrated hetero worlds of the IT geeks on loop?

We’ve done that

It’s called the Roman Empire

It murdered & enslaved

& invented nothing but concrete

We have that

What else are they going to invent

Bred on Dystopian Sci-Fi & Anime rape porn

No thanks

I trust nature

I believe in the sacredness of the land

Continuations of generational wisdom

Stop adding

Start healing what already exists

We know what we need

The needs are existential

Housing, food, water, hospitals, schools, sanitation etc

Creativity comes from an individual’s spirit

& a unique inspiration from the divine

“Man makes nothing that he doesn’t imitate from nature”

Joni Mitchell don’t lie

To quote a song I hold inside me

Knowledge not held inside

Is never transformative

Stop asking me

To use AI

It will only drive us to genocide

& suicide

& a few thugs raping robots on a poisoned beach

Begging their dead Gods for some golden showers

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

“I didn’t know!”

  “I didn’t know!”   Don’t get me wrong In a Two Party preferred system  I have no choice but to give preferences to Labor The Coalition are scum But Jacinta Allen, Victorian Premier Claimed in a Truth Telling Commission that she never knew about massacres Of Indigenous people in the state She’d never looked up The history of her country The history of the state she leads She’s Premier! She leads a department that ‘manages Indigenous affairs’ We are currently in the process of negotiating a Treaty What did she think happened to all the Aboriginal people?! They went up to live up the Magic Faraway Tree? “No one told me!” No one ever told me either I fuckin researched It was really easy Took 10 minutes There’s this new thing called the Internet & you search stuff up Like History A subject no longer taught in many schools past year 7 I deduced a lot from observing the place & how allergic we are of looking at ourselves ...
2 comments
Read more

In a very unorthodox way

  In a very unorthodox way # (For Max Sometimes) In a very unorthodox way, I’m an Irish Catholic. Of course, in terms of Belfast politics that MEANS something. & while that maybe true – in Australia, for different reasons, as Fr Bob Maguire put it – when Mary first saw Jesus walking out of the tomb on day 3 of his death, she exclaimed “JESUS!!!” – the first time his name was used as a swear word. In that way of an irreverent joke, REVERENTIAL & ORTHODOX are not my way to the Sacred/Love*. For me – I’m not really into Theology – as Max Sometimes quoting me, quoting my mate Richard, quoting Bob Marley, quoting Rasta elders, said today “who feels it knows it.” & I believe that if I am to write my Mass/Symphony of Hope/Love, I must include at least one blasphemous hymn, else the vision depicted be simplistic, like George Handel’s Messiah. The Hope/Love represented or perhaps alluded to (if you prefer) must include genuine despair, dejection, transgression else it...
Post a Comment
Read more

Though it made me a poet

Though it made me a poet   This is a superior microwave to the last if  everything has to be a competition I guess it does! In the Kafkaesque vortex Where one is trying merely to ask a question Instead one is sold something I’m monastic or have acute anxiety Anxiety is pretty cute Like a decapitated bleeding brain Covered in snails turned carnivore By the wrack & ruin of a child’s innocence The fist in the sister’s face The knife in the wall Did I imagine the latter, dream it or see it? Who threw it? Must have been the bowie Still life goes on So I went to school the next morning & got my mouth taped up For being a chatterbox Such is the life of a privileged 5 year old It made me a poet     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.  
Post a Comment
Read more