WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

November 2010

November 22, 2010

I am wrapped in winter…

I am wrapped in winter. I am not who I was. I am materially different from the yesterday me. I am a pattern of information. I am mostly space. I am mostly not human. I am a crowd of symbionts, parasites, and human cells. I am emergent. I am an illusion. This cold shawl.… Continue reading

Poems

poem, winter

Ancestral (Artificial )Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. For me, writing is how I think, and I prefer to do it myself. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

I have changed this from Artificial to Ancestral, after Abi Awomosu @ Substack. This medium was made with human history, human thought. All of it, bright and dark. It is ancestral.

Poems

Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

It is likely to be — it is best if it is — a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think — but it is not necessarily biographical.

November 2010

I am wrapped in winter…