AI has even more to say

A couple of months ago, I wrote about AI and my frustration with it, but also, about some of the thoughtful critiques of my poems that have emerged from AI. Some of those critiques have mysteriously disappeared, but others remain (the best being the one I showcased in my prior post). But it turns out that AI doesn't always get that right, either. A mention of my poem, "Toxic Redux," brought forth an AI discussion of my concern with the environment and what has happened to it.

"Toxic Redux," however, is a poem about Britney Spears, and--ultimately--about the horrible ways that women have always been treated. 

(In related news, my iPhone's voice mail function recently transcribed an inquiry about my chapbook, The Wild Parrots of Marigny, as an inquiry about Masturbation Child Packed Up.)