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Can you tell I've been away on holiday? A lovely, relaxing week on the bountiful Greek island of Thassos, soaking up sun and retsina. Not all idling, however. I did read a few books and watched some football at the Byzantine Bar. (Levadiakos beat OFI 4-0.) I have a new poem in-the-works but it's not ready to face the world yet, so in lieu here is a delightful sample of AI, an obituary written by a bot and poetic in its own write:
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RIP Brenda Tent |
Oh, it's cold and wet in this country! Until next week...
Thanks for reading, Steve ;-)
2 comments:
I loved this. Very witty.
I'm still not quite sure what automatic writing is. I liked the funny and sweet obituary for Brenda Tent though. I hope you had a great holiday.
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