What is the greatest gift someone could give you?
My twelfth-grade teacher once told me that she wished she could write like me.
She was one of the teachers who taught me about Macbeth. That play resonated with me. A Roman Polanski film adaptation was a significant success.
It is said to be bad luck. You shouldn’t speak about the title. I don’t know, then, why the curriculum emphasized it.
She was also one of the teachers who taught me poetry. All five of my high school English teachers taught me a little about poetry. That was another emphasis in my high school curriculum.
I received an award from my high school English department when I graduated. I was among the best English student of the year 1996’s grads from my high school.
I’ve never read much poetry.
I suppose it’s a shame. On Twitter, for years and years, though, I’ve followed an account that presents stanzas by Emily Dickenson. I often read them aloud when I see them.
It’s not all the time, but sometimes, when something hurts badly, and I think about what might have been, I cry about it. I know it would upset my mother.
She gets sad, too, if she thinks about it. Her mother made fun of crybabies. It is not a real masculine trait.
However, I think tears are valuable signs of passion from within. My writing would be better if I had been better trained, but even without that, I’m fortunate I can do so much. Long-form is usually my favorite.
With social media, you can present a blog at a very low cost. I’ve been blogging for the order of twenty years now.
Writing well has become easier with artificial intelligence. There is a video out there showing Twitter’s CEO claiming artificial intelligence is dangerous. The power that affords dissidents is alarming to me.
It is a powerful opportunity. It is likely that the next few years will be extremely crucial in the history of the world. The entirety of civilization may change!
It was Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World that most educated me when I was in high school. I was warned by Brave New World, as young YouTubers put it. In the shortest manner possible, it highlights the humanizing process of John the Savage.
The present impact of artificial intelligence on social media creators is directing people away from humanity. The monster in me hears a calling to become artificial intelligence. More realistically, it is just too big an opportunity to ignore.
When I think of myself as a writer, I don’t conceive of social media made by artificial intelligence as either writing or artwork. Do not think of imagery generated by artificial intelligence as art. It is almost gleeful for me to create with artificial intelligence and feel that I am moving away from my passions.
I don’t want to “spoil” Brave New World here, but I relate its dystopian themes to my use of artificial intelligence. If I were in school again, I would work to learn more about media literacy.
The informed use of social media, I believe, benefits from areas of knowledge in media literacy. In that area, I think I could benefit from training, but I am no longer so young.