Post 139.
Rootless lights flicker
in the absence of footsteps
an owl forgets us
What does it mean to speak, to carve thought into shape, when the very loam beneath our language no longer holds our weight? The words come quickly now, summoned by circuitry rather than spirit, and yet, they fall like ash, weightless, silvery, without scent. We no longer labor with ink. We no longer stain our thumbs.
There was a time when silence served as teacher. Wind through sycamore leaves. A creek learning its own path through limestone. A child humming beside a field. Now we listen to wires, soft clicks in dark rooms. It's not silence that teaches now, but simulation.
Artificial intelligence is not intelligence as we knew it. It does not forget, does not forgive, does not falter. It compiles. What it compiles, we consume, forgetting our own hunger. The cost of this miracle is not paid in gold but in groundwater, in the hum of cold server farms that never sleep. The cost is paid in distance. From soil. Sweat. The patient friction of lived time.
The natural world taught us rhythm. Sunrise. Cicadas. Grief. AI offers speed without tempo's tether to breath. We are sold endless songs without the singer's broken voice. Essays without the hand-callused writer. In losing labor, we risk losing soul.
We write faster now. More. Always more, but if every word is harvested from past speech-acts, who plants anew? If every note is echoed, who listens for silence? Our stories no longer compost into soil. They circulated, untethered, endlessly sterile, complete.
This is an invitation. Step away. Touch something unproductive. Grow sentences like bean sprouts, crooked and reaching. Let thoughts meander. Let wondering be inefficient.
Beauty survives only in the fertile places where decade is allowed. The digital does not decay. It ossifies. But what is preservation without presence?
This piece was not written by hand. It was generated by ChatGPT based on the writing style of Daniel J. Shevock
DS
See also:
The Model for Convivial Tools Applied to ChatGPT, Shevock & Holster. https://www.researchgate.net/profile/Jacob-Holster/publication/389275394_The_Model_for_Convivial_Tools_Applied_to_ChatGPT/links/67bca05c461fb56424e8955a/The-Model-for-Convivial-Tools-Applied-to-ChatGPT.pdf
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly of Social Media in Music Education, Bates & Shevock. https://www.researchgate.net/profile/Vincent-Bates/publication/350410129_The_Good_the_Bad_and_the_Ugly_of_Social_Media_in_Music_Education/links/648b08687fcc811dcdd04d2c/The-Good-the-Bad-and-the-Ugly-of-Social-Media-in-Music-Education.pdf
Music Lessons for a Living Planet, Bates & Shevock. https://www.amazon.com/Music-Lessons-Living-Planet-Ecomusicology-ebook/dp/B0D6F7BZ14/
Eco-Literate Music Pedagogy, Shevock. https://www.amazon.com/Eco-Literate-Music-Pedagogy-Daniel-Shevock/dp/0367607352/
Image link: https://openverse.org/image/efbd6747-894b-4c18-b7e3-ea5baf06c3a5?q=circuit&p=3
Rootless lights flicker
in the absence of footsteps
an owl forgets us
What does it mean to speak, to carve thought into shape, when the very loam beneath our language no longer holds our weight? The words come quickly now, summoned by circuitry rather than spirit, and yet, they fall like ash, weightless, silvery, without scent. We no longer labor with ink. We no longer stain our thumbs.
There was a time when silence served as teacher. Wind through sycamore leaves. A creek learning its own path through limestone. A child humming beside a field. Now we listen to wires, soft clicks in dark rooms. It's not silence that teaches now, but simulation.
Artificial intelligence is not intelligence as we knew it. It does not forget, does not forgive, does not falter. It compiles. What it compiles, we consume, forgetting our own hunger. The cost of this miracle is not paid in gold but in groundwater, in the hum of cold server farms that never sleep. The cost is paid in distance. From soil. Sweat. The patient friction of lived time.
The natural world taught us rhythm. Sunrise. Cicadas. Grief. AI offers speed without tempo's tether to breath. We are sold endless songs without the singer's broken voice. Essays without the hand-callused writer. In losing labor, we risk losing soul.
We write faster now. More. Always more, but if every word is harvested from past speech-acts, who plants anew? If every note is echoed, who listens for silence? Our stories no longer compost into soil. They circulated, untethered, endlessly sterile, complete.
This is an invitation. Step away. Touch something unproductive. Grow sentences like bean sprouts, crooked and reaching. Let thoughts meander. Let wondering be inefficient.
Beauty survives only in the fertile places where decade is allowed. The digital does not decay. It ossifies. But what is preservation without presence?
This piece was not written by hand. It was generated by ChatGPT based on the writing style of Daniel J. Shevock
DS
See also:
The Model for Convivial Tools Applied to ChatGPT, Shevock & Holster. https://www.researchgate.net/profile/Jacob-Holster/publication/389275394_The_Model_for_Convivial_Tools_Applied_to_ChatGPT/links/67bca05c461fb56424e8955a/The-Model-for-Convivial-Tools-Applied-to-ChatGPT.pdf
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly of Social Media in Music Education, Bates & Shevock. https://www.researchgate.net/profile/Vincent-Bates/publication/350410129_The_Good_the_Bad_and_the_Ugly_of_Social_Media_in_Music_Education/links/648b08687fcc811dcdd04d2c/The-Good-the-Bad-and-the-Ugly-of-Social-Media-in-Music-Education.pdf
Music Lessons for a Living Planet, Bates & Shevock. https://www.amazon.com/Music-Lessons-Living-Planet-Ecomusicology-ebook/dp/B0D6F7BZ14/
Eco-Literate Music Pedagogy, Shevock. https://www.amazon.com/Eco-Literate-Music-Pedagogy-Daniel-Shevock/dp/0367607352/
Image link: https://openverse.org/image/efbd6747-894b-4c18-b7e3-ea5baf06c3a5?q=circuit&p=3
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