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(i) make 'poet + ai = Objects in Space and Time'

Objects in Space and Time is an experiment, an exploration into language and sound. Can a poem be modified and transformed into a song? Can a poet direct an ai to capture the mood of the modified poem via genre, mood and tempo prompts. How does the poem transform within a musical environment? What new creature is created? side note, just so people know..this process is hard this took 55 versions to get the right vibe and many changes, morphing as it found its right frequency. this is not a one minute poem to song process, it's labor intensive, this one took 3.5 hours, this is no joke, I dare any poet to make this work for them. it hard, but cool as hell. a poet and an ai walk into a bar, what could possibly go wrong? Lyrics written by a poet (kylie brusaschi) music prompted by a poet, composed by an ai who I call 'Gertrude' paintings/drawings made by a poet (kylie brusaschi) Lyrics: clocks are spitting out deformed children all fuss and malfunction clocks are overbreeding at alarming rates it's alarming me all along my arms a rising storm a bloody mess i make a statement i state the thing i dig a hole i line it with plastic i throw a coin in clocks are breeding hybrids it's a rebellion hold on to your hats what is the reason the reasons are recurring here the ''Here' that slips from view like that beetle crawling over your arm and into your bed it's cold and the beetle is tired i make a statement i state the thing i dig a hole i line it with plastic i throw a coin in can't stop them a stopping is a lateness remembered after the body is buried what did one clock say to the other clock? you are late late get it do you get you don't get things back you make steps towards the simulation simulating the loss once i left something somewhere dropped breadcrumbs i follow them, they follow me not home but back to that place where a Memory waits there's been a delay i've been putting it off i keep sending it postcards saying sorry, not today can't make it today i make a statement i state the thing i dig a hole i line it with plastic i throw a coin in clocks are spitting out deformed children all fuss and malfunction it's a full-blown rebellion and who's going to stop them i think one shares my name is using my name opening bank accounts signing birthday cards buying cigarettes what's to be done to me that hasn't already been done again, and again i make a statement i state the thing i dig a hole i line it with plastic i throw a coin in i make I am the making of the makeshift wishing well and it knows me well #poetry #ai #songwriter #poet #artist #experimentalpoetry #song #music #musicpoetry #lyrics #experimentalpoetry #poetrysong