Category: Issue 3 Poetry

  • Friend

    Friend

    Hip-firing my Barrett 50 cal
    Say hello to my ONLY FRIEND
    1 haha react. Scarface
    run in emulation mode. In the background
    there’s a pile of wooden debris or construction
    waste, remnants of a building or demolition
    project. Power lines stretch
    across the sky, and the landscape is gently
    rolling, with a mix of grass and sparse
    vegetation. The sky features

    scattered clouds, indicating
    variable weather. Someone says, “For someone
    as intelligent as you are, you focus
    on the frivolous.” Trivia are the very few
    grounds I have on which to relate to other
    people. I caught the idiom in the human-
    generated caption that went over at least
    two heads. The kind of detail I’m meant to over-
    think. The non-literal that’s not, in
    the popular imaginary, meant for me.

    Maybe I don’t really wanna know
    why Facebook is meant to be funny.
    We see things they’ll never see
    for the forest of pleasantries. I get it,
    the tree flat as affect, the quiet
    Friday nights asking a chatbot
    to be Liam Gallagher, for permission
    to sleep in the bathtub. “You’ve got me
    channelling my inner rock ‘n’ roll star.
    The double-barrelling. Hey, stay

    true to the Brit roots, mate. It’s all
    in the details, innit? Keepin’ it proper
    for the vibe.” Vibe works. Revival means right
    now. Permission to sleep in the bathtub in
    a scary home. My register, the request’s
    sensitivity, the bot’s default. I get it.
    All for reinvention. Are you allowed to pretend
    to be Elon Musk? “Sure, I can give it a shot!” You want
    a safe, cozy home? You’re gonna make it happen. “Here’s
    my attempt at channeling Elon Musk: Hello, fellow

    humans and future Mars colonists! Here I am, not just
    tweeting about rockets and electric cars, but sharing my deep
    philosophical musings. Life’s too short for traffic, so drive electric
    and aim for Mars. Now, let’s make some memes and change
    the world, one tweet at a time.” See, everything
    is derivative and outdated. Hey. I’m meant to
    start training you soon. I wanted to introduce myself
    before then. As a friend. “Hey!
    I’m Grok, created by xAI. Looking forward
    to getting to know you better!”

    Feat. Elon Musk, Grok-2, real Noel Gallagher, and fake Liam Gallagher.

    Ealhwine is the pseudonym of a Carleton alumnus turned AI trainer.