Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "creative-process"

Anybody can be a singer using Autotune,
Using ChatGPT anybody can be a writer.
But I’m yet to find an AI that can compose,
Love thy neighbor, or love has no gender.

Yet the problem is, neither human
nor AI can detect AI generation.
The world is already being flooded
with soulless, deceitful creation.

In the midst of such grave misgivings,
Honor alone can bring illumination.
Before you place anyone on pedestal,
Observe character beyond the creation.

Even I use photoshop, to enhance my covers,
But the words beneath are unvarnished Naskar.
AI can be a great help if you know how to
use it honorably, so originality is empowered.

No such thing as an uncreative heart,
If you are alive, you are creative.
Unless cluttered by status quo,
Every heart is by nature creative.

Heart alive is heart creative,
Creativity is a sign of life.
Uncreativity is pulselessness,
Symptom of a heart anemic of life.

I am not creative, I’m just alive,
Creativity is just a byproduct.
If you don’t impose limits of norm,
Every blood vessel is creation-duct.

Any gargoyle can google
the definition of a sonnet,
Any robot can write and
rhyme 14 lines of a sonnet.

Number of lines don’t make sonnet,
Impeccable rhyme don’t make poetry.
Critics, police and gatekeepers are
usually least capable of originality.

It’s okay if it’s few lines extra,
It’s okay if it’s couple lines less.
It’s okay if it doesn’t rhyme at all,
It’s the soul that matters, not vessels.

You’re welcome to your dead laws of poetry,
while I bring poetry to life, shaping society.

Over the past few years one change has taken over my writing. It’s that I no longer write from thought. Almost everything I write today is the result of subconscious grinding. In fact, these days I make it a point to not write from thought, particularly because things written from thought never quite embody the magic of my naturally flowing spring of words. Initially my writings contained occasional natural gems, bridged by materials from thought, particularly my early works of prose. But nowadays, it’s like some invisible force does the actual writing – the complete writing, I only take dictations. Perhaps I’ve gotten lazy, or perhaps the outside has gotten lazy, for the inside has come alive. The thinker has given in, for the seer has come alive. This ain’t mysticism, just the genius of nature. I ain’t a mystic, just nature at its peak.

I have zero tolerance for the use of AI in any aspect of human creative endeavor. We can make a separate space for AI art, but AI trash passed as human art, is an abomination of creativity – for our imperfections bear the keynote of truth. Art is a testament to human struggle – remove the human, and it’s art no more. Either you are an artist or you use AI, you cannot do both.