We’re celebrating all things automation this month, and to kick things off, we trained a bot to write poetry (with the help of some human friends). You can learn about our resident bot and read the first batch of poems here.
OBOE RAIN It wasn’t rain hitting it was just an oboe he knew it this realisation climbed him like a ghost it was always funny how he would react a spider rapunzel with electronic hair a poetry mouth singing with a lazy tongue just oblivion. He just ordered. He unbuckled his jewellery belt, this world droops about it feels soft like flour. This didn’t catholic over his chest infection it didn’t ease his history. It wasn't rain hitting it was just a cardboard instrument a social dramatic cloud that speaks over his voice and pelts out the world. By Emilie Zoe Baker
A NEW ROUTE I have said that the way you want is not much more than just a hint of sea in one day, but I’m with my friend and our first words are not the ones we’ll keep. The room was full of us all night and when we left she bought a few more beers to see how things would feel. We crashed out from the storm that comes with no rules and if we’re in this world to make sense of it all I can’t help but seek a new route to the map we lost. By Adam Ford
Emilie Zoey Baker is an award winning poet and spoken word artist from Melbourne.
Adam Ford lives in Chewton, in Central Victoria. He is the author of the poetry books The Third Fruit is a Bird and Not Quite the Man for the Job. His website is theotheradamford.wordpress.com and his twitter and instagram are both @adamatsya.
Maeve Baker is a Melbourne based animator, illustrator and comic artist. She struggles to put down her pen, seeking to communicate relatable content in interesting ways. Maeve is currently employed at 12Field Animation Studio and on an array of freelance animation projects for clients in Melbourne and Brisbane.