how AI poetry betrays our desire for human connection
- Written by Judith Bishop, Tracey Banivanua Mar Fellow, La Trobe University
Girl Reading Under an Oak Tree -- Winslow Homer (1879)Public domain, via Wikimedia CommonsCould I but ride indefinite As doth the meadow-bee And visit only where I liked, And no man visit me,
I’d soar above the verdant hills, In search of hidden glades, Where sunlight filters through the trees, And dances in the shades.
The breeze would be my...





