AI will never beat the real writer’s ‘voice’
We scribblers and hacks are staring at the abyss, but those digital imposters cannot, ever, beat the dazzle of human originality and creativity.
We scribblers and hacks are staring at the abyss, but those digital imposters cannot, ever, beat the dazzle of human originality and creativity.
Tight-knit communities are rallying and saying enough, please. And for the first time in a long time, memberships are rising, and the average age of members is tracking downward.
Beyond the chatter of birds there’s a silence that’s alive, that hums. The roar of crammed life seems very removed from all this.
The rock god spoke his explosive truth when talking about sex in his marriage. He was utterly honest from a male perspective, and it felt precious and rare.
This is not wagging. It’s far more serious than that. The number of school children with a phobia of stepping through the school gate is growing.
Give me performers who dare to be silly for the common good. The kitsch, crazy Eurovision is a tonic of joy, and in these fraught times, that’s cool.
There’s nothing quite like the loneliness felt within a dysfunctional family, of feeling you don’t quite belong. It’s why I’ll be thinking of Prince Harry during the gilded royal extravaganza this weekend.
The glorious squawk is the joy of this country. Land clearing is driving out once common species. Imagine a world bereft of birdsong.
It’s Wendy, early Germaine, Dawn Fraser, Charmion Clift, Marcia Langton, Judy Davis, Chrissie Amphlett. For women of a certain age it’s bracing to see.
My reader is the father of a daughter with young sons, and what he’s witnessing from his violent and dangerous son-in-law is tearing his family apart.
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