Tuesday, May 19, 2026

Art Needs to Make Me Feel

 What is it about corny lines? “The girl looked so good she gave eyesight to the blind”? I chuckled. Then I looked it up. The song is playing now and it’s not too bad. Geometrically, a line is something that is infinite, stretching in both directions. That’s what I like about lines. There are some iconic ones like “It was a bright, cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen” or something along the lines of “You may have gone to Cambridge, but I am an honorary graduate of Starfleet Academy.” Another one that happens to have popped in my head is “Hello Jim. Who died and made you Batman?

There’s so many different ways to combine words to express what we want to say. People do it all the time, even when words were not a thing. I have found that human beings love to talk, to express. They are ambitious that way and they have voices. Even when in the prehistoric age, humanity made cave paintings did they not?

So what happens when Artificial Intelligence is used to put words together and make up a story? What happens when that story becomes acknowledged with an award? Is it scary? Is Skynet more real now? It’s always said that “Truth is stranger than fiction” after all.

I was participating in a group discussion about this award winning AI written story and actual writers who have written books were all calling it slop. I read the story myself. I found it so ridiculous. None of the sentences made sense, but even then I learnt something. I learnt a different meaning for the word kink and how to use it to imply that meaning when used in the context of hair. Naturally, a human being and not a Google search led me there, sat me down and explained it to me.

In season one of the medical drama The Pitt, there is a scene where a child who is very sick with measles is being denied access to a lumbar puncture by a helicopter parent who puts more faith in a Google Search than the actual resident doctor who puts their medical experience to work and tells both the parents that unless they act, their son could die. The helicopter parent refuses to relent and I don’t want to talk further about this as it will take away from a good moment in the episode.

The world today is a small place, because of the technology that humans have at their disposal. I can log on to anything at any given time and have my fun or spend a good few hours. Video has truly killed the radio star and some of these things are here to stay. Despite many warning about the effects they have on the attention span, children find themselves addicted to reels on social media platforms and grown  men with years of experience try to replace humans work and talent with the good old artificial.

But I was glad that quite a few of us in that group decided to have a good laugh about the story and I managed to learn something about a word, a human created word by reading that story

It taught me that the danger is not the technology itself, but the use of the technology. Funnily enough, I find myself reminded of a line from Terry Pratchett’s beautiful story Men at Arms. “Gonnes don’t kill people, people kill people”. So, while I acknowledge that it is easy now to just type a couple of things into a program and create, there will always be someone else who sits down with a piece of paper and a pen, far away from the reach of artificial and actually writes what he feels.

After all, art needs to make you feel. This AI story failed to do that. But all these corny lines have made me feel so much.

And with that, I take your leave, because I have a comic to read!


The Bilge Master

 

Sunday, May 17, 2026

I Dream In Phosphorescence

 Here's a little something nobody tells you about dreams. Dreams come true. The funny thing is that sometimes the dream takes a little time to come true and that's why I beleive that patience is called a virtue. 

As a child, I had a lot of dreams. Some of those dreams saw me astride a dragon, soaring off into the sunset. Others saw me walking on a brightly lit stage - strobe lights and roaring crowds hanging on to my every word while camera flash bulbs went off and dazzled me, forcing me to blink. Other dreams saw me driving down miles of open road, the wind a roar outside the car and Bon Jovi crooning Bed of Roses on the car stereo.

I am no longer a child. My eyes have become a bit grave. My face shows stubble. There are bags under my eyes sometimes and my dreams are now like acid trips and make me wake up screaming. I cannot sleep in a dark room any more, however miniscule; a light source has to be there. I have a therapist now and a martial arts teacher. I cook my own food and drink a lot of coffee, sometimes laced with alcohol.

That popular song starts playing in my head sometimes 

"Her dreams went out the door, when she turned 24". As did mine. I dream in phosphorescence now. I dream of fantasy worlds and of meeting an orangutan in a library. I dream of endless alleys littered with books that are available for cheap. I dream of tender stewed chicken which is to be relished with a nice piece of naan. I dream of being who I am with people I care about - joking with them, reading the books they give me, playing the games they make me a part of. I dream of going on walks with them and their dogs and of sharing what makes me sad with them.

The thing is, I've changed. I'm not a child anymore. My dreams have changed as well. It's almost a disease with me - I can never stop dreaming. A house littered with books and the smell of good food. A room of my own which has art made by my friend on the wall. I dreamt of all this and I dreamt of more things too. I never noticed some of those dreams coming true. I never realised when a dream became something I was living, when it became a truth. 

So, continue dreaming and stay a while. Let that dream become a truth Let me remind you of the horseman in Robert Frost's poem who stood by the woods, watched the snow fall in them and then acknowledged their beauty but also the fact that he had miles to go before he could sleep. Why do you think we dream the most when we sleep? Could the horseman have a desire to dream? Robert Frost seems to think that his horseman had a dream that he wanted to turn into a truth.


"Dream on, dream on, dream on

Dream until your dream comes true" 

I must admit that my life is kind and in many ways driven by the dreams I dared to dream as a child. My life may not be much, but it is mine. It is fuelled by many dreams and many truths.


The Bilge Master