Using the artificial intelligence GPT-3, I have created the first recipe (or prompt) in a series of recipes based around different abstract personalities. This is the output of that recipe called, Someone Who Misses You. GPT-3 wrote this, based off my recipe. When you purchase this, you are purchasing the video, and the recipe as a text file. Each time any AI similar to GPT-3 is shown the recipe, it will generate infinite variations.
In the poem, I want to talk about how blue the sky was in the middle of the desert and the forged documents on the seat next to me that would get me to my mother’s death bed though the pandemic road blocks and how quiet the car was after I got the call that she’d died and how the audio book stopped and how haunted every rest stop and petrol station was alone the way and how every burger place with a playground was on the other side of hell with red striped tape across every slide and every empty ball pit and I was the only one asking for coffee and and a pie through a mist of hand sanitzer.
In the poem, I want to talk about what albums I decided to ruin on the 8 hour drive home, knowing that whatever I listened to I would never be able to listen to, ever again, and how I had to come at writing about this, from the side.
In the poem, I float up with her between the desert and the blue sky and the white clouds and I get to hug her goodbye.
The writing is inspired by the need to connect and to be intimate during this time of incredible disconnection and turbulence, on a political, sociological and even biological level.
Today, I feel like we’re on the other side of something incredibly important. I hope you phone the people you love and tell them you love them. I hope you celebrate what you love in the streets (safely).
I hope you always remember what an incredible thing it is, that we’re all still here. That’s why I wrote this.
I’m really and truly excited to be able to (finally) tell you about something I’ve been working on in the background for months. Today is the launch day of Pleasefindthis Art (click here to go straight there) – A curated collection of fine-art prints containing lines from my poems, illustrations, patterns and more taken from my previous (and even some not-yet-released) volumes of best-selling prose and poetry. We looked around and wanted something in our home for my own family that reminded us of what was important and brought some light and colour to our spaces and so I started working towards making that real – almost everything you see on the site is up, framed and hanging in my own home.
Why? Because we’re all spending so much time at home these days that these spaces have become so much more than what they were, and if you’re going to be spending a ridiculous amount of time at home, it should be a place that brings you peace and comfort. Our homes should be places that energise and inspire us to live a life filled with meaning, wonder and delight in small spaces and large. I firmly believe that when you’re consistently exposed to the right words, images and ideas, your life starts to change. This artwork is inspired by my desire to bring more meaning, awareness and expression into my own, and everyone else’s lives. I hope I can bring that to yours.
Please take a look (We’ve taken 20% off for the launch) and as I always say, in so many different ways, I hope you find something here. And if you have suggestions or ideas, send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org – would you like to see that “Don’t Give Your Happy To Stupid” thing I wrote last week all together on an artwork? Something in a different colour? Would you like a personalised version of one of my poems? Let me know.
Oh, and if you’d like to win a free medium-sized print of your choice, find your favourite artwork on the site then share and tag me in it on facebook, instagram or twitter. Each time you share and tag on a different platform is another entry – I’ll announce the winner at the end of the week. I hope it’s you.
Working on this has helped me focus on what’s important, thank you for always reading and your time and for giving me the opportunity to make what I make, it fulfils me and makes me whole in a way I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to really explain.
The first time I met Trista she was late to her own reading, which is to say, we were both doing a reading at the same book shop, together at an Indigo in Toronto, and I began to read my poems extra slowly because even though I had never met this person, I believed that they deserved every good chance they could get to make it to their own reading, and she did make it, her and the friend who was driving her had gone to the wrong Indigo at the right time and, after discovering their mistake, had rushed across a foreign city and arrived only mildly disheveled and out of breath and reading poetry, even when you’re only mildly disheveled and out of breath, is a hard thing to do at the best of times – at the best of times you are not entirely sure that you’re actually any good at what you do and you’re concerned that perhaps you and everyone else at your reading has made a terrible mistake and maybe you should all just stop before this hot, embarrassing awkwardness goes on any longer. But Trista was great. Her words, in between breaths, were beautiful, and heartfelt and sincere and made people quiet in that wonderful way that people sometimes get at poetry readings.
And then she came and sat down next to me and my first words to her that weren’t over the internet were, “You’re late,” because I just wanted to make absolutely sure she knew. The point is, even under duress, and maybe especially under duress, Trista is a machine that takes the world and the relationships she has in it and spins it all into sentences that have tension and drama and forgiveness and anger and love, so much love, lost and found and every shade and tint in-between those two distant points. Examples of this litter her new work, When The Stars Wrote Back, a collection of nameless poems interspersed with handwriting and beautiful illustrations that capture the strangeness and unique tenderness of being human in a universe like this one, where we love and forget how to stop loving, as she writes,
Sometimes I like to think you still fall asleep like I do, reaching out for me like I keep reaching out for you.
What if I love you forever? What if it never goes away? What if I forget my own name and only remember yours?
Trista’s work, which you can see for yourself on her instagram account as well, wonders bravely, cinematically through a relationship she wants, and doesn’t want and forgets but can’t forget and it’s about her mother and her father and heroin and the power people from your past have over you and her body and it’s about not being young anymore or innocent or anything and that’s what poetry is supposed to do, it’s supposed to point at something we cannot point at, and talk about something we cannot talk about.
When The Stars Wrote Back is a beautiful book and I hope that, especially now, in this dark apocalyptic, endless fucking hellscape of a moment in the world we find ourselves in, that you treat yourself to it and if not, that you find something just as beautiful. But that, I imagine, would be a hard challenge indeed.
When The Stars Wrote Back is available wherever good books are sold and, amongst other places, Amazon, and I thoroughly recommend it.
If you’d like to know how to write poetry about love, or have been planning to write a love poem for a while now, this is what I keep in mind when I’m writing.
Firstly, you start on your knees.
This is the important part. You start on your knees because you start from a place of vulnerability because that’s what love is, it is being vulnerable with someone, it’s saying,
“You mean so much to every single part of me that you could easily destroy me right now, and so I am putting myself at your mercy, I am telling you who I really am in a way that I cannot tell anyone else.”
How do you do this? You admit your flaws. Admit where you are weak. Admit where you are overwhelmed with emotion and explain,
“This is what you do to me. You have destroyed who I was because you have made me who I am.”
Love changes us.
Talk about the change. Talk about what your life was like before now, and how they’ve changed every aspect of you.
Write to one person and one person only.
Talk about “You” and “Me” and “I” because when we talk to each other, that’s how we talk. You’re not addressing a crowd, you’re not writing a newsletter, you’re writing down why the fire of the universe has been ignited inside of you. That means you say, “You.” You are the only two people that matter in the eternal moment your poem exists in.
Create tension between the mundane and the metaphysical.
You can create tension in a poem by changing focus – talk about what happens when you touch their skin and what it feels like to touch the edge of forever. Talk about their smell and talk about how lucky you are to exist at the same time as them. This change from the intimate to the incredible creates tension and propels the poem forward. One of my most popular poems is one sentence long and it resonates, I believe, because of this tension between the casualness of the statement and vast metaphysical nature of someone’s soul.
And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, ‘Oh there you are, I’ve been looking for you.‘
-Iain S. Thomas
Tell the truth and stay.
It doesn’t have to be long, the shorter the better and the less room to make mistakes.
The thing we really want from our partner, is to be seen and to be understood.
When we write something to them that shows that we truly see them, it’s proof that we’ve actually sat down and reflected deeply on who they are, and who they are to us.
What is the truth of this person? What have they done? Do they make you want to be a better person? Tell them. Is it sometimes hard to love them in the chaos or having a family and work and all the other commitments that make up modern day life but you love them anyway? Tell them. Have you neglected them? Have you taken them for granted? Tell them. Tell them the things that they know are true, that will make them feel seen and truly understood in a way that no one else but you can.
Do they make you feel whole?
Tell them the things that only you can tell them.
The most powerful thing you can do for your partner, is to see them,
Most of the time, we fight not because we disagree but because we don’t feel understood.
This poem that you’re writing is chance to demonstrate that you do. Spend time on it and make it as beautiful as the person you’re in love with.
I’m currently running weekly online writing workshops on Sundays, you can click here to to find out more.
I’m writing to let you know that the second book in my short-book project is out. It’s called What We Should Do When This Is Over and it follows an old man and a young boy as they try to navigate a world in which no one goes outside anymore and normal seems very, very far away.
I wrote this book, with illustrations by my good friend and artist Rikus Ferreira, to deal with my own anxiety about the pandemic and to talk about the mundane, everyday things that I miss. This morning, my 3 nearly-4 year old asked me if we could go to the beach and I had to try and explain, again, about the really bad cold that’s going around and that’s why we can’t go to the beach. Or to the playground. In two weeks, I’m going to have to try and explain why she’s not going to have the birthday party I know she wanted. And her birthday is the day after mine. Remember the world where someone would blow on a cake and we would all eat it? Everything feels so far away.
Between days when I could accomplish nothing and nights when I can’t stop working, I made this. The friends I’ve shared it with so far have responded positively to it and I hope my readers enjoy it too.