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I can't reach the greengage and my tomatoes are blight-ridden. by Sarah O’Connor (@sarahocwrites.bsky.social) (2024 @anthro-poetry.bsky.social) tinyurl.com/yc64ha8h
soothing my homesickness in its own morbid way?"
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I can't reach the greengage and my tomatoes are blight-ridden. by Sarah O’Connor (@sarahocwrites.bsky.social) (2024 @anthro-poetry.bsky.social) tinyurl.com/yc64ha8h
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That’s another thing for novelists to pin above their desks now: “Write the novel that AI can’t write.” Because the AI isn’t fucked-up enough. Novels need to be horrible and messy to give a sense of real, lived life. You can’t be afraid to go nuts on the page.
That’s another thing for novelists to pin above their desks now: “Write the novel that AI can’t write.” Because the AI isn’t fucked-up enough. Novels need to be horrible and messy to give a sense of real, lived life. You can’t be afraid to go nuts on the page.