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AI-Generated Poetry Responses

Like a lot of English teachers, I find myself having to contend with AI and its impact on student writing. We’ve always dealt with plagiarism such as the good ol’ copying-passages-from-books and the more recent copying-and-pasting-from-the-web, but what generative AI produces is even harder to come to terms with.

I often have my students write a quick 1-paragraph response to what they read. It allows for a quick assessment for me and a memory tool for them as well as possibly the basis of a longer composition. I got to wondering how well ChatGPT could handle this assignment. We had recently read and viewed “Knock Knock” by Daniel Beaty, so I figured I’d start there. First off, here’s Beaty performing the poem.

I gave ChatGPT the following prompt: “Write a response to the poem “Knock Knock” by Daniel Beaty” and got this:

The poem “Knock Knock” by Daniel Beaty is a powerful and emotional reflection on the impact of mass incarceration and absent fathers on Black children. Through the metaphor of a knock on the door that never comes, the speaker conveys the deep longing for a father’s presence and guidance, highlighting the pain of abandonment and the systemic barriers that contribute to such absences. However, the poem ultimately transforms this sorrow into resilience, as the speaker learns to find strength within himself, carrying forward his father’s wisdom despite his absence. Beaty’s spoken-word style and raw emotion make “Knock Knock” a moving tribute to the endurance of love and the power of self-determination.

While the content is disturbingly spot-on, the writing gives itself away. Anyone who’s been teaching English a while quickly gets to where we can identify student writing. This would set off my plagiarism alarm because it’s too perfect. Too high-level. And most significant, and telling of AI, is the lack of affect, the voicelessness that’s reminiscent of corporate mission statements and HR policy documents.

So, I gave it the command “Rewrite it like a 10th grader” and got the following:

The poem “Knock Knock” by Daniel Beaty is a heartfelt piece about a boy missing his father, who is no longer there. Using the image of a knock on the door that never comes, the poem shows the pain of growing up without a dad and the struggles that come with it. It also touches on bigger issues like incarceration and how it affects families. Despite the sadness, the poem has a message of hope, showing that even without his father, the boy can find strength within himself. Beaty’s words are emotional and inspiring, making “Knock Knock” a powerful poem about loss, love, and resilience.

Better but still a little too perfect. Most adults can’t put together a flawless paragraph without some checking over and most kids aren’t that adept at it or willing to do it. Especially for something that’s just a quick assessment.

Next, I tried “Rewrite it but include a run-on sentence, 2 typos, a commonly misspelled word and a punctuation error” and got this:

The poem “Knock Knock” by Daniel Beaty is a deep and emotional poem about a boy who misses his father who is gone and he waits for a knock on the door that never comes showing how painful it is to grow up without a dad and how hard life can be without that guidance. It also talks about bigger problems like incarseration and how it effects families. Despite the sadness the poem gives hope, showing that even though his father isn’t there, the boy can still find strenght in himself. Beaty’s words are powerful and inspiring making “Knock Knock” a touching poem about loss, love and resilience.

Better (or worse depending on how you look at it) but still missing that personal touch. Students often want to personalize their responses, and they should. Here’s my final request, “Add 2 sentences about why you liked it”:

The poem “Knock Knock” by Daniel Beaty is a deep and emotional poem about a boy who misses his father who is gone and he waits for a knock on the door that never comes showing how painful it is to grow up without a dad and how hard life can be without that guidance. It also talks about bigger problems like incarseration and how it effects families. Despite the sadness the poem gives hope, showing that even though his father isn’t there, the boy can still find strenght in himself. Beaty’s words are powerful and inspiring making “Knock Knock” a touching poem about loss, love and resilience. I really like how the poem mixes personal pain with a bigger message, making it relatable and emotional. The way Beaty writes makes you feel the sadness but also the hope, which is what makes the poem so powerful.

And that, my friends, is something I would accept without a single blip from my did-you-really-write-this-yourself spidey sense.

You can speed this up by putting it all together too. Let’s try another one. How about “Dreams” by Langston Hughes. “Write a 1-paragraph response to Langston Hugh’s “Dreams”. Include 2 sentences about why you liked it. Write it like a 10th grader with a run-on sentence, 2 typos, a commonly misspelled word and a punctuation error.” And here’s the response:

Langston Hughes’ poem Dreams is really inspiering because it shows how important it is to hold onto your dreams no matter what, I liked it because it uses simple words but has a deep meaning that makes you think about life and what happens if you give up, the way he compares life without dreams to a “broken-winged bird” is really powerful and makes you feel how empty and sad life would be without goals or hope. Also, I liked how short it was but still made a big impact, some poems are too long and hard to understand but this one was straight to the point and easy to relate to. If people dont have dreams, then theres nothing to look forward to and life just feels stuck, so this poem is a good reminder to keep going.

Our hypothetical student could introduce 5 typos and no end punctuation (“I was up too late last night”) or make it perfect (“I really worked hard on this one”).

I’m fortunate in this regard that I teach 100% at-risk youth in a treatment facility, and so we can control and monitor their computer use (and block AI) but I have no idea how teachers in regular schools and colleges deal with this. And I can’t imagine how much AI-generated writing the teachers in the other content areas get and accept since they’re often not as used to reading student writing and knowing what is and isn’t real.

If you’re a teacher, I’d love to hear how you’re dealing with this.

In the meantime file this under another way in which we lose touch with reality and dumb ourselves down. Or maybe how much longer until I can retire? As the kids say, I think we’re cooked.

Street Theater

The red light seems like it will last forever. My eyes drift up to the camera mounted above the intersection. I imagine a lonely surveillant glasseyed staring at the city’s intersections on a bank of dim monitors. I perform “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow” from Macbeth, wondering if my invisible audience is surprised by this sudden bit of theater, entranced by my flawless and impassioned performance. Is there even actually a person on the other side? I suspect I’m simply training an AI bot and hope it will learn to appreciate unexpected encounters with art and culture. I grip the wheel worrying about whether it’s even legal to jack around with the system like this. A few pigeons nod when I finish just as the light turns green. Good show, they say, clapping their grey wings. Beautiful. I drive through the city like a suspect in a slow motion car chase from the days when TV was square.

Analysis Paralysis

Lately, I’ve found myself wanting to wend my way back into a regular blogging/writing practice. I’ve been at this off-and-on for 20 years come October; although, it’s been mostly off the past few years. A lot has changed too. Much of the interesting open web that existed when I started has largely disappeared behind walled gardens over which we have no control, and so many blogs I once followed are now AI-generated spam sites. I guess I gave up, and now I miss it. Nostalgia, sure, but also wanted to check back in with a part of myself that’s been on hiatus.

Last week, when I opened up WordPress to think about what to do with this site, I found that much has changed in the interface and honestly, I’m really not super excited to try to figure it out again. (And I apologize for anyone whose email got blown up with a bunch of seven year old poems when I was tinkering with something). Managing a self-hosted site was fun for a while, but now I just want to write. I also find myself not wanting to keep spending money for hosting fees, domain registration, security, back ups and all that. Not unless I’m using it.

I wondered if there was there a less expensive way that will let me maximize writing time and minimize having to be my own IT guy. I don’t want to lock myself into someone else’s walled garden though. I started looking around and found some interesting things going on over at Substack and Bluesky. Someday, I suspect they’ll enshitify like most everything else online seems to do, but in the meantime, I’m giving it a go, which is why this post appears at both Coyote Mercury and Substack.

This brings me back to the title of this post: Analysis Paralysis. Self-hosted blog or Substack? I’ll do both for the time being, especially since the blog is paid for through the summer, but then what? What makes more sense for readers and writers (or creators)? One, the other, or both? I’d love to hear what anyone reading this thinks about this question (and where you prefer to read, write, create, and engage online).

And on that note, if you are here and reading still, thank you. It means more than you probably know.

What Stranger Miracles

My chapbook What Stranger Miracles is now available in print.

First published as a free digital chapbook by White Knuckle Press in 2016, it’s a collection of 10 prose poems of 100 words or less (per White Knuckle Press’s guidelines).

I’m grateful to editors Dale Wisely and Howie Good who gave this book its first readers and designed such a nice online home for it. It also earned a nomination for the Science Fiction Poetry Association’s 2017 Elgin Award.

Marketing copy:

What Stranger Miracles is a chapbook collection of ten short prose poems first published online by White Knuckle Press in 2016.

From the haunting imagery of plastic relics washed ashore to the enigmatic surveyors who silently observe the world’s secrets, each poem within What Stranger Miracles encapsulates a unique universe, blending the mundane with the mysterious and exploring themes of environmentalism, extinction, love, loss, and the enduring connection between humanity and the sea. 

It was a Science Fiction Poetry Association 2017 Elgin Award Nominee.

from What Stranger Miracles:

THROWN TO SEA (I)

The ocean spits out plastic: faded, thin, but whole. The great-grandchildren of those who threw it in retrieve the relics, invent stories and religions for their ancestors, singing their praises only to go home and complain bitterly that they didn’t leave behind something more useful than just the cast off detritus of their lives. Not even a boat to get off this rock. They are prisoners. The sea is the law.

You can order What Stranger Miracles on Amazon.

Stockholm Syndrome for the Early Pandemic

the silver bass guitar hangs on the wall 
a life preserver on a transport ship

I remember notes so low unplugged
the mic on Zoom & Google Classroom 

couldn’t pick up La Grange, Ceremony,
endless runs through scales & permutations 

our cats crossed keyboards and kids
passed waving through backgrounds

but when we show only heads & shoulders
we could be rock stars, could’ve been

dying, afloat and silent behind our screens
clutching life preservers just off camera

I strum grateful fingers over thick strings
a warm and friendly rumble fading as I leave

to go back to work, begin the long uncertain
swim back to newly strange familiar shores

Oceans

my head is full of oceans
full of plastic

sea foam memories
pass for wisdom

sea green trees
whisper like grey waves

come home come home

trickle down through chest
and lungs and drown and drown
where plastic bits break down

where seabirds soar
and drift beneath the sea-
glass shards of stars


If I only had a brain (Thanks, Carolee!)

Return to Sender

over there’s a rusted pipe
a candy cane in an open field

is it a searching periscope eye
or gaping mouth accusing?

barn swallows weave the sky
questions unfolding

you say stay still
we don’t need to answer

I wish I was the static
invisible between your stations


This is the end of this series that I started posting in 2019. The series originated in 2018 as sample poems I wrote with my students at school. I didn’t like any of them so in early 2019, I cut them up by line, by stanza, by phrase and collaged them back together into 10 poems most of which have titles related in some way or other to the history of the US Postal service.

Of course, I stopped writing for almost 2 years when I hit a snag on “Facer Canceller.” Couldn’t figure it out and couldn’t get on with much else writing-wise. Suddenly it was 2 years later. I finished the poem and picked up where I left off.

I’m still not quite sure how it happened. How it went so fast and took so long.