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We Should Respond | Terry Trowbridge

Why We Should Respond to Individual Short Texts

I’m annoyed at how writers of flash fiction, poetry, and flash nonfiction are all howling into the abyss of the internet with very few readers. I’m considering writing some kind of daily critical response to one or two pieces of literary writing that appear in online literary journals, just to prove there is an audience (even if the audience is just me).

Currently, the apparent majority of readers for online literary journals seems to be ChatGPT iterations and other attempts at generative algorithms. And they are under-equipped readers, because they lack intentionality, as demonstrated when GPT conversations go in a loop of “Goodbye!” “See you later!” “Goodbye!” “See you later!” ad infinitum. “Goodbye!” is a word you experience; a word that is defined by the intention to leave; and not definable by whatever explanation is in a dictionary, vocabulary lesson, or lexicon.

Many other examples of writing cannot be read or interpreted by generative algorithms, no matter how many iterations they pop out, because of the embodied intentions. The disembodied superficiality of generative algorithms is deeply inscribed by a human-led corporate culture that devalues literacy, but over values the production of bureaucratic paperwork. By which I mean, our online literary artwork is being turned into fodder that feed generative algorithms, as passive readers, to produce more text for the text’s corporateliability’s sake.

We should think of ourselves before we think of Silicon Valley corporations. We should be active readers for social change, creative conversation, or leisure.

We can’t afford to limit our readership to the data sets of generative algorithms. While AI labs control the legislative power that allows them to use our words without compensation and without critical consideration, we still have the power to be active readers. If we want to exercise power in the sociopolitical changes happening now, then we need to start producing critical and appreciative texts that demonstrate some kind of human reading.


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Terry Trowbridge…

…has poems appearing in The New Quarterly,Carousel, subTerrain, paperplates, The Dalhousie Review, untethered, Quail Bell, The Nashwaak Review, Orbis, Snakeskin Poetry, Literary Yard, Gray Sparrow, CV2, Brittle Star, Bombfire, American Mathematical Monthly, AoHaM, Canadian Woman Studies, The Mathematical Intelligencer, The Canadian Journal of Family and Youth, The Journal of Humanistic Mathematics,The Beatnik Cowboy, Borderless, Literary Veganism, and more. Terry is grateful to the Ontario Arts Council for his first writing grant, and their support of so many other writers during the polycrisis

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Pastel of European Robin perched on a small branch by Tom Higgins ©2021
Art: European Robin, pastels, ©2021 Tom Higgins

Ozone from Quaoar | Terry Trowbridge

Ozone Ironies

Ozone hole over Antarctica could heal entirely by 2066
says UN says the news which says to me
that the Earth so fucked by climate change
it’s clenching its butthole shut so hard it’s
     going to disappear.

Somehow, we sidestepped the Robocop 2 dystopia
with blue sunscreen SPF in the thousands.
We haven’t lost the ozone layer but
I’d buy that for a dollar if it would stop the extinctions.

Sheila Watt-Cloutier proposes, at the Circumpolar Council,
that the Inuit and other Nordic peoples have
the right to be cold.
The rest have the obligation to ensure that right.

That would slow the extinctions.
Instead, I will be paying so much more while mineral miners
apply sunscreen to their short-sleeved arms
under Mount Erebus.

Quokkas are From Quaoar

There’s a Ring Around This Dwarf Planet.
It Shouldn’t Be There. 
—New York Times
That ring outside the Roche limit,
and Weywot, the tiny moon;
we call their system Plutoids
because of our concepts of Tartarus and Hades,
distances so far from where solar flares unfurl
that we think in spiritual concepts instead of quantitative.
We great apes. We who assume all celestial bodies
but our own
are “natural.”

If only we looked down again at our proudly upright ankles
we would have seen the Quokka:
with their spheroid cheeks and fur,
their low-gravity mass,
their penchant for circling an object of study
from so very far away.

We might have realized
the ring of Quaoar is constructed
by its Arctic people,
that their burrowed cities account
for reduced gravity and miscalculated distances,
the dirt from their millennia of tunnels
and subways and geothermal
civilization

the flung-up backfill flown far
in Centaur gravity, kicking like Centaurs engineers,
so tiny clods of dust and pebbles would coalesce.
With the advent of space hops, and glass helmets,
the Quokka Empire could populate the ring,
establish a spaceport on Weywot,
aim for a world closer to tropical sand...

...And that is how the societies
on the Pacific coast of North America
came to know Quaoar as the source of life and worlds
and Weywot as his son.

Lost in a Dream
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©2018 Justin Wolff via Unsplash

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Terry Trowbridge…

…poems appear in The New Quarterly, Carousel, subTerrain, paperplates, The Dalhousie Review, untethered, Quail Bell, The Nashwaak Review, Orbis, Snakeskin Poetry, Literary Yard, M58, CV2, Brittle Star, Bombfire, American Mathematical Monthly, The Academy of Heart and Mind, Canadian Woman Studies, The Mathematical Intelligencer, The Canadian Journal of Family and Youth, The Journal of Humanistic Mathematics, The Beatnik Cowboy, Borderless, Literary Veganism, and more. His lit crit has appeared in Ariel, British Columbia Review, Hamilton Arts & Letters, Episteme, Studies in Social Justice, Rampike, and The /t3mz/ Review.

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