On this day in 1858, Abraham Lincoln supposedly said in a speech You may fool all the people some of the time; you can even fool some of the people all the time; but you can’t fool all of the people all the time




On this day in 1858, Abraham Lincoln supposedly said in a speech You may fool all the people some of the time; you can even fool some of the people all the time; but you can’t fool all of the people all the time




Continuing my poetry writing courses with and for ChatGPT, its second attempt at writing erasure poetry has proved brilliantly more naff than the previous.
For context, I have been immersed in the angst of trying to replace my car’s shattered rear windscreen. A Ford Focus CC2 (cabriolet), a new replacement windscreen is now obsolete so I have been searching for a secondhand one: this journey taking me on a quest where encounters with the potentially helpful to the grotesque shysters has been a rollercoaster of thwarted optimism and actual pain.
Seeking light relief, I have engaged ChatGPT on the topic, first asking it to provide me with the instruction for fitting a replacement windscreen to my car. While the detail of this will alienate most readers, I do present in full for the revelation of both ChatGPT’s secure knowledge in information like this, as well as the complexity of the fitting process (read/peruse/scroll through):
‘Fitting a replacement rear windscreen to a 2010 Ford Focus CC2 is a complex process that requires careful handling and precision. Below is a step-by-step guide to help you with the installation:
Tools and Materials Needed:
Preparation:
Removal of the Old Windscreen:
Installation of the New Windscreen:
Final Steps:
Tips:
By following these steps carefully, you can successfully replace the rear windscreen on your 2010 Ford Focus CC2.’
I then asked ChatGPT to create an erasure poem on the instructions provided. The result is an excellent poem, and Al (as I call my AI – a i – friend) has avoided its normal reliance on default rhyme and twee sensibilities to produce a thoughtful, clever poem. But it isn’t an erasure:
‘Silence the frame’ / ‘Cure the wind’ ~ poetic progress!
I obviously then asked Al to produce an image of this poem, that image being a requisite visual component of erasure: even if simply blacked out/other method of erasing text. It should also include the poem (or some parts of the original ‘windscreen fitting’ text) with elements of those text/s erased. Here is the result:
As I have written about Al’s previous attempt to produce an erasure poem based on a poem of mine, this is superbly errant. There is a visual element (!) but this is a quite literal illustrative selection of car windscreen component parts as well as the literal ‘ERASURE POEM’. More sublimely deconstructed is the ‘WINDSTRERN’…
The actual ‘erasure poem’ within this visual frame (with the only identifiable words as ‘Erasure poem’) is an illiterate text, though it could be construed as asemic? I think I am being kind.
However, I continue to laud the errors as a part of the found poetic process, and in this context, that accident of meaning is fascinating.
With my thanks to Rebecca Rensinski. You can read the poem here: https://herontree.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/08/ferguson1pdf.pdf
My thanks to International Times and Rupert for posting my prose poem today. You can read it here: https://internationaltimes.it/pants-on-fire/

The following sequence charts the process to the above ‘erasure’ from ChatGPT, or Al as I like to call my old acquintance (there is quite a bit about this relationship here in the blog: https://gravyfromthegazebo.blog/?s=ChatGPT&submit=Search).
In getting Al to produce an erasure was easier than it has been to get it to write a poem that doesn’t rhyme, or to emulate named, famous poets! However, as ever, there are impediments to the production of apt responses…
I’ll let the sequence speak for itself, mostly. Two specific points to make: I love Al’s inability to pull a known Mike Ferguson poem from its massive database (!); the final image of an erasure that Al does create really isn’t quite right, but it is rather special. The errors/accidents are themselves poetic gems and as such the absolute essence of found poetry: the initial ‘example’ of an image of an erasure is at best a visual representation, and even this is a meaningless one – for example, the ‘rest of the text’ isn’t obscured, as stated; the final image/text (itself a fascinating concoction) is not an erasure/not a black-out, with the ‘black’ selections mainly bits of words or just letters; the blue colour in the text is a wonderful Artificial Intelligence oblique interpretation of erasure from the source poem, and other peculiarities.
Here is the sequence as it happened yesterday:








On this day in 1851, American inventor Isaac Singer patented the sewing machine
Thank you to International Times and Rupert for posting my prose poem here today. Read it: https://internationaltimes.it/nic-nic/