David Green

David Green (Books) is the imprint under which I published booklets of my own poems. The original allocation of ISBN numbers is used up now, though. The 'Collected Poems' are now available as a pdf. The website is now what it has become, often more about music than books and not so often about poems. It will be about whatever suggests itself.

Friday, 5 September 2025

AI

I'm sure that more worthwhile writers, musicians and maybe even painters than me look themselves up on the internet. I know they do because I've heard from some of them. It's a long time since I found anything about me I haven't known about and no news can't be bad news but you never know if somebody might have got hold of a copy of Romanticism, considered it quite glorious, and said so. Nobody has but AI summaries have been added to Google searches, and Bing and all and so it's interesting to see what it makes of Strange Fowl, the Shakespeare essay, and me as a 'poet'.
Google's AI thinks that,
David Green is a poet from Nottingham who currently resides in Portsmouth and is known for his book The Perfect Book (2018). His poetry, published under the imprint David Green (Books), covers a range of subjects, including the complexities of war, poverty, childhood memories, and the beauty of the natural world. He also maintains a blog where he discusses poetry, books, and music.
 
But, no, that is bordering on a 'fail'. While some of it is true, AI has conflated me with another 'poet' of the same name. I'm flattered to read that I'm 'known'. I'd never presume to write about war because I've not been in such a thing and wouldn't have anything to add anything to what Wilfred Owen and such writers wrote. Not on poverty, either. 
That must be the other bloke who is either a destitute ex-soldier or otherwise a victim of war, or he is prepared to attempt an empathy with the sufferings of others that I would not. King Canute and Ronnie Spector notwithstanding.
Childhood memories, yes, there are a few. The beauty of the natural world might not be a main feature in my poems. Of course it has plenty and I'm in favour of it but I suspect that 'art' is somehow more my environment. 
 
AI's got a long way to go yet. If it can't get beyond the simple facts of Green Studies and writes about entirely the wrong poems it's not going to get far in Eng Lit.
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While I'm here. Excuse me. Can I try out a little test and see if this link works,
 
 

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