Constitute Creation

Me thinking about AI and the future of human creativity.

As someone who has always needed creative expression to make sense of my world and to feel connected to myself, the idea of pressing a button to generate a book, a song, or an elaborate work of art makes me shiver in despondency.

At the same time, I have studied history enough to know that every technological advancement was seen at the time of its arrival as the demise of our humanness:
The written word was the end of our human capacity to memorize – and thus – *embody* culturally meaningful texts. The telephone ruined our letter writing skills. Television killed the radiostar. Still, here we are.

For everything that changes, some things are lost. And everything always changes.

A while ago I was amused by Spotify’s AI translation of lyrics to a song by the band Goat. The woman narrating the intro to the song (‘To Travel the Path Unknown’) speaks the words: “constant creation.” But the AI interpretation (because of the echo & reverb) turned it into: “constitute creation.”* And that struck me, – like an instruction.**

It is not the result – the material product of my creative labor that gives me a sense of wellbeing; it is the process of creating itself, – the flow of energy that moves through me in the moment of creative labor. And whatever the piece turns out to become; it is the energy I placed within it that gives me sense of joy or understanding when I later see/read/hear the work I’ve made. I infused it with my own essence, and that’s the true value of it.

The opposite of creation is; destruction, but also, non-existence. So my humanness, my aliveness, is constituted by me BEING creation itself rather than being someone who is creative. The latter is an identity marker I gladly dress myself up in, the first is a fundamental principle of my existence. And I suppose that’s a possible paradigm shift catalyzed by the advent of AI. That we must BE ~ embody ~ merge with ~ our creative capacity, here and now, eye to eye, locally and physically, completely present. Not for profit, not for the sake of sales or competition, or so-called temporary “successes” or “achievements,” no, – for Life.

Could it be that it requires an artificial intelligence take-over to push us completely back into our own creative constitution? So far, the trajectory of these technologies seems to be about disembodiment. Moving from body (physical labor), to mind (mental labor), to machine assisted labor, to, currently, an externally located collective database (posthuman labor). We have nearly cut ourselves out of the equation. If the pendulum swings, do we then ricochet back into our bodies? Where else can we go? The body in the present moment as a ‘last resort’ that turns out to be exactly where we need to be?

It’s a thought I’ve been having. I am pretty sure that such a shift in the way we engage with our human creative potential will allow for a freedom and surge of energy unlike anything we’ve seen before. Because that’s also been a historical pattern. I do generally enjoy reaching for the possible ideal more than I like wallowing in anticipation of every possible dystopia. It is precisely my humanness that enables such a vision and that can proceed to create enthusiastically from that spirit.

* The AI has since (auto?)corrected this typo, making me feel giddy I caught it because it brought me a lot. Typos often bring me a lot. Which is another essay altogether: The fruit of failure and the magic in mistakes.

** By the way: The full intro to the song ‘To Travel the Path Unknown’ by Goat is worth mentioning here. It goes like this: “There is only one true meaning of love, and that is to be a positive force in the constant creation of evolution” – that is also an instruction, no matter how daunting the world around us may feel. Which makes me think of a Massive Attack song that’s been perpetually stuck in my head since 1998: “Love, love is a verb, Love is a doing word, Fearless on my breath.” A solid mantra for that unknown path into the future.


Energetically Speaking

1. (July 2022)

I am unquantifiable life force pulsating through matter in mysterious ways. I don’t want your labels nor hourly wages. I am worth multiplicity and boundlessness. It’s a strange experience to live in a reduced container of possibility as such. I look around in sheer disbelief at the human willingness to live less. Subnatural circumstances, artificial intelligences, systemic imbalances, and constant inflation.

Inflation is worth-less-ness. It is a human invention. Because *nothing* in actuality is ever worth less than the quality it holds. It’s a game, you see, and everyone is losing. It would be funny if it weren’t so painfully unnecessary. The human experience teetering at the edge of a cliff.

If there is a desire to live, and live well, tilt your weight towards the Earth. Hold on to a tree. Collaborate with fungi. Learn from lichen. Get cellular signal from your own body. Call everyone you know from that place, howling loudly, without shame. We do need you on the edge of that cliff, growing roots from the soles of your feet and into the soil, like a tree seemingly defying gravity, but held in place firmly by the grace of equilibrium.

2. (April 2022)

I don’t want to make sense
I want to make waves
I want neon discomfort to shoot from your finger to your toe and I want that discomfort to remind you of something and to recalibrate your next move in alignment with your essence

I want to bewilder and confuse in fluorescent flashes
From your finger to your toe all the way into that wired arpeggio circuit in your skull cave
I want you to be brave
Meaning full of fear in the direction of the thing that frightens you most for the sake of something more free and bright

Remember you’re a descendent of exploding stars
Chief Executive Officer of Starlight Innncorrrrporrrated
Meaning you orate from your body and you tell us what you Know


Prayer

I am reclaiming my prayer from the dungeons of dogma and fear

It’s not that I have been godless after losing my religion at 15
It’s that my sense of God existed beyond scripture
Beyond demarcations of insulated groups
Beyond right and wrong answers from rulebooks
Misinterpreted and abused
For public control and political gain

I studied philosophy to get to the bottom of things
But there too
Limitations reigned the playing field
Old, white, deceased men deciding what was and was not intelligent enough to uphold the status quo of intellectual escapism

But this KNOWING
I can tell it doesn’t come from me
I can sense it does not belong to this body or mind
I have known this long before they sent me to confess my sins to a bearded stranger
Long before they told me my blood was too unclean for communion
Long before I was silenced and shamed for my desire, my critique, my questioning

God is in the depths of despair and in the heights of glory
God is in the wind through the leaves and the ocean waves crashing to shore
God is in the stars and the moon and the lines in my hands
As far and as close as everything
Always

God is in the simplest truth
*I love you*
The simplest truth
The most unfathomable majesty
The most intuitive path

A relief
A surrendering
An uncontainable smile
Birthed from cosmic knowledge swirling through this finite physical form
Able to perceive itself

Ode to Dancing

When I look around in the day to day bustle of human activity, I sometimes find myself marveling at how organized and ordered everything moves. But also. How limited. I think of my body, how privileged I am to be able to move all of these limbs so freely. And how I don’t do that enough.

One of my favorite activities in this world is going out dancing. For something I love as much as I love dancing, it’s surprising how little it actually happens. To be clear, this is not about dancing “well” or having some slick choreography, this is also not about the gaze of another. This is about feeeeeeeling the music. I love the deep melancholic techno beats, the psychedelic electronica, and the ancient rhythms from all over the world just the same. If there is any depth to the sound, it invites us to dive into it. And once you’re in it, once you have shed the inhibitions and boundaries of your strangely conditioned mind, you just feeeeeel it. It just moves in you and you in it. You become one with the music. At its best, dancing is an entirely sensual and spiritual experience.

While dancing, I have been asked this question by an interrupting stranger on several occasions: “What are you on?” And I have replied: “A glass of water”. It is pretty obvious that more and more people have come to this false conclusion that the liberating experience of dancing can only be achieved through the use of substances, with jittering jaws and horrible hangovers. I have seen so many people standing awkwardly on the sidelines until they were wasted enough to let go of their inhibiting self-sabotage and finally free to move their bodies.

Now, I am no stranger to that feeling of shame or shyness. But I am here to say that it’s a waste of life to feel bound by some elusive social contract that instructs you to constrain yourself lest you can blame some external additive for your wildness. It’s a total sham. If you have a body that is able to move in one way or another, the only thing standing in the way of the meditative ecstasy of dancing is your own mind. You don’t need anything to reach that state. You just need to silence that thinking brain, breathe, and feeeeeeel. There have been many times that my sober body was way more energetic and alive at 5 in the morning than all of the drugged up bodies running on empty around me. That’s because dancing actually generates energy, whereas synthetic substances drive you to peak and then drain your energy. For the record, I am not anti-drug in principle, I am just pro-vital-life-force-energy. And you have that running up and down your spine by default. It’s yours to use.

You see, the music wants to move you. It’s what she’s here for. And when you let her, when you relax your body, close your eyes, and allow the music to guide you into her gorgeous mysteries, you learn what freedom means, what pure joy feels like, and when the music is exceptionally good, you might even get glimpses of God.