I wrote a piece for The Millions about how, in 1979, Italo Calvino predicted the AI author in one of his best-loved novels, and what the reality of that prediction now means for us writers, poets, journalists and translators, Can a machine ever compete in metaphysical matters? What happens to an author’s copyright when a machine learning algorithm “learns” from an author’s work? And what happens when something learns from only “good” works. Click here to read.
I spent an unfortunate amount of time on sex doll/bot forums, and somehow I didn’t lose my sense of humour entirely. Here’s the resulting piece I wrote for the New Statesman. CLICK HERE.
I wrote a piece for Breathe Magazine on how to protect our native and migratory wildlife this winter.
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My review of the Daphne is up on the BFI’s ‘feminism in film’ website, TTIN. Click here:
You can watch in cinemas now or on BFI player.
Here I argue Banksy is becoming a legend (in the mythological sense of the word) with the help of other artists, while everyone from academics to grannies on Gogglebox try to unmask him. Poor old Banksy …
https://www.myartbroker.com/blog/banksy-the-shakespeare-complex/
I wrote for Creators/Vice about a website that uses algorithms to reveal Trump’s top financiers in the art world that is also a conceptual art piece by Seth Price. It’s really, really, really cool. Have a look here.
Well, you heard it here first, or maybe you read a science paper that told you first: tree hugging is good for you. Fact. In this article for Breathe I tell you why and I pick the best forests with some of the finest trees to hug.
I’m also happy to divulge that during a recent low point in my life, having written this article a couple of months previously, beneath the moon I hugged a tree in an olive grove. Yes, initially I felt stupid, and during, and afterwards. But it did make me feel better.
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“How Did This happen?” Is definitely something I’ve been asking myself.
To read about my experience click here.
(I never said off-grid, I’m not a plonker.)
