AI-generated video (VEO3), AI-generated text (ChatGPT), 02:03 min, 2025

This isn’t AI doing poetry—it’s AI failing to do poetry beautifully. Which is the most human thing it could do. The artist fed it Bukowski, and the system vomited up something raw, haunted, and awkwardly sublime. It’s karaoke heartbreak from a toaster that thinks it can feel. You’ll laugh. You’ll cringe. You’ll wonder if your own emotions are just well-trained algorithms too. And maybe that’s the point. Maybe that’s the punchline: We’re training these machines to feel when we barely understand our own feelings. This piece doesn’t answer that contradiction. It sits in it. Lights a cigarette. Stares into the mirror. And for a split second—just long enough—you feel it staring back.

THE F*CKING AI POETRY GENERATOR is a malfunctioning prayer. A confession booth with no priest — and that’s where the magic is. Because real poetry doesn’t arrive clean and polished. It shows up drunk, late, and uninvited. And this video knows that, even if the machine doesn’t.

The poem was written with the help of ChatGPT, the video was generated with VEO3. Text-to-Video only, as Google doesn’t allow dialogue with Image-to-Video (yet). Extra sounds were provided by freesound.com and the video was edited (and AI-extended) in Adobe PremierePro.