We’re proud to announce that Scott has won first prize in the Write 10 contest. If you’re not familiar, this is a ten-word short poem contest run by the zine Briefly Write. Scott won with his single-line poem Thundersnow at Midnight. We invite readers to visit the contest site to read Thundersnow at Midnight, before returning here to enjoy the actual AI interpretation of his poem.
We thank Briefly Write for the recognition and congratulate all the runners-up for their fantastic poems as well.
Below you will find the output produced by feeding poetry into an artificial intelligence.
We would like you to read more than just ten words of Scott Dalgarno’s poetry. Consider getting a copy of his poetry anthology Third-Class Relics from MoonPath Press. The anthology contains fifty poems, each uniformly longer than ten words.
Third-Class Relics is now out on Moon Path Press. Buy your own copy at any of these online retailers:
Scott Dalgarno reads selections from Third-Class Relics on the MoonPath Press YouTube channel:
What people are saying about Third-Class Relics:
The pleasures provided by Scott Dalgarno’s Third-Class Relics are abundant. In evidence are a discerning mind, a musical ear, a witty intellect, and a bruised but open heart. With precise diction, compelling narratives, and smoot, inviting language, Dalgarno examines a wide array of subjects. Here is a poet at ease with unease. In one poem, he defines limbo as a place where “Kettle never boils; dog circles / and circles but never lies down.” In another, he addresses an “unrealized” zygote this way: “Your not being here / is everywhere.” For me, a good poem both enterains and disturbs, the latter by shaking us from a complacency. Scott Dalgarno’s book is filled with such poems. Third-Class Relics is a first-class triumph.
– Andrea Hollander, author of And Now, Nowhere But Here
“There go the swallows / taking it out on the morning,” writes Dalgarno, whose collection is a stirring portrayal of a life pulled into focus. The poems in Third-Clss Relics ask us to reckon with the lyric tension of our lives in the metaphoric borderland of so many kinds of rapture. It arrives with a fresh and clear voice that invites its reader to remember they are always already a viewer, a visitor, and a voyeur, too.
-Meg Day, author of Last Psalm at Sea Level
