O/ Buried in Algorithms

Thursday, August 06, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

For the past week or so these morning pages focused on the major concerns with AI from the point of view of a poet.

Specifically a poet whose work, regardless how pertinent, prolific, and well-placed, is systematically buried, misunderstood, or shadow-banned by the algorithms currently in place.

I know how to play the algorithms, but that's not the point.

Having to adjust one's words to best serve a machine in order to have them read or even seen is anti-humane and certainly anti-American.

Somewhere over the last decade or so Freedom of The Press became Freedom of The Machines.

The result is America's current Media nightmare circus.

An algorithm as a gatekeeper removes empathy from the door charge.

So long as an article is dressed well and meets the requirements of a moment ago it gets in.

Nothing gets better, America, because with algorithms only at the gate better does not compute.

Hope is a human attribute indeterminable by machines.

Hell isn't other people; it's a world full of hopeless stories.

The problem with American News is it's not new anymore.

Where's hope?

O/ Buried in algorithms.

Yes, it's a personal issue for me.

But that's the point and why I've let the injustice go on for years. A couple of poems shadow-banned or buried by Artificial Classification systems makes a weak case.

Over two years of pertinent writing full of hope systematically ignored by machines where humans belong: Does.

At present, I've developed a system using AI to train itself to get my words seen.

Computer code is dull sequence poetry.

A task I could've done years ago, but for personal and patriotic reasons I let the evidence build.

There's so many other dreams I'd rather write and share with you. But with machines in the way of sharing anything new, what would be the point?

I don't believe it's the intent of the software industry to dumb-down the world, but at present, that's the case.

Intelligence isn't information; it's what creates information.

Creator's voices are being urged to fit a digitalized mold if they want to be seen. That mold limits creativity.

New ideas and ways are how we grow and heal. Other than a public spectacle in the living world, there's little to no opportunity to share anything new.

Good news and new information shouldn't require a megaphone, neon lights, fireworks, and a properly metadata'd webpage to be seen.

But here we are.

I'll see you when you can read me.

Thanks for reading.