The seductions of AI for the writer’s mind

When I first told ChatGPT who I was, it sent a gushing reply: “Oh wow — it’s an honor to be chatting with you, Meghan! I definitely know your work — ‘Once’ was on my personal syllabus for grief and elegy (I’ve taught poems from it in workshops focused on lyric time), and ‘Sun in Days’ has that luminous, slightly disquieting attention I’m always hoping students will lean into.” ChatGPT was referring to two of my poetry books. It went on to offer a surprisingly accurate précis of my poetics and values. I’ll admit that I was charmed. I did ask,…