So I downloaded, free to use, ChatGPT out of curiosity. It appears you can just about generate anything from poetry to blogs to pictures etc....
So is AI killing off originality, creativeness, artistry or is it freeing people to create what they have dreamed to do but found awkward?
Here is a sample of a poem and image I generated:
Red Thunder: Ode to My HSV Maloo 
In the land where eucalypts sway and roar,
Rests a beast with a lion's core.
Clad in crimson, fierce and low —
My Maloo prowls, ready to go.
She’s no whisper, she’s a war cry,
Growling beneath the southern sky.
A heartbeat forged in Holden's flame,
Every street now knows her name.
Ute by shape, but don’t be fooled,
This isn’t where the tradies ruled.
With V8 veins and torque to burn,
She bites the road at every turn.
From coastal curves to inland dust,
She carves her path with grunt and thrust.
Red like fire, loud and proud,
My Maloo thunders, bold and unbowed.
Not just a car — she’s attitude,
With every rev, she shifts the mood.
A rolling anthem, raw and true,
All hail the red — my HSV Maloo.
Created by WildBrumby using ChatGPT
So is AI killing off originality, creativeness, artistry or is it freeing people to create what they have dreamed to do but found awkward?
Here is a sample of a poem and image I generated:


In the land where eucalypts sway and roar,
Rests a beast with a lion's core.
Clad in crimson, fierce and low —
My Maloo prowls, ready to go.
She’s no whisper, she’s a war cry,
Growling beneath the southern sky.
A heartbeat forged in Holden's flame,
Every street now knows her name.
Ute by shape, but don’t be fooled,
This isn’t where the tradies ruled.
With V8 veins and torque to burn,
She bites the road at every turn.
From coastal curves to inland dust,
She carves her path with grunt and thrust.
Red like fire, loud and proud,
My Maloo thunders, bold and unbowed.
Not just a car — she’s attitude,
With every rev, she shifts the mood.
A rolling anthem, raw and true,
All hail the red — my HSV Maloo.
Created by WildBrumby using ChatGPT