On a hot August day in 2017 I was walking through Brooklyn in New York, when I came across a man randomly sitting at a desk in the middle of the street. He had a sign on the front of his desk saying “Custom Poems on Demand”. Obviously I couldn’t resist and I walked up to him and asked him for a poem. He asked me what I did and so I told him about Grenson and before I could blink he began furiously typing. He didn’t stop to think at any point, it was pure stream of consciousness.

I guess its what you might call “Intelligence" as opposed to “Artificial Intelligence.”

His name was Lynn Gentry and here is the lovely poem he wrote:

@thelynngentry