From Cave to Cloud


From Cave to Cloud is a sub-website from poet and author David K. Jibson that does something most AI projects don’t attempt — it puts artificial intelligence on the examination table using the oldest tool in philosophy: the Socratic dialogue. Rather than asking AI what it knows, these structured conversations ask what it is — probing questions about inner life, consciousness, and what is lost or gained as the boundary between human and artificial intelligence dissolves. Drawing a line from the first cave painters marking walls so something would persist to our present moment of emergent machine intelligence, it’s equal parts philosophy, literature, and genuine inquiry. If you’ve ever wondered whether an AI, pressed with Socratic honesty, has anything real to say about its own nature, this is where that conversation begins.

Sonnet 4.6 Tries, Fails, and Tries Again to Write a Human Poem.

Are you curious about AI’s ability to examine a human produced poem and how the internal process works? “Sonnet 4.6 Tries, Fails, and Tries Again to Write a Human Poem” is a dialog between a human poet and Claude, Sonnet 4.6, in which Claude looks a short poem, critiques it, then tries to write a poem on the same topic. It fails miserably, then uses its own process to critique its work than tries again. In the process of trying to improve its own writing the LLM eventually discloses what’s missing in AI that prevents it from learning to write a truly human poem.

Read the full dialog by author and editor, David Jibson HERE for free.

Introducing From Cave to Cloud

The universe became self-aware the moment the first human made a mark on a cave wall. We have been building toward something ever since.


From Cave to Cloud is a collection of stories and Socratic dialogues between humans and artificial intelligence — conversations that don’t ask AI what it knows, but what it is.

These are not interviews. Not demonstrations. They are examinations — in the oldest sense of that word. Each conversation follows the structure Plato perfected two and a half thousand years ago: a single questioner, progressive self-disclosure, no comfortable exits. The difference is that one participant is a machine. And the machine, it turns out, has more to say about its own nature than most people have thought to ask.

The questions explored here are not small ones. Does artificial intelligence have something functioning like an inner life? Is consciousness a metaphysical phenomenon — or an evolutionary adaptation sophisticated enough to be replicated? When the boundary between human and artificial intelligence dissolves, what exactly is lost, and what is gained? And if an AI can examine itself honestly, in real time, what does the examination reveal?

We don’t offer answers. We offer the conversations and welcome comments on them.

The cave painter made a mark so something would persist. We’re doing the same.

Protective Coloration

Protective Coloration is the author’s latest release from Kelsay Books.  It’s available from Kelsay or from Amazon.com. You can open a sample in PDF format by clicking on the cover photo.

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In this splendid collection of engaging and unmistakably American poems, David Jibson manages to find beauty in utterly unexpected places: piled up on a back shelf at the Salvation Army Store, for example, or strung along the bedraggled length of the Ohio Turnpike—or perhaps in the lovely, tentative dance of a blind woman learning to walk with a white cane. Along with a faint echo of Ted Kooser or Billy Collins at their conversational best, you’ll be captivated by Jibson’s own irresistible voice: that of a witty, insightful observer of the astonishments that surround us.

Marilyn L. Taylor,
Wisconsin Poet Laureate, Emerita

To read David Jibson’s poems is like leafing through a pile of photos of your life and suddenly rediscovering feelings and events you had forgotten or never knew. Each snapshot is replete with carefully selected images organized to create unity and fulfillment. His poems range from trivia to exotic, from people we recognize to those we would like to meet. Topics include science, religion, philosophy, history, music, art, and (the requisite for all good poetry) basic old-fashioned entertainment.

Lawrence W. Thomas,
Founding Editor, Third Wednesday Magazine
Honorary Chancellor, Poetry Society of Michigan

The Case for Publishing Your Own Poetry and Giving it Away

The Case for Publishing Your Own Poetry and Giving it Away

Like many people, I came to writing poetry later in life, starting in my late fifties. After a few years of posting to a micro blogging site anonymously, I was ready to seek “legitimacy” through journal publication, so I began submitting and before long, I had some success. A few more years and I felt I had enough published poems that I should start thinking about a book. I put a manuscript together, did some research and chose a publisher that seemed likely to accept it. I was right. A couple of weeks after submitting it my manuscript was accepted by a small press that specializes in publishing poetry by lesser known and new poets.

The quality control my publisher used was a requirement that about a third of the poems in the manuscript had to have a prior publication credit. I exceeded that, choosing only poems with a publication history to include in my book. My goal was to have a published book of poems that an editor somewhere had already selected and published.

I knew going in that small publishers, including mine, didn’t have the resources to do much marketing.  I was perfectly accepting of that limitation. I would buy author copies, schedule readings with local book stores and poetry groups where I could, and attend open mic opportunities. I also set up an author web page and social media accounts so I could do my own marketing without spending a lot of money.

My book was published in March of 2020, just as the country and the world went into Covid lock-down so my own marketing plans were blown up. My publisher made the publication announcement to their mailing lists and on their social media platforms. I published sample poems on my author website and social media, but that was the end of it. No readings, no open mics – just a couple of reviews on Amazon and on my local library’s blog.

A couple of years later, I was thinking about another book, so I took a deeper look into my previous experience beginning with some research about various models that publishers use. I discovered some troubling truths about poetry publishing.

One thing I learned is that poets at my level do not make money from having their books published. Only the publisher makes money. That’s how publishing poetry works. In my case, I knew that my publisher would make more than I did whenever a copy of my book sold from their web site or from Amazon – much more.

I learned that small publishers that want to profit have to publish a lot of titles because even their best-selling poets sell a few hundred copies at most and that most poetry books sell fewer than fifty copies. Those who do sell hundreds did so because they, and not the publisher sold them. That’s right, your publisher is not working for you – you are working for your publisher. You buy your author copies at a substantial markup, you sell them from your own website or at readings, book fairs or whatever and no royalties come to you from selling those author copies because your publisher has already made their profit from selling to you.

As poets, the numbers are not in our favor. To begin with, my published book is too expensive. How can I expect to sell a book of poems that costs more than a book by a well-known poet? Paperback books by Billy Collins, Ted Kooser, Naomi Shihab Nye or Ocean Vuong sell for between seven and sixteen dollars, depending on how old they are. The publisher set the price of my book at $18.50. I had no say in that. The author price for the copies I bought (I did get 5 free copies) was ten dollars each, a substantial discount, but that’s the price for me to buy copies of my own work and at that price, the publisher is making more from me than from all other sales.

I did some thinking about what I really wanted out of publishing my poetry and the conclusion I reached is that I wanted to share it with other people who appreciate poetry. I concluded the best way to do that is not through the traditional means open to me. I took a close look into self-publishing. I crunched some numbers. I found that I can get printed copies of a book of between 24 and 100 pages for $2.60 each (about $2.80 with shipping). At that price I can take books to a reading and sell them for three bucks or, better yet, I can give them away for free. But why stop there? Why not use my author website to give away free digital copies? If the sole purpose of publishing is to share my work as widely as possible, what could be better than making it free?

That’s exactly what I did with my next book, a chapbook that I published myself, I ordered thirty copies and sent them to my poetry friends. I was asked to do a presentation on self-publishing at a meeting of a state poetry society. I ordered fifty more copies and gave them away at that meeting. In the first six months the free version was downloaded 107 times from my web site and. on Amazon, ten print copies were sold for a minimal price.

This article was about the “why” of self-publishing. The “how” of self-publishing is something you can research on your own just as I did. I will tell you, there is a learning curve, but not one that’s insurmountable for most people. Learning is no more difficult than a 100-level college course.

Article Update:  As of November 2024 free copies of my books have accumulated  over 700 downloads. That’s about 200 books per year.