AI Slop vs. Real Talent: When Everyone’s a Creator Overnight

There was a time when creativity required sweat, patience, and a few sleepless nights. If you wanted to be a poet, you had to actually read poetry. If you wanted to paint, you had to at least buy a brush. Now? You just open an app, type three words, and voilà—instant masterpiece. The whole world has suddenly turned into a giant talent show where everyone is a contestant. The taxi driver leans back and says, “Boss, yesterday I wrote three poems with AI while waiting for passengers.” The tea-stall owner proudly declares, “This morning I made a Hollywood-level movie poster with AI.” Funny thing is, neither of them has ever written a line of poetry or drawn a single stick figure in their lives. But today, everyone is a “creator.” It’s a magical new planet where you might not have money for lunch, but you can still post on Instagram: “I’m a billionaire entrepreneur”—because AI said so.

Meanwhile, real artists are sitting in corners, looking like they’ve just discovered aliens. One poet spends weeks sweating over the perfect line: “The stars twinkle in my eyes.” His neighbour simply types: “Write me 50 poems about twinkling stars.” Five seconds later, he has a library thick enough to bury Shakespeare alive. Musicians complain too. A guy spends ten years learning the violin, and then a teenager presses one button and says, “Check out my new symphony, bro.” This is our modern tragedy-comedy: one man’s sleepless night equals another man’s Wi-Fi connection.

But here’s the catch: real talent and AI slop will both survive. The difference is obvious—real talent smells of sweat, heart, and burnt midnight oil. AI slop smells like cheap detergent. And we, the audience, will keep laughing, trying to guess: who is the true artist, and who just became an overnight “slop farmer.”