Blogging in the Age of LLMs (fodder for token generators?)

This is not my usual type of blog post. It’s more of a reflection on where this blog and all blogs like mine belong. Especially in the age of instant “content creation” using LLMs. To give you the context, for years I kept writing blog posts here. Initially just simple notes for myself about the solutions for issues I faced while I was trying to build something. These were the kind of issues I couldn’t find any resources about (back then). But then I realised it’s starting to be useful for other people as well, since the issues I faced were pretty common ones. I was probably captured by blogging and SEO rules for some time as well in the early days, but I’d like to think I ditched those rules pretty quickly and kept on writing in my own style and language (simple language). This blog eventually led me to land a couple of book deals, and I became a published author sometime around 2017, 2018. Things were good, but over time life presented some challenges (as it usually does) and my blogging turned into more of an occasional habit.

Which brings me to this post. After I found some time to keep writing consistently again, I realised it’s 2025 and no one really reads blogs anymore (at least most that I know, don’t). Even the ones that do, would love a summary by LLMs. I realised LLMs have almost already replaced us bloggers and anything we write is simply part of some LLM response, mixed and mashed together with whatever else is “in there”. In a somewhat dark turn of events, we have simply turned into fodder for training mindless token generators. But such is the way technology moves. Forward! As long as the clock ticks away in the direction it always has, technology will also keep moving forward. Also, a full disclosure: I am considered an LLM expert these days (I didn’t ask for it). And this is not a post to bash LLMs. LLMs are here to stay and they are quite useful. For many things. Lots of things. Which brings me to the final point below.

I’m starting to see that this whole “AI revolution” will make these posts and blogs like this even more precious. Every letter, word and sentence you read on whatever screen you read it now is typed on a keyboard, by a human (allegedly human 🙃) And that is what I love about what LLMs have exposed to us, in us. Why do we do it? Why do we write? We do we do seemingly many other mundane tasks that can be easily automated by LLMs (some sooner than later, but eventually almost any task). I know have my answer as a blogger, which means I WILL keep writing. But you’ll need to think about your own answer. Why do you do it?

IMPORTANT NOTE: Although I am always grateful for what LLMs help me achieve in other daily tasks, they were NOT used to generate, edit or review this post in any way shape or form.

غافل

دمی سرگرم این، سرگرم آن، غافل منم من
چو این نکته به جان و دل خرم، آسوده ام من
زمین، دریا، هوا، جا و مکان جمله تویی تو
مرا از این همه فانی، یکی باقی، تویی تو
اگر روزم ز سر تا شب به غفلت پا گذارم
فرا آید شبی نو، تا سحر سر بر گریبانت گذارم

Sır

Sır aşikar olmaz meğer
Aşkın şarabından eğer
İçsen görürsün gördüğüm
Görmek bu aşuba değer

Meleğim

Bu iki beyti yine yazmalıyımdır meleğim
Nefesi sözlere aktarmalıyımdır meleğim

Bu işin kürdü de yok, türkü de yok
Arap, acem, hepsi yalandır meleğim

Bu yalanlarla bizi hep ayırırlar
Seni benden, beni senden meleğim

Bizi düşman kılıp asude olurlar
Ama her şey, sonu vardır meleğim

Bu dövüşler, bu savaşlar, bu ölümler
Bir sabah uyandığında bitecektir meleğim

Geriye toz bile kalmaz göreceksin
İzleyen sen olacaksın meleğim

Ne olursak olalım, bu can emanet
Vereni bizleri hep izleyecektir meleğim

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Döndür bizi, dondur bizi ** Oldur bizi, öldür bizi

Âdem miyiz yoksa adem ** Yazdır bizi, aksın kalem

 

 

Ferda

* Ferda gelir, günler geçer, aşk bir bela imiş meğer

* Dersin gidersin, hep sorarsın ortalardaymış meğer

* Durmak gerek gitmek değil, bakmakla olmazmış meğer

* Ferda gider, ferda gelir, aşkın yüzü yokmuş meğer

* Cismin duyar, ruhun gider, aşkın sesi yokmuş meğer

* Aşkın sesi olsa bile, cismen duyulmazmış meğer

* Dersin gidersin, hep sorarsın bi habermişsin meğer

* Sürat gidince, aynada surat görünmezmiş meğer

* Dersin bakarsın aynaya, aşk böyle birşeymiş meğer

Istanbul The Great

Just a couple of days ago, a blast rocked one of the most beautiful and highly visited parts of Istanbul and unfortunately it took about ten people’s lives. I was actually passing through a nearby neighborhood at that exact moment and quite obviously I heard the blast loud and clear. It took just a few minutes for all the news outlets to start covering that horrific incident. While I was reading through the news articles and watching the whole thing unfold in the media, I started thinking about Istanbul, this magnificent jewel of a city and its broken heart.

Continue reading “Istanbul The Great”

باقی

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چاره کار مجانین سفر از غمکده ها نیست دریغا

قرص کامل شده ماه به هر دور و دیاری باقیست

Dediler

Soru sordukça bu iş zorlaşıyor, bakma unut, takma bırak,

dediler. Ben seni buldum diye artık ne gerek var, sus unut,

dediler. Bu tesadüf olamaz, biz bu cisimler değiliz demek isterdim ama, aaahh,

dediler. Başka bir yerde seninle sevişirken, seni gördum, o değildir,

dediler. Kafir oldum, bana mümin dediler.

Kayboldum

Sen ben biz derken beni sıfırla bir arasında kaybettim. Kayboldum. Bulaştın sıfırlarıma birlerime, üzerime yazdın kendini, seni ben yaptın beni sen. Kayboldum. Ben mi senim sen mi bensin derken uyandım birden bire. Birden sıfıra. Kayboldum. Hiç yokmuşum sensiz. O kadar sıfırmışım ki birleşince anladım. Kayboldum. Biz mi seniz sen mi bizsin derken anladım. Sen bizsin biz sensin, ben sıfır sen birsin.