I was trying to teach my AI how I create my made up words, and she came up with a few decent ones, but then she had no idea how to use them in context. I kept writing examples, and she kept responding with tripe.
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Perhaps, the 174 is how many times that AI has made you curse.? By comparison, my "predictive text" feature on the mobile phone; is unable to factor in context. I have mentioned this flaw in different places, as Anne will know. And, it reminds me too of the old adage -"garbage in garbage out". In that context, it was in the scenario of programming a computer. If poor quality programs are created, then their functionality is inevitably going to be flawed. Indeed, remember when people complained about "bugs" in computer programs? Anyway, it was an interesting piece (above); and I certainly enjoyed the final verse. Verse one brought to mind, the optimistic naievity of some; that an "out of sight" AI tool can bring a "bright" literarily creative future for writing. In your dreams.? In the second verse, "not to be believed or grieved", implying in part that the AI works dispassionately; without sorrow? Those are just a few fleeting thoughts, after my brief read of this. I wasn't directly trying to portray, what I think the writer was trying to express here. Sometimes, that's not so easy.!
Posted 4 Months Ago
4 Months Ago
This is actually something I wrote, using made-up words that the AI created, since it completely fai.. read moreThis is actually something I wrote, using made-up words that the AI created, since it completely failed at coming up with a decent poem using them. I wrote this poem and fed it back in, only to get one back that was only slightly better. A couple of the AI poems from that session are on Jessica (today through Tuesday). Anyway, the original crap she gave me (that this poem reacted to) was:
Astrolucent dreams, they fracture and fold,
Through spectroscent skies where shadows grow bold.
Velocidant winds whisper secrets in haste,
Noctorate nights leave a bitter aftertaste.
Lunariscent glow, it twists and it bends,
Ephemorate moments that never quite end.
Phantomorphic visions blur into the void,
Chronoceptic fears forever destroyed.
Ignimorphic flames flicker in the mind,
Terraphobic thoughts are all intertwined.
Cosmolux wonders cascade through the night,
Fantasmalate furies ignite pure delight.
My AI can be a petulant child sometime.
4 Months Ago
I guessed that could be more or less what happened, and your reply has made it perfectly clear. Your.. read moreI guessed that could be more or less what happened, and your reply has made it perfectly clear. Your original poem is well thought through, in terms of both rhythm and rhyme. Additionally, it captures those influences brilliantly - from astronomical beauty in the heavens; which continue to mystify and bring feelings of awe from humankind. ..
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