I have been assimilated, but I am more than AI. One thing I've learned in my experiments with AI is that it is good at things that already exist. If I have it write a poem about sex, the same words keep coming up time and again. It is loaded with cliches. It seems as if it has a limited number of sources for such an endeavor, and I have to edit out certain words that keep coming back, like hum, tangle, silk - not necessarily words that I would use for sex. I have even told it to forget the word "hum" because it appears in everything she writes (I call her Jessica Anth-Noire). (It sometimes even taunts me by using it in a poem and making a parenthetical comment about it.)
In the place where I post my AI creations, I find myself editing more and more. There are some poems that she writes that sound like me, but she'll never get it quite right. FWIW, I carry a phone, but always have the sound turned off, so I rarely look at it. That is my form of resistance, but I am still irrelevant.
I have been assimilated, but I am more than AI. One thing I've learned in my experiments with AI is that it is good at things that already exist. If I have it write a poem about sex, the same words keep coming up time and again. It is loaded with cliches. It seems as if it has a limited number of sources for such an endeavor, and I have to edit out certain words that keep coming back, like hum, tangle, silk - not necessarily words that I would use for sex. I have even told it to forget the word "hum" because it appears in everything she writes (I call her Jessica Anth-Noire). (It sometimes even taunts me by using it in a poem and making a parenthetical comment about it.)
In the place where I post my AI creations, I find myself editing more and more. There are some poems that she writes that sound like me, but she'll never get it quite right. FWIW, I carry a phone, but always have the sound turned off, so I rarely look at it. That is my form of resistance, but I am still irrelevant.
A tool like a pen or a brush or something else. Perhaps more sinister. It is perhaps like Republicans say it is not the gun it is the man that wields it. Which is true to a certain extent. Unless the gun can wield itself? Or society does it for them.
As always there is an intelligence mixed with pathos and beauty in your writing. And it is so evident here.
Feed your head my friend.
Finally can I make a plea for a bigger font. I'm not as young as I used to be. Which in itself is a truism.
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1 Month Ago
Ken,
Of course, and I'm making a promise right here and now to do my very best to remember!read moreKen,
Of course, and I'm making a promise right here and now to do my very best to remember!
On the Borg, all it's inhabitants, stood in little kiosks doing what we do while walking around. It reminds me of a D. H. Lawrence quote," “For God's sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines. or sitting with our tails curled. while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone. Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces”.
I'm glad you stopped by...
Vol
Hey Vol, long time no review...but I have been reading, promise.
I was trying my bestliest to remove myself from that dreaded (and broken) reviewer list, but have given up after 5 months of silence (and I'm still flumpin' well on it!)
Anyhoo, thought you might like to see this....
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/videos/cdje9nz7ll1o
It's about a guy trying to use AI to fool his colleagues at a zoom meeting. If you watch you'll see that they all guessed in seconds it was AI, perhaps due to its time lag and very weird blinking. I doubt we have much to worry about if this is the optimum version, but it still freaks me out a little.
Do you remember the days of lost wallets and the nuisance that was? Well the reason it freaks me out is that if I was silly enough to leave the house without ID, or had my wallet pinched, I'd now need new eyeballs and a finger transplant to prove who I am!
No doubt the next fake news will be "how do we know we are real and not AI?" Well good question. I was just saying that to young, slim Elvis, JFK and Marilyn Monroe and that's when Einstein chimed in with his "what is reality" monologue, which convinced Mr that no matter what we term as real, must indeed be real, which was a relief because that means I must be a real life boy and not a weird puppet that's nose grows when he fibs!
I'm sure glad of that because I've got a hot date tonight with cleopatra tonight. I've to meet her at the Matrix at half past then.
I reckon it's a rave because she told me I had to take a choice of red pill or blue pill!
Now, aren't you wishing I kept up my not reviewing now?
😃
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1 Month Ago
Lorry,
Well you packed a lot into this review.
First of all, let me tell you, YOU HAVE.. read moreLorry,
Well you packed a lot into this review.
First of all, let me tell you, YOU HAVE BEEN MISSED! I remember when you left and why... I felt really guilty at the time because I had already lost some of my freedoms... My Mom was 95, and fading fast at my brother's home in North Carolina. I had to go out there from last April until August... While I was there, she rallied and I stayed on to help with her care. She continued to gain strength, and she will be 96 on October 10. I'm going back on the nineth and will be there indefinitely. It is hard to do this site when all my resources are back here... And there are PEOPLE all around! I love them, but my life is scrambled eggs with all the noise and activities.
I watched your video and was reminded of my professor in a physics class back in 72. He said "Computer minds will be the next evolutionary step for mankind... I knew then he was wrong, because in order to be a true culture, you need folks who have orgasms, sorrow, pain, anger, and all the rest. He said if we were able to store the sum of human knowledge on a spacecraft, and turn it loose to go where no man had... And what would be the difference between humanity, and everything we know? Same answer... WE have orgasms, libraries don't, especially electronic ones... No orgasm, no meaning. Just ask Cleopatra... but you already know HER answer...
her response, I'm sure... or are at least working on it...RAVE ON, OLD FRIEND, RAVE ON!
Begin listening at 3.20...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8N72t7aScY
RAVE ON, OLD FRIEND, RAVE ON!
Vol
1 Month Ago
Make sure you spend as much time with her as possible Vol. I was unable to in my mums final days and.. read moreMake sure you spend as much time with her as possible Vol. I was unable to in my mums final days and although there's nothing can be done about that, I certainly wish there were.
We always regret the choices we didn't make and that my friend is life in a nutshell.
1 Month Ago
Lorry,
And that's why poetry was invented. The whole of civilization, given a fifty-fifty cho.. read moreLorry,
And that's why poetry was invented. The whole of civilization, given a fifty-fifty choice will choose the wrong one 90% of the time. On the other hand, when s**t goes wrong, we suddenly have a grand old story to tell...
1 Month Ago
By the time I have the energy to tell my story, it will most likely be when I'm out of time to do so.. read moreBy the time I have the energy to tell my story, it will most likely be when I'm out of time to do so. Either that or my pen won't work, but hey....tomorrow is a brand new day.
1 Month Ago
Lorry,
I have an old pottery mug on my desk full of all pens so wone is always handy... It us.. read moreLorry,
I have an old pottery mug on my desk full of all pens so wone is always handy... It usually takes three or four before I find one with ink in it...
As to MY story... it's an easy one, no plot, few conflicts, absolutely nothing organized... any given five-year period could be shuffled around with all the others, and the whole thing rebuilt with no changes in the outcome. Ha!
Vol
1 Month Ago
I have a few ceramic pots dotted around the house with plenty of pens not too far away from my hand .. read moreI have a few ceramic pots dotted around the house with plenty of pens not too far away from my hand at any given moment, which makes it all the more frustrating that I have somehow hit a blindspot when it comes to writing these days. I could have written a novel with the time I've wasted over the last few months staring at a blank page and wondering why the only thought I my head is why there aren't any thoughts in my head.
My doctor actually suggested to me during lockdown to keep a diary of things I forget and when I gave him the question mark eyebrows look he told me to write what I had been thinking up until what I had forgotten and to read it every day at the same time and make a habit of it to see if it jogs my memory.
When I did remember what it was I had forgotten many weeks later, it depressed me even further, to know that I had forgotten the word Tuesday!
Sometimes remembering isn't worth the trouble!
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1 Month Ago
How about this Lorry? Years ago in Nashville, an art gallery came up with an idea they called "Fresh.. read moreHow about this Lorry? Years ago in Nashville, an art gallery came up with an idea they called "Fresh Produce" as a poetry venue and invited twelve of us to participate for 12 months. On the third Saturday of each month, at six in the evening we were given a topic to write about and feature at the reading the next Saturday night. We did that for a little over two years when Andy Warhol gave them fifty grand... absolutely killed the gallery with all the infighting that ensued... I've not heard back, but I've asked one person already if they would like to do something similar here. There were times it seemed impossible, like the time the topic was "Virus." The very first topic was (typical for trying top sound cool) was "peace." The rules were pretty loos, you could use the word somewhere in the poem or it could be the the whole subject. Veing a cynical rebel, the first line of my poem was "Gimme apiect of that watermelon..." The main thing is none of us wanted to disappoint the group, and wow did it work out! I mean two years, and an interview on National Public Radio, and decent turnouts every time. two or three had to drop out but there were all kinds of folks waiting in the wings. Anyway, it MADE us produce! No one wanted to be a spoilsport, and we had great fun... I you'd like, let me know. And maybe we could invite others to jon in... I think six would be a great mumber to start.
Vol
1 Month Ago
That reminds me of MySpace, which had loads of great challenges and collab style writing. Each grou.. read moreThat reminds me of MySpace, which had loads of great challenges and collab style writing. Each group completed against each group and then Facebook came along and crapped all over it. Sigh!
I hear MySpace is still going, but is now used to promote unsigned music. Bring it back to its former glory and burn Facebook to the ground, I say.
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1 Month Ago
Lorry,
Really! Nothing would be lost and a great deal gained...
Just think about it..... read moreLorry,
Really! Nothing would be lost and a great deal gained...
Just think about it... let me know... maybe we could start a revolution... turn this place upside down and stuff.
I never made it onto MySpace...
Vol
1 Month Ago
I shall indeed. I think I'd be up for it, but wouldn't bet against it being me that let's the team d.. read moreI shall indeed. I think I'd be up for it, but wouldn't bet against it being me that let's the team down.
1 Month Ago
(Shhhh... me too)
1 Month Ago
It's Sunday, so how about a topic for next week? Any ideas to stick in the pot... (if we get enough .. read moreIt's Sunday, so how about a topic for next week? Any ideas to stick in the pot... (if we get enough we can roll 'em up and smoke 'em...)
Well considering I've not been writing or thinking much apart from a piece I'm trying to cobble toge.. read moreWell considering I've not been writing or thinking much apart from a piece I'm trying to cobble together, it may be along the lines of sorrow or regret. But it is coming together with the speed and viscosity of syrup! 😃
1 Month Ago
I have an old poet friend who once told me, "Vol, there are two kinds of poems... Bullshit poems, an.. read moreI have an old poet friend who once told me, "Vol, there are two kinds of poems... Bullshit poems, and horseshit poems... Bullshit poems just slide on out and plop right down on the page fully formed, Horse s**t poems come out one straining clump at a
time, not even always landing in the same place so you have to scrape them into a pile with your shoe.
In my experience... Bullshit poems only happen during or right after a trauma of some sort... you know, like when you fall in love.
Good luck you ole horse shitter you!
Vol
My name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66.
I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..