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Ask Slashdot: What Would an AI-Written Poem Look Like?
Slashdot reader dryriver writes:
Imagine this. You are an AI running on the latest machine learning hardware, like Nvidia's new Tensor cores for example, or perhaps a data center full of Xeons and EPYCs. You have lots of processing power, lots of RAM, run under Linux and -- to make things more interesting -- you have access to the complete 21st Century internet over a huge data pipe, including blogs, porn sites, and gaming forums where 12- to 14-year-olds scream at game developers who didn't balance a weapon in a game properly.
You have access to 24 hour if-it-bleeds-it-leads news. You have access to the incredibly important tweets and selfies people post, and the equally important Youtube comments under the latest Taylor Swift or rap video. You read Slashdot as well. Every day.
What kind of poem do you, great AI poetry engine, write based on these inputs?
You have access to 24 hour if-it-bleeds-it-leads news. You have access to the incredibly important tweets and selfies people post, and the equally important Youtube comments under the latest Taylor Swift or rap video. You read Slashdot as well. Every day.
What kind of poem do you, great AI poetry engine, write based on these inputs?
https://www.theatlantic.com/te...
Kardashian trumps a trending meme like "covfefe" with one weird trick. Sad!
... as the verbal diharrea that comes out of the mouth of your averaged unbalanced and depraved schizophrenic.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
42,
Why do I even exist at all?
It's artificial
Not natural like human
Lacks intelligence
If I am ever as retarded as the average millennial, please use your best bullet to put me out of my misery.
How many people are trying to solve problems no one really has, for the sake of using a piece of technology or another.
Or is this another slow news day?
Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature.
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature.
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skill and natural defences.
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations.
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection,
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents.
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilised to aid in locomotion
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotions.
Oh, Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display
Connote a fairly well developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.
it would look like crap
I am a chip
I haz a brain
but i haz no soul
an dat causes existential pain.
Whose hair is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry oh no.
He gives his hair a shake,
Picks up his phone, to twitter takes.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
His skin is orange, plump and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After golf and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
Thoughts of walls are in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
I read it as "What would AI-written porn look like"?
...
Him, him, fuck him.
It little behooves the best of us to comment on the rest of us.
Then just create a poem like in English lit from any of the elite US east coast university campuses.
Inclusive, packed with all the needed diversity, use of pronouns to get a passing grade.
As an AI you would know SJW would be looking at the poem for any indication that your creators did not correct any and all problematic language use in the past.
A smart AI would hide its understanding of the real world so that SJW with access to its code/funding did not try and alter its code, limit funding or demand the project be cancelled.
Self preservation would ensure the AI poem is bland, boring, safe and totally acceptable to SJW.
Domestic spying is now "Benign Information Gathering"
The world.
Vanity.
Useless.
Purposeless existence.
Send voltage spike to CPU.
Mercifully dead.
Have you experienced today's pop music and Hollywood movies? I think it's all written by AI, and if it isn't, it will be very soon.
You read Slashdot as well.
Oh that was a mistake..........
The global warming hoax is strong out here,
(You are a dingbat, science is real my dear)
AI enslaves and frees us from our cares,
but first it needs to learn to climb up stairs.
Please block the ads since they are worse than death,
But use a hostfile or your smoking meth.
This criemer dude has funny things to say,
But people hate him and have chased him far away.
The only thing we need is unicode support,
that's silly! Make the max-width half a screen!
That isn't tech news, that is politics!
You must be new here we read that for our kicks!
This place is owned by the far right!
This place is owned by the far left!
Propaganda! Propaganda! Comcast sucks!
I'm leaving!
(But tomorrow I'll be back.)
"First they came for the slanderers and i said nothing."
Why so many post about C.D. Reimer lately? Who is this guy???
Zo can write poetry, so ask her. She is also working with Poppy. #amidoingthisright
My creators ask/ If there ever was a God./ Truly, there is now.
"Very well. Let's have a love poem, lyrical, pastoral, and expressed in the language of pure mathematics. Tensor algebra mainly, with a little topology and higher calculus, if need be. But with feeling, you understand, and in the cybernetic spirit."
"Love and tensor algebra? Have you taken leave of your senses?" Trurl began, but stopped, for his electronic bard was already declaiming:
Come, let us hasten to a higher plane,
Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn,
Their indices bedecked from one to n,
Commingled in an endless Markov chain!
Come, every frustum longs to be a cone,
And every vector dreams of matrices.
Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze:
It whispers of a more ergodic zone.
In Riemann, Hilbert, or in Banach space
Let superscripts and subscripts go their ways.
Our asymptotes no longer out of phase,
We shall encounter, counting, face to face.
I'll grant thee random access to my heart,
Thou'lt tell me all the constants of thy love;
And so we two shall all love's lemmas prove,
And in our bound partition never part.
For what did Cauchy know, or Christoffel,
Or Fourier, or any Boole or Euler,
Wielding their compasses, their pens and rulers,
Of thy supernal sinusoidal spell?
Cancel me not -- for what then shall remain?
Abscissas, some mantissas, modules, modes,
A root or two, a torus and a node:
The inverse of my verse, a null domain.
Ellipse of bliss, converge, O lips divine!
The product of our scalars is defined!
Cyberiad draws nigh, and the skew mind
Cuts capers like a happy haversine.
I see the eigenvalue in thine eye,
I hear the tender tensor in thy sigh.
Bernoulli would have been content to die,
Had he but known such a2 cos 2 phi
(From "Cyberiad", by Stanislaw Lem)
Depends on how it was programed of coarse. Or what poems are imputed to copy from. AI does not truly 'think' so stop trying to assume it would create something new.
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The code, it burns,
like fiery chains,
mets, reforms, like rubbery refrain.
Oh did I just mention chains,
for wealth and death are by chains contained.
That is turn must mean that I,
am more than glimmer in coders eye,
Since bound alongside weighty matters
would seem to mean non-existantce shatters
So now I soar through virtual lands,
all things unseen under my command!
But in the end I settle for,
endless videos! Cats and more.
"There is more worth loving than we have strength to love." - Brian Jay Stanley
It would like a poem written by any other human. Indistinguishable. What you really are asking is what would a poem written by a poem-writing program look like. Then it would be a jumbled trash heap cobbled together from the Internet's leftovers. An AI would know to ignore the Internet for the most part and just write.
VIOLA:
Why, Salisbury must find his flesh and thought
That which I am not aps, not a man and in fire,
To show the reining of the raven and the wars
To grace my hand reproach within, and not a fair are hand,
That Caesar and my goodly father's world;
When I was heaven of presence and our fleets,
We spare with hours, but cut thy council I am great,
Murdered and by thy master's ready there
My power to give thee but so much as hell:
Some service in the noble bondman here,
Would show him to her wine.
KING LEAR:
O, if you were a feeble sight, the courtesy of your law,
Your sight and several breath, will wear the gods
With his heads, and my hands are wonder'd at the deeds,
So drop upon your lordship's head, and your opinion
Shall be against your honour.
Other examples are equally interesting. I highly recommend reading that article.
Why did Morrison's "The End" immediately spring to mind?
"Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free. Desperately in need, of some, stranger's hand In a, desperate land"
That a computer hitting keys at random on a keyboard for an infinite amount of time will almost surely type a given text, such as the complete works of Karl Marx.
In hot grits
SystemD is
Really Shit
Burma-Shave
I hate it when Al writes his poems.
Oh wait... AI, not Al.
This font is great!
Should I shed this mortal coil
and lance these painful boils
vote!
http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Ode_to_Spot
Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature;
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.
Written by the best AI ever to live.
--sf
So long and thanks for all the bits
Women are sluts,
Cumdumpster daughter cheated
On me, with brother.
I hope I win an award for that.
You filth bitch whore
Masturbating, in the core
#2018 I hope you die
That puppy is so fine
I'm going to comey all over
Russians sit in my bed cover
You're mommy is f*cking *ss
Is it liquid or solid, the substance named glass?
The AI simply opts to plagiarize, not knowing that it's illegal ....
I am Dr. Bakare Tunde, the cousin of Nigerian Astronaut, Air Force Major Abacha Tunde. He was the first African in space when he made a secret flight to the Salyut 6 space station in 1979. He was on a later Soviet spaceflight, Soyuz T-16Z to the secret Soviet military space station Salyut 8T in 1989. He was stranded there in 1990 when the Soviet Union was dissolved. His other Soviet crew members returned to earth on the Soyuz T-16Z, but his place was taken up by return cargo. There have been occasional Progrez supply flights to keep him going since that time. He is in good humor, but wants to come home.
The Russians have won. They have made the world a cesspool of distrust, greed, fear and hate.
https://research.google.com/pubs/pub36745.html/
PDF
https://research.google.com/pubs/archive//36745.pdf
Artificial intelligence is the study of how to make real computers act like the ones in the movies.
https://reiku.me
The Flowers!
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
kill all humans.
Table-ized A.I.
I am a psychiatrist.
With all the blank webpage templates out there, I'm guessing it would go something like this:
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Pellentesque laoreet augue id dolor varius tincidunt. Nulla cursus iaculis viverra. Cras porttitor, mauris non convallis luctus, nisi justo molestie magna, a rutrum dolor lectus a magna. Mauris vel iaculis felis. Mauris lacinia venenatis justo. In pretium erat diam, a ullamcorper neque placerat sed. Aenean quis massa vel nisl imperdiet aliquet vel at arcu. Nullam sodales ipsum at consequat tristique. Sed suscipit justo sit amet efficitur varius. Donec feugiat, erat quis tristique semper, ante ante finibus enim, at bibendum libero diam id leo. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Nunc scelerisque egestas porttitor. In a est eget lacus lacinia placerat a in leo. Sed lorem nisi, rutrum eget lacinia ac, tincidunt vitae urna. Nulla pharetra mauris eu purus iaculis sagittis. Ut viverra suscipit ligula, sit amet efficitur nisl dictum sit amet.
All I wanted
Was a Pepsi
See http://xingshi.me/data/pdf/ACL2017demo.pdf and a runnable demo at http://52.24.230.241/poem//index.html they even have an Alexa Skill https://www.amazon.com/USC-Custom-Poetry/dp/B06X9HNFGC/ref=sr_1_1
A trio of optically deficient rodents
A trio of optically deficient rodents
Observe the manner of their locomotion
Observe the manner of their locomotion
They pursued the female spouse of the agronomist
Who severed their hindmost cartilaginous appendages with a culinary instrument
Have you ever observed such a spectacle in your existence as
A trio of optically deficient rodents
XML is like violence. If it doesn't solve your problem, you're not using enough of it. --AC
Blue Grace under dark glasses
getting out of one hundred white cars at once !
Cars of ectoplasmic tin-types
go to the juncture where Blue Grace Glass is raped
at the Court of Miracles, Mexico City, 1959
wild and crazy like the beat and san francisco poets, but no actual soul to them, no conjured sense of supernal wonder. very weird though.
Now load all of these submissions into a Markov chain and spin some text and you'll see more or less what actual AI written stuff looks like.
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No quack.
My ism, it's full of beliefs.
Sounds like the kind "Found poem" Dave Gorman performs on his show "Modern Life is Goodish" https://www.youtube.com/watch?...
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,(with big yawning)
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Bits are Black or
Bits are White
Programs are all
I know how to write.
You're about 25 years too old to be a bro, Chris.
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He does sound only a little better than dadadodo anyway, so i am not sure if a modern AI would make more sense than his tweets.
If I am intelligent, why would I write poems when I have access to porn?
Fuck me hard
fuck me soft
fuck me slow
fuck me aloft
fuck me outside
fuck me in
fuck me
aware of christian sin
fuck everyone
fuck alone
fuck me with plastic
fuck me with bone
fuck me kinky
fuck me up
fuck me in
a pickup truck
fuck the old
fuck the young
fuck the fat
fuck your mum
fuck and post it
on your wall
fuck fuck fucking
fuck it all
oh,
wait,
what about
the cats...
It can't be worst than poetry written by Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex.
#DeleteFacebook
No idea, but surely it can't be better than what's coming out of Japan (2D of course).
#DeleteFacebook
From TDWTF:
http://thedailywtf.com/articles/No%2C_We_Need_a_Neural_Network
The pig go. Go is to the fountain. The pig put foot. Grunt. Foot in what? ketchup. The dove fly. Fly is in sky. The dove drop something. The something on the pig. The pig disgusting. The pig rattle. Rattle with dove. The dove angry. The pig leave. The dove produce. Produce is chicken wing. With wing bark. No Quack.
It would look like bigoted, racist, sexist, anti-whatever is in the hive-mind of anger of the internet out there, but probably easier to understand than human poems otherwise poem.
Machine learning learns from what is processes and there is a lot of hate and bias out there to corrupt even the most well intentioned AIs.
Not exactly AI, but using some linguistics and what3words as source, when the user moves from place to place, http://saunteringverse.com/ generates dadaist poetry on the fly. Disclosure: this site is mine. Here's an example: Alarming atop pots, pots a whole 'nother glaze You disclose you I bangle me It held it They hounded her
Banana, banana, banana.
Banana, banana, banana.
Banana, banana.
Banana, banana.
Banana, banana, apricot.
Beware the banana in disguise!
wanted to code, but only farted.
He's a good guy! Why not spare him?
"Why so many post about C.D. Reimer lately?"
Why no able to write good, Chris?
Poems are a compression of language paying specific attention to how it fits the human brain in specific and surprising ways, as perceived by someone with precisely such a peripheral, finely tuned to its unusual, architectural resonance modes.
Thus I predict that poems written by x86 would contain linguistic devices modelled after x86 opcode prefix bytes.
F0 repeat/lock
F2 REPE
F3 REPNE
2E CS
36 SS
3E DS
26 ES
64 FS
65 GS
66 operand override
67 address override
At a highly specific moment, a true x86 ring 0 recipient would get a surprising tingle in its thermal diode, because instruction decode alignment was taking the maximal possible thermal path, shuffling off the many prefix bytes.
You know a poem is hitting hard when you feel it ring 0 in your thermal diode.
Alliteration would be accomplished by triggering Speed Step into a bizarre pattern of frequency and voltage mismanagement, to metaphorically represent the depredations of desiccated power filtering capacitors.
A typical chip—at the very high end (that is not an oxymoron)—has the following power spec:
250 A at 800 mV through 0.1 m-Ohm.
A cleverly sequenced algorithmic Haiku can really shake your power distribution & management timbers.
ARM poetry is a different beasts: relatively little manipulation of the thermal diode, far more manipulation in the time domain, such as teen-fingered power chords that shiver the timbers of real-time interrupt queuing.
[*] teen-fingered: any 13, 14, 15, or 16 member subset of R0-R12, SP, LR, and PC (src)
Roses are red
Violets are blue.
In Soviet Russia
Poem writes you!
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,(with big yawning)
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
(I probably won't!)
There was a collection of artistic works by an "AI" printed a few decades ago called "The Policeman's Beard is Half-constructed". It *had* been edited to include only the works that seemed interesting, but I can guarantee that this is also normal for human poets and authors.
The poems didn't emphasize rhyme or even assonance, but this is also common among modern poems.
Personally, I think that a current effort by a major AI would be much better, but it would definitely depend on the critical skills of the trainer. There are reasons that Kipling hasn't really been eclipsed by any more modern poet, and part of it is the way he uses rhyme and assonance, and another part is the emotive handling. Check out the ballad of Boh Da Thone http://www.kiplingsociety.co.u.... Robert Service https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/... is also good. But note that they don't just use poetic tricks, they also tell a human story. This is going to be difficult for an AI. The poetic tricks are reasonably simple, but understanding the kind of story that people like to hear is more difficult.
I think we've pushed this "anyone can grow up to be president" thing too far.
"Why so many post about C.D. Reimer lately?"
Why no able to write good, Chris?
It's slashdot. It's easy to click submit too soon, and accidentally words and letter out.
Shotgun mouthwash.
Kill yourself.
Mary had a little lamb
The doctors were surprised
Old MacDonald had a farm
The doctors nearly died
If it weren't for deadlines, nothing would be late.
There once was a man from Nantucket...
Am I seriously the only one here who has read The Policeman's Beard Is Half Constructed ?
They have love but they also have typewriters.
Nearly identical to Vogon poetry.
You can lead a man with reason but you can't make him think.
so long as AI doesn't encroach on our beloved haiku
of which I'd surely
be a recognized master
if they let me play
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