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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?
Kardashian trumps a trending meme like "covfefe" with one weird trick. Sad!
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
...
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"
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."
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)
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There once was a yellow fence
that had no intelligence
This is its post.
Happy New Year I wish y'all
Keep it real, not artificial.
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
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.
In hot grits
SystemD is
Really Shit
Burma-Shave
Should I shed this mortal coil
and lance these painful boils
vote!
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.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
kill all humans.
Table-ized A.I.
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
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.
01001001 00100000 01100011 01100001 01110010 01110010 01111001 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 01110010 00100000 01101000 01100101 01100001 01110010 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01110100 01101000 00100000 01101101 01100101 00001010 01001001 00100000 01100110 01100101 01100001 01110010 00100000 01101110 01101111 00100000 01100110 01100001 01110100 01100101 00001010 01001001 00100000 01110111 01100001 01101110 01110100 00100000 01101110 01101111 00100000 01110111 01101111 01110010 01101100 01100100
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.
Since poems don't have to make sense you can never tell if a poem was written by an AI.
If builders built buildings the way programmers wrote programs, then the first woodpecker would destroy civilization.
You're more right than most of the slashdotters here realize. Way back in college, we studied a few poems that nobody in class could understand. If the professor hadn't told us what they meant, we never would have known. I suspect the professor knew only because his professor had told him a couple of decades earlier. I doubt even the author knew what he had written.
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
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!
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)
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.
I read it as "What would AI-written porn look like"?
Probably a lot better than the real thing.
If it weren't for deadlines, nothing would be late.
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.
Challenge accepted.
There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose thread had a callback that stuck it
An async he coded
And stream-buffer loaded
And sent it all to the bit bucket
If it weren't for deadlines, nothing would be late.
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