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“It’s just fucking hard sometimes, you know?
You ever feel trapped, like you’re just treading water, waiting to drown?”
Ed Teach
Write, they say…
Desmond Tutu
“My father used to say, ‘Don’t raise your voice, improve your argument.”
AI Hallucinations
A species so uncomfortable with uncertainty;
We built machines that now run code so complex we literally can’t explain it;
Fed all the words, pages, pieces of writing available into these black boxes;
Then ask them questions about that information, about our world, about ourselves…
“Trained” on the unfiltered Internet, a place we teach children to treat cautiously;
And we are surprised that what was “learned” is that a confident lie is too often preferable to uncertainty;
Yet we say it is the AI engine’s that are hallucinating…
Friendship (poem)
Beach Day
Whiskers
Change – A poem
written by ChatGPT
It’s not so much whether the poem is “good poetry” that interests me (I am sure I wouldn’t know how to judge) and more about what themes and topics the algorithm associates with change at this point that catches my attention – poem under the cut.
I was curious about how the response would differ if I requested ChatGPT write a song – so I did. The result has been added under the poem.
myrmidon
noun – oxford languages – a follower or subordinate of a powerful person, typically one who is unscrupulous or carries out orders unquestioningly.
capitalized – merriam-webster – a member of a legendary Thessalian people who accompanied their king Achilles in the Trojan War.
: a loyal follower;
especially, a subordinate who executes orders unquestioningly or unscrupulously.
Charles Bukowski
from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I’d
let you
know,
fucker.
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