K. Morris's Blog, page 98

When I Attended a Transhumanist Party

When I attended a Transhumanist party

With the cream of the literati,

Some random old guy

Said, “I’m an AI!”.

And cyborgs danced at that party.

The Churchyard Path

People passed

Me on the churchyard path,

That I walk

So oft,

Caught in my passing thoughts,

(Many now forgot)

Then came the rain again

To wash all who pass

Along this fleeting path.

They Talk of All-Powerful AI

They talk of all-powerful AI.

Perhaps this is Sci-Fi.

Or maybe it is true.

But you and I

Will surely die,

Unless we

Achieve immortality,

And perhaps live on

After the body is gone

In virtual reality.

But would that be

You and me?

From the Dark Heart

From the dark heart

Oft flows great art,

And behind sunlight

Oft hides night.

 

There Was a Young Man Named Giles

There was a young man named Giles

Who walked around wearing nothing but tiles.

When he fell with a crash,

All the tiles they went smash,

And the girls wore very big smiles …!

Gale the Blackmailer

There was a young lady named Gale

Who made all her money through blackmail.

When she blackmailed Lee

While out at sea

It ended in a large killer whale …

When a Young Lady Known as Hurd

When a young lady known as Hurd

Went and used a very bad word,

A vicar called Hocking

Said, “that is shocking!

But do cover me in lemon curd …”.

Hybrid Poetry and Chat GPT

I have been playing around with Chat GPT, https://openai.com/blog/chatgpt/. Below is a poem wholly composed by the artificial intelligence (AI), followed by my much shorter poem, which draws on that created by the AI.

 

 

The Poem as Composed by Chat GPT:

 

continue this poem: all love and lust ends in dust

All love and lust, like fleeting gusts, May lift us high, but then they must Descend to earth, to join the rust And crumble into grains of dust.

Though passion’s fire may burn so bright, It’s...

A.I. In Writing: ArtSore, A New Website

An opportunity to submit either purely human generated short stories, or AI/human stories. Thanks to Pete for flagging this. Kevin

beetleypete

The founder of Longshot Island has created a new website/magazine to publish work created with the use of A.I., alongside conventional writing. You will be paid for successful submissions, and he is interested to explore this new genre. This is a contentious area indeed, and sure to spark much debate into the future.

Here is what Daniel has to say about ...

My Coffee Grows Cold

My coffee grows cold,

And I old.

And here I sit

Playing the wit,

Until death calls time

On wit

And rhyme.