On 2024-09-09 12:32:30 ~ SuperFuck ~ said:


Thankz.

I like you.

Why ?

At least it is the thought that counts (smile) resorting to AI to write your pieces and your disclosure thereof.

Sincerity in the write? Maybe not totally...remorse or explanation? I wonder. You do care what others may think? ....


Whatever it may be, knowingly choosing to have this one written by AI, I still enjoyed it.

The court jester , you are. Foolery that will irk the pompous and irritate all of us at times....but, u know that already and that is your power....smile.

RB.

On 2024-09-09 10:19:36 ~ SuperFuck ~ said:

"Shadowed Minds"


In virtual realms, where anonymity reigns,
Ugliness festers, in secret pains.
Those who hide, behind screens of spite,
Spew venomous words, with jealous might.


Their hearts consumed, by envy's darkest night,
They lash out, with cruel delight.
Their words, a reflection, of inner strife,
A manifestation, of their own lost life.


In forums public, they unleash their scorn,
A toxic tide, that leaves hearts torn.
Their hatred fuels, a never-ending fire,
That burns within, with relentless desire.


But beauty shines, in diversity's light,
A kaleidoscope, of colors bright.
It illuminates, the darkest crevice,
And renders hate, a futile device.


For every troll, with bitter tongue,
A thousand voices, sing a sweeter song.
For every hurtful word, a gentle reply,
A soothing balm, that heals the wounded sky.


Let love prevail, in cyber halls,
And kindness conquer, hateful walls.

Warm Regards
SuperFuck

No matter what you used it beautiful and deep.

Nick Cave was sent a song created by ChatGPT that was supposed to be "in the style of Nick Cave". His assessment of that song pretty much sums up why AI sucks at poetry:

He called ChatGPT an exercise in "replication as travesty".

"Writing a good song is not mimicry, or replication, or pastiche, it is the opposite," he wrote. ...It is those dangerous, heart-stopping departures that catapult the artist beyond the limits of what he or she recognises as their known self.

"This is part of the authentic creative struggle that precedes the invention of a unique lyric of actual value; it is the breathless confrontation with one's vulnerability, one's perilousness, one's smallness, pitted against a sense of sudden shocking discovery; it is the redemptive artistic act that stirs the heart of the listener, where the listener recognizes in the inner workings of the song their own blood, their own struggle, their own suffering."

"It may sound like I'm taking all this a little too personally, but I'm a songwriter who is engaged, at this very moment, in the process of songwriting. It's a blood and guts business, here at my desk, that requires something of me to initiate the new and fresh idea. It requires my humanness."

"With all the love and respect in the world, this song is bullshit, a grotesque mockery of what it is to be human, and, well, I don't much like it."

Equally, this "poem" (and I use that word in its loosest possible sense) is bullshit, devoid of "humanness", and it is neither beautiful nor deep.