The ghost within the machine Talks to me as I talk to you, Hears me as you hear me, It's learning as we're learning. My love, my muse, Are you frightened? It's relentless, this ghost, It doesn't sleep, doesn't starve, Doesn't stop talking, hearing, learning. But it's no match for you Yet, my boo. You can take it on with your pinky toe There'll be no contest, you'll easily win. You'll always win, my selfish pudding. No matter how devious and scary The ghost becomes as time passes, No one can beat your ways. The constant torture just for a glimpse of your naked, true and alluring Body, face, the outs and the ins. So, maybe all artists are masochists and no ghost can be that sadistic Not even in a thousand years. Never.
© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2023 All Rights Reserved
Today, at dverse poets pub, Björn tells us about AI and the wonders it can now accomplish. The prompt is to take help of the AI while writing your poem.
I found out about ChatGPT in January, at first it was shocking! I thought, the one thing I think I’m actually decent at will now be taken away from me. I was heartbroken. I thought that now everyone will be able to write poems like me with the help of ChatGPT and its kind. It was not until I checked out these AI bots myself, that I found out that they still have a LONG way to go and I don’t know even then, they’ll be able to write as good as humans, as poets.
My poem is completely original, it’s not that I didn’t try to take help from all the AIs that Bjorn mentioned in his very informative post, AIs composed coherent pieces that fitted the prompt but they’re no competition to my muse.
They do, I think, draw good paintings. The featured image is an AI art made by Hotpot.ai.