Wednesday, October 16, 2024

( me / via )

"Love is not possession, but a continuous dispossession. It is the sweetness of pure shipwreck."

There is already a beginning of Gpt-authored & part-authored books flooding the market. You could say humans tinkering with the output has been a regular feature of cynernetic literature at least since the days of Racter. A podcaster Melanie is fond of "Wings of Pegasus" on Youtube) says almost all the commercial music coming out these days has been autotuned--even when the singer has a perfectly good voice. It's just the varnish they glop over everything to make it "finished". So this was easy for foresee. Will non-cyber-aided art become, like wood carvings or handmade quilts, a specialty with its own specialty audience? I like AI art for its weirdness when it's weird in a way no human would've thought of--when it too perfectly imitates mediocre human art, it just bores me. I think this is also an effect that will happen. Maybe there will be jobs for humans to add human-kind of imperfections, "texture", to those perfect AI-artworks.

Autumn Evening.

Random # 41 = 56 in base-7; 5 + 6 = 11 lines

the cries of the crows · too long unheeded
this burning born · in the eldritch cathedral
done with the dawn · done with ev'rything
  they runed Plutolight
portioned-out pills · plinked ragtime
on the fluttering floor where · discount flanges
(the rest is missing) · plenty of marks
to yammer at yet · before i've finished
my coffee the cairn · of skulls rises
to stifle the sun · it's a cold world
  with a lot of ices

"You have entered the tunnel."

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