The novelty of an alien mind

I have been looking around for any access to smart AI like GPT-3 – a text predictor mentioned in an earlier post. I got quite hooked generating fiction and poetry with it last year. Unfortunately GPT-3 is restricted to a waitlist and probably requires a business so you use it enough to warrant access (and more money). Also AI Dungeon (which uses/used GPT-3) has got kind of worse somehow since I last logged in (the subreddit is up in arms to say the least).

Then I started to question why I even got this AI fever to write with one. It has a certain novelty that doesn’t wear off too fast. It’s like an amazing illusion that I almost fall for that it is actually thinking like me.

I sort of compared it to if you heard the music of some alien civilisation. How amazing that would be, not so much because ‘we are not alone’ but more like ‘a completely different kind of being’ sort of thing. That’s maybe in the same area of my fascination with the predictor.

I listened to a similar predictive AI made by the same organisation, Open AI, here. This time it makes music. Again it was that very eerie feeling of novelty spawning from a black box. A box where no one knows exactly how it got to that output. I loved it.

Maybe I need to have more confidence in my own writing. Try to find the polish and value of it. No AI crutch needed! I should be more grateful for my own text predictive generator noggin.

That thing you have to do

Oh that think you have to do.
You know the one…

That book you have to read,
the piano you have to learn,
the meditation you have to sit,
the meal you have to cook,
the language you have to learn.

To self improve is a struggle,
in which you have
that thing you have to do.

You may have your ideal self,
there within reach,
if only you had that skill,
were more learned,
had that something.

An ache
to be something more.

However it’s a shudder,
a piercing impatience held,
rattling in your mind.
Carving out that time for
that thing you have to do.

“Oh it’s worth it,”
you say to yourself.
“I will be better,
it will get better,
it has to!
I’ll learn to love it,
get that skill.
I just have to keep at it.”

But for now, it’s
that thing you have to do.

Haiku Collection #1

Sitting on the couch,
I sip tea, turn to my friend,
I say “This is nice”

The bell rings out: “bong”,
I smile and stretch my legs out.
Meditation done.

Alarm rings aloud,
Says: wake up, wake up, wake up.
I drift back to sleep.

Oh! I remember,
This moment, to be here now.
Now: rising, falling

Mindfully I chop,
I stretch and bang my head: “SHIT!”
Not so holy now…

Who is the witness?
Who experiences this?
Who does not know? Me!

Lost in thought, theory…
Never meditating then…
Only reading lots.

Hmm, am I manic?
Or am I progressing well?
Neither, both, be mindful.

I write these poems,
Always aware of my pride,
Squash it, kill it, splat!

Squash it, kill it, splat!
Stop that thought, stop this thought… No!
Let it be and go.

Blink, swallow, tingle,
taste, smell, see, hear, feel, think, fart,
itch, sting, tense, sit, twitch.

I relax the frown,
My mind shoots out and expands,
No frown, no problem 🙂

I write haikus late.
I dig early morning vibes,
Helps loose the filter.

I will end it here,
Good bye, au revoir, ciao, peace!
Good bye-ku hai-ku.

Three Marks

Some people say that some things

never change,

some things

feel satisfying,

and some things are

part of me.

They say that life is solid and real. That we can find happiness in the world.

Other people say that everything

is impermenant,

everything is

unsatisfying

and that both everything and nothing is

me.

They say that what we say as real, is as real as you perceive it. That we can find happiness within ourselves.

What do you think?