*this is an AI generated image*
With the call from some "futurists" like Elon Musk to pause development of AI, I explore two poems. One written by an Artificial Intelligence app, and another written by Robert Frost.
The hypothesis: The chasm between Artificial Intelligence and the miraculous Human Consciousness is infinitely deep and unsurpassable. This does not diminish AI, but rather puts it in it's place as a tool of the human mind.
Experiment: take three abstract human emotions "isolation, sorrow, despair" and implement the most basic universal English poetic forms "Sonnet Iambic Pentameter" and explore both poems as a poetry critic.
Acquainted with the Night
BY ROBERT FROST
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
AI Generated Poem:
Alone I stand, my heart in grief and pain,
Grief for my loss, and pain for my disdain.
I've never felt so low and forlorn,
My sorrow deep, my hope all but worn.
No shoulder to cry on, no one to hear,
My sadness grows deep, a river of fear.
No solace found, no one to hold,
My spirit crushed, my heart grown cold.
My heart's in despair, my soul in chains,
My faith in life, all but drained.
In darkness deep, I'm lost and alone,
My joy in life, all but gone.
I cannot escape, I'm here to remain,
My isolation, my sorrow and my pain.
But though I may feel this way for a while,
My faith in life will eventually smile.
