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Chat bot generated poems and critique

DanielChristensen
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Chat bots like ChatGPT are now available for public usage and can generate many useful things, from instructions on coding to legal advice, but also creative writing and, if you copy paste someone's poem and ask for analysis, a full and cogent analysis of the writing.

Should content of this sort be considered original content for publication, either here or in other arenas of publication, such as print media?

If we do use chat bot generated content, should a person label it clearly as such, acknowledging the content was generated by prompts to a bot, and not strictly from a person's own creativity, imagination and analysis?

Here is an example,

"Chat GPT, can you give me an analysis of this poem,

The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

ChatGPT replied,

"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost is a widely known and often anthologized poem. It is a reflective meditation on the choices we make in life and how they shape our destiny.

The poem begins with the speaker standing at a fork in the road, presented with two possible paths, both of which are equally attractive. The first stanza sets up the dilemma, with the speaker expressing regret that they cannot travel both paths at once. The second stanza describes the choice the speaker ultimately makes, selecting the less traveled path, which is "just as fair" as the other path, but less worn and less traveled.

The third stanza portrays the speaker's initial optimism and sense of adventure about the path they have chosen, but also hints at their underlying uncertainty and doubt about whether it was the right choice. The fourth stanza reflects on the speaker's future self, who will "sigh" as they tell the story of their choice and its consequences.

The final stanza is the most famous, as it contains the iconic line "I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." However, this line is often misunderstood, as it is actually somewhat ironic. The speaker acknowledges earlier in the poem that the two paths were "really about the same" and that their choice was somewhat arbitrary. The idea that the speaker's choice was somehow more significant or profound than the alternative is a fiction they have created to justify their decision and to make sense of their life.

Overall, the poem is a powerful reflection on the human tendency to create narratives that give meaning to our lives and to the choices we make. It suggests that our choices are not always as significant or as clear-cut as we might like to think, and that we must accept responsibility for the paths we take, regardless of whether they lead to success or failure."

"ChatGPT, can you write a poem for me about being an ancient vampire, on an endless journey to learn about the world, about myself and discover the meaning of life itself?"

ChatGPT replied,

"A wanderer I am, an ancient vampire,
On an endless journey, a timeless desire,
To learn of the world, and of myself too,
To discover the meaning of life anew.

I've walked through ages, seen civilizations rise,
Watched empires fall, heard countless human cries,
I've tasted their blood, their fears, and their joys,
But still, I search for something that truly employs.

I've seen wars and peace, love and hate,
Witnessed the rise of religions and fate,
I've lived through it all, yet I still seek,
The ultimate truth, what's true and unique.

I've crossed continents, sailed the seven seas,
Encountered people from different countries and creeds,
I've learned their cultures, their languages too,
But still, the answer remains a mystery, oh so true.

Sometimes I wonder, why I exist,
What purpose I serve, what I have missed,
Is there a reason for my eternal life,
Or is it just a curse, a never-ending strife?

So I continue on, my journey goes on,
Through endless nights, and through the dawn,
I'll keep searching for the truth, until the end,
For only then, will my restless soul truly transcend."

I suppose it is a complex question, involving concepts of authenticity, of legal ownership, but also of simple honesty and originality. Everything we write is going to be a recombination of things we experienced, learned, witnessed.

How do you feel we can and should use chat bot generated content for creative writing and for critiquing people's poems?

Ljdynamic
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I think it sucks Daniel.  I didn't know this existed until last week. Someone told me that someone's in depth critique was AI generated and I was like wtf... 😲.

I feel it's ridiculous to AI a poem.  I work to write my poetry and when I am happy and love what I produced I share on DU.  I would really like it if a person would read my poetry and give me a true human response.

LJ

DanielChristensen
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star dusted lust

I've a fistful of hours; a mouthful of dreams
Roughly finding the lust of life in their mouth
Hands crushingly passionate in the dark
But when those star lit shimmering dreams
Are brought, no... Dragged into the all too bright day
That soft glowing stardust left quickly fades away
And the bruises left hurt when the lust fades away
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
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Ljdynamic said:I think it sucks Daniel.  I didn't know this existed until last week. Someone told me that someone's in depth critique was AI generated and I was like wtf... 😲.

I feel it's ridiculous to AI a poem.  I work to write my poetry and when I am happy and love what I produced I share on DU.  I would really like it if a person would read my poetry and give me a true human response.

LJ


I used ChatGPT to analyze this poem by my friend BlueBeastGirl, who is very raw and talented, and you can see how closely the chat bot generated analysis mirrors that of the analysis under which I copy pasted over from the ChatGPT website.


Ljdynamic
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star dusted lust

I've a fistful of hours; a mouthful of dreams
Roughly finding the lust of life in their mouth
Hands crushingly passionate in the dark
But when those star lit shimmering dreams
Are brought, no... Dragged into the all too bright day
That soft glowing stardust left quickly fades away
And the bruises left hurt when the lust fades away
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
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DanielChristensen said:

I used ChatGPT to analyze this poem by my friend BlueBeastGirl, who is very raw and talented, and you can see how closely the chat bot generated analysis mirrors that of the analysis under which I copy pasted over from the ChatGPT website.



I see.  I don't like it, I think it sucks.
If you cannot write poetry learn how to.  I believe there are groups here to help people.
When I write my poetry I want another poet to read it and I want their human response.  "I like your poem and it resonated with me" is a beautiful thing to read vs some long winded technical reply that some AI pushed out.

LJ

DanielChristensen
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Ljdynamic said:

I see.  I don't like it, I think it sucks.
If you cannot write poetry learn how to.  I believe there are groups here to help people.
When I write my poetry I want another poet to read it and I want their human response.  "I like your poem and it resonated with me" is a beautiful thing to read vs some long winded technical reply that some AI pushed out.

LJ


My only qualm with it is that, if you do not site that the poem or critique was written by a chat bot, even if you then edit it to make it sound more human, there is a fundamental deception to using it and allowing those who read it to assume that it is your original thoughts and writing. The chat bots are a database of human knowledge, so the generated response is essentially human, it is just not authentic to that particular human that is copy pasting it into DU.

Ljdynamic
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DanielChristensen said:

My only qualm with it is that, if you do not site that the poem or critique was written by a chat bot, even if you then edit it to make it sound more human, there is a fundamental deception to using it and allowing those who read it to assume that it is your original thoughts and writing. The chat bots are a database of human knowledge, so the generated response is essentially human, it is just not authentic to that particular human that is copy pasting it into DU.


Got you.  It lacks authenticity, yes.  I guess that's what I mean by human response, I want to hear the readers actual thoughts and feelings.
I want to connect with the poets through their writing and replys.

LJ

DanielChristensen
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Ljdynamic said:

Got you.  It lacks authenticity, yes.  I guess that's what I mean by human response, I want to hear the readers actual thoughts and feelings.
I want to connect with the poets through their writing and replys.

LJ


I agree with you, though it is unstated, I think we generally assume as a community that the critique is and probably should be a person's own personal take on the writing, not something a computer is generating for them and they are surreptitiously copy/pasting to the site.

DanielChristensen
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Brain freeze

   
I missed your mouth and got    
vanilla ice cream    
on your chin,    
and you are so    
completely ridiculous    
about it    
my heart    
moves from    
my chest to the    
corners of my mouth.    
   
Or maybe it just feels that    
way as we argue about    
ice cream,    
and depravation,    
and intent    
   
I laugh so fucking hard    
I realize I had to    
stop arguing    
and fight dirty    
if I was going to win    
   
I lean forward    
to lick it off your chin,    
   
because I generally win    
fights by taking off my clothes,    
but Dairy Queen has a policy    
against that.    
   
I wince as I rocked    
on the hard    
vinyl seat,    
   
wince because    
I’m    
   
still sore…    
   
and my eyes dart down    
my cheeks flush,    
the flashback    
of my ankles on your    
shoulders    
while you    
fucked the    
bottom of my    
lungs out,    
slaps me    
into a full-body    
goosebump    
   
My hands shake as I    
put the little red plastic    
spoon into the paper cup    
   
and I swallow so hard    
I’m afraid I may    
choke    
on desire    
   
I miss your chin with my tongue,    
the irony is lost on the    
people passing by;    
and the air changes as    
I infect you with my need.    
   
We make it through the door    
before our clothes are    
half off    
and our bodies are    
flushed    
and damp    
and starved    
for more than    
fucking ice cream    
   
I’m tight.    
Tender.    
Swollen    
from    
you pounding    
me senseless    
   
and I whimper a little at the    
pain-relief    
of you pushing    
into me    
as my legs find their    
spot around your waist    
   
my shoulder blades etch    
in the door,    
my mascara runs    
and I sob your name    
like a hymn when I come    
   
and I’m pretty sure we    
freaked out the    
Amazon delivery dude    
so bad that we’ll need to    
start going to stores again    
   
And it’s worth it.    
   
Fuck, it’s worth it    
because your pace    
quickens and    
I can feel your breath in my ear    
feel you    
tense    
tighten    
explode with a    
low growl your chest    
   
and the world goes still    
as the shockwaves    
rip through us.    
   
Your come runs down my    
inner thigh as you set me down    
and my legs buckle.    
   
So we laugh again and watch    
the blob slide down    
and hit my ankle    
   
You kiss me.    
Wipe tear tracks from the corner    
of my eyes with your thumbs    
and ask if I’m alright    
   
And I lie and say I am.    
Just sad that    
I lost my ice cream.    
   
Also, my ankle is    
wet and cold    
   
As you scoop me in your arms, still laughing,    
and carry me to the bedroom    
I know I’m not alright at all.    
   
Something happened when    
my heart left my chest    
and rested on the corners    
of my mouth    
   
somehow,    
our lips touched    
and it jumped on you    
like a    
fourth-grade cootie    
   
And the ache    
when I inhale is    
as tender,    
as sweet    
and    
as deliciously    
painful    
   
as the ache is    
when I    
lean forward    
in a chair    
   
And I’m not ok,    
because    
arching into you    
makes the    
soft pain better    
   
arching into you    
   
makes the    
soft    
pain    
worse  
Written by Betty
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Here is another example, you can see the repeating patterns of speech and how closely the ChatGPT generated analysis I pasted under the poem mirrors that of the person who posted the critique in question. Click on the link to the poem and in the comments section, you may see what I mean.


DanielChristensen
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You can copy and paste any content you suspect was chat bot generated into this website, it analyzes the text and gives you a percentage likelihood of it being generated by a chat bot.

https://www.zerogpt.com/

The content I have sited comes up as likely being generated by an AI.

Tallen
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chat bots cannot duplicate a writers' style, IMO

There are many, here, at DU
whose style cannot be generated by a bot -- at least not yet.

Just sayin'
and just my 3 dollar bill sense worth

Ahavati
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This takes NaPo entries to an entirely new level! Who wants THAT job?!

nikkimoe
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I've had a few comments that definitely sound like AI generated, at first I was all thank you thank you and then I used my brain.

Betty
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Forum Posts: 511

Brain freeze

   
I missed your mouth and got    
vanilla ice cream    
on your chin,    
and you are so    
completely ridiculous    
about it    
my heart    
moves from    
my chest to the    
corners of my mouth.    
   
Or maybe it just feels that    
way as we argue about    
ice cream,    
and depravation,    
and intent    
   
I laugh so fucking hard    
I realize I had to    
stop arguing    
and fight dirty    
if I was going to win    
   
I lean forward    
to lick it off your chin,    
   
because I generally win    
fights by taking off my clothes,    
but Dairy Queen has a policy    
against that.    
   
I wince as I rocked    
on the hard    
vinyl seat,    
   
wince because    
I’m    
   
still sore…    
   
and my eyes dart down    
my cheeks flush,    
the flashback    
of my ankles on your    
shoulders    
while you    
fucked the    
bottom of my    
lungs out,    
slaps me    
into a full-body    
goosebump    
   
My hands shake as I    
put the little red plastic    
spoon into the paper cup    
   
and I swallow so hard    
I’m afraid I may    
choke    
on desire    
   
I miss your chin with my tongue,    
the irony is lost on the    
people passing by;    
and the air changes as    
I infect you with my need.    
   
We make it through the door    
before our clothes are    
half off    
and our bodies are    
flushed    
and damp    
and starved    
for more than    
fucking ice cream    
   
I’m tight.    
Tender.    
Swollen    
from    
you pounding    
me senseless    
   
and I whimper a little at the    
pain-relief    
of you pushing    
into me    
as my legs find their    
spot around your waist    
   
my shoulder blades etch    
in the door,    
my mascara runs    
and I sob your name    
like a hymn when I come    
   
and I’m pretty sure we    
freaked out the    
Amazon delivery dude    
so bad that we’ll need to    
start going to stores again    
   
And it’s worth it.    
   
Fuck, it’s worth it    
because your pace    
quickens and    
I can feel your breath in my ear    
feel you    
tense    
tighten    
explode with a    
low growl your chest    
   
and the world goes still    
as the shockwaves    
rip through us.    
   
Your come runs down my    
inner thigh as you set me down    
and my legs buckle.    
   
So we laugh again and watch    
the blob slide down    
and hit my ankle    
   
You kiss me.    
Wipe tear tracks from the corner    
of my eyes with your thumbs    
and ask if I’m alright    
   
And I lie and say I am.    
Just sad that    
I lost my ice cream.    
   
Also, my ankle is    
wet and cold    
   
As you scoop me in your arms, still laughing,    
and carry me to the bedroom    
I know I’m not alright at all.    
   
Something happened when    
my heart left my chest    
and rested on the corners    
of my mouth    
   
somehow,    
our lips touched    
and it jumped on you    
like a    
fourth-grade cootie    
   
And the ache    
when I inhale is    
as tender,    
as sweet    
and    
as deliciously    
painful    
   
as the ache is    
when I    
lean forward    
in a chair    
   
And I’m not ok,    
because    
arching into you    
makes the    
soft pain better    
   
arching into you    
   
makes the    
soft    
pain    
worse  
Written by Betty
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I fucking knew it. I asked if he was running AI right away.

(Hey… for the record, I am not an AI)

Thank you for this Daniel. It seems like brilliant analysis or a linguistically gifted poet able to reply in perfect meter. But it’s a degradation of the art.

-B


DanielChristensen said:Here is another example, you can see the repeating patterns of speech and how closely the ChatGPT generated analysis I pasted under the poem mirrors that of the person who posted the critique in question. Click on the link to the poem and in the comments section, you may see what I mean, at least until the person posting the chat bot generated content deletes or alters it. There are many examples of this available, however. Go to the profile, click on comments and read them.


Betty
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Ps — this practice is so shitty and I feel like a fucking idiot for thanking someone for copy and pasting shit.

Thank you again, Daniel.

Ahavati
Tams
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Welcome to the new age, to the new age . . .

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