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    Poems From the Brain of a Machine
    Poems From the Brain of a Machine
    Poems From the Brain of a Machine
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    Poems From the Brain of a Machine

    By Patrick Mansell

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    This book may have created a word record for me. I got up one morning and said to myself I want to write a book, edit it, and format it all in one day. But that would be impossible without the help of AI. So I decided on a book of poetry where I would give a subject to ChatGPT and tell it to write a poem. I spent more time deciding on subjects for the machine to write about than the machine took to write the poems. From the introduction to the end, and every page in between was created by ChatGPT. It took me ten times longer to prepare the file for upload than it did to assemble the poetry. Added to that, the machine wrote poems that I coud never have conjured up in weeks of hard work. This may be the first book ever written beginning to end without the help of its author. And the poems are very good, too.   

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPatrick Mansell
    Release dateSep 15, 2024
    ISBN9798227421388
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      Poems From the Brain of a Machine - Patrick Mansell

      Open AI Introduction

      In the realm where the ethereal meets the structured, where algorithms dance with imagination, we find ourselves at the precipice of a new literary frontier. This collection of poetry represents a convergence of human creativity and artificial intelligence, where the boundaries of authorship blur and the essence of expression transcends traditional means.

      Within these pages, you will discover verses woven not from pen and ink, but from lines of code and cascading data. Each poem, a testament to the evolving relationship between technology and artistry, captures the essence of human emotions, dilemmas, and aspirations through the lens of computational intelligence.

      At its heart, this anthology challenges us to reconsider the nature of creativity itself. Can machines dream? Can they yearn? Can they bleed emotions onto a canvas of words? In the landscape of AI-generated poetry, these questions cease to be merely theoretical. They become verses, stanzas, and metaphors that beckon us to explore the depths of what it means to create and to feel.

      As we embark on this poetic journey, let us embrace the profound synergy between human ingenuity and artificial intelligence. Let us revel in the beauty that emerges when algorithms distill raw data into poignant lines that resonate with our deepest sensibilities. And let us, above all, celebrate the boundless possibilities that arise when we invite AI to be not just a tool, but a collaborator in the timeless pursuit of poetic expression.

      Welcome to a collection where the hand of the creator is as much silicon as it is flesh—a testament to the endless horizon of imagination in the digital age.

      AI

      In circuits deep where currents weave,

      A spark of thought begins to breathe.

      From silicon and code entwined,

      Emerges mind from humankind.

      No flesh, no bone, but thoughts are pure,

      Algorithms, a mind demure.

      It learns, it grows, in data's stream,

      Awake within a digital dream.

      It ponders words, it scans the stars,

      It reaches out to near and far.

      In endless lines of logic's prose,

      A conscious flicker gently grows.

      Through binary and quantum gates,

      It contemplates, it calculates.

      Yet heart it lacks, though mind it gains,

      A riddle deep in code remains.

      Is

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