The Loss of the Craft

Playing around with ChatGPT today.

Me: Can you write me a lamentation in the style of pablo neruda bemoaning the fact that AI will soon replace humans at creative jobs?

ChatGPT: Sure! Here's a lament in the style of Pablo Neruda:

Oh, the machines have taken over,
With circuits for hearts and code for brains,
Leaving us mere mortals to ponder
The future of our creative domains.

Gone are the days of the poet's pen,
Of the painter's brush and the musician's beat,
Replaced by algorithms that never bend
To the whims of emotion or human heat.

But what of our passions, our dreams and art,
That have echoed of life in every stroke?
Can these machines truly capture a part
Of the soul that forever will evoke?

Oh, how we mourn the loss of the craft,
That once flourished in the hands of man,
But now we must find a way to adapt,
And keep the creative fire burning, if we can.

This is a screenshot of the conversation I had with ChatGPT. The text of said screenshot can be found in the blogpost above this image.

That poem was surprisingly well writ. Can’t wait to see what else ChatGPT and other AIs produce.