I am not afraid that AI will become “better” from human artists. I am afraid that the human mind is bringing it to the point that it will no longer be able to produce art.
I write poetry. I am not so proud of making a career with her, but this is something I spend a lot of time. اور تمام مصنفین کی طرح ، میں بھی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی لمبی جدوجزز کریں۔ What do I get through these things, though, I have confidence in my individuality. No one on Earth has a combination of my living experiences, the effects of literary and music, and the dictionary of random words and phrases. This is the ultimate empowerment.
When I was in middle school, I read a book called Sherman Alexei’s “Part Time Indian Real Diary”. The first line of the book is written, “I was born with water on the brain.” A cheerful temperament for hydroxifles, this phrase looks very cool for me. I started using it in my daily life, not fully affiliated with hydrocephalus. I did something stupid? I had water on my mind. I tried to hold my breath too long in the pond? Water on the brain. I am thirsty? Water on the brain.
One thing I like to do is take a phrase that I have stored in my head and have a poem with it. Last year, I wrote “Water on Mind”, a poem in which the hurricane Katrina’s image was fully used.
Organizer cannot play any more.
He took water on the brain.
He has nothing to paddle,
Fagan has no honor.
Stained glass shards and wooden rot
Everything else in the church is left.
God remained up and down with a storm.
Now he jokes with his flag.
Organizer cannot play any more.
He took water on the brain.
God remained up and down with a storm.
Organizer cannot play any more.
The only sound is the ocean of the sea
And the train’s remote
Organizer cannot play any more.
He took water on the brain.
Whether it’s a ‘good’ poem or not. I have no indication of how the audience will get it. What I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, is that no one else could write. This is the only one for me.
I don’t care if AI can write more polished poem, create a beautiful painting, or write more technically stable article. I don’t care that AI can create an unlimited possibility. It will never be single. His soul will never. AI will never see the beauty and ability in “water on the brain” what I do.
I am afraid that as people embrace these technologies, our art will be compatible. The things that make each of us unique and special will fail to appear in our art. It hurts me.
Go ahead and use AI to improve your supply chain, but keep it away from the arts.
