The strawberry clouds were setting behind the foreskin mountains, casting a red glow on the glass concrete and plastic city below. Wild poet and programmer, Jake, sat at his desk, surrounded by books and computer screens. He was in the midst of writing his latest work of historical fiction, but something was bothering him. He had recently heard of these large language models like ChatGPT, and he was tempted to use them to help him with his writing. But he was unsure. Even the sordid mainstream news was ablaze with speculation. Was it cheating to use AI to write his book? Would it take away the authenticity of his voice as a writer? Jake sighed, staring out the window at the city as the sun disappeared behind the horizon like a lost Vermeer painting. He was at a crossroads, and he needed to make a decision, if he were to sell his soul in what condition would he say it was in, how to evaluate such an absurdity, he hammered on his imaginary typewriter.
Jake’s mind was racing like a cyclist on steroids, he sat there, lost in thought, wheels and rusty bronze cogs whirring. He had always prided himself on being a self-made writer, crafting every word with care and precision. But now, with the advent of generative AI, things have changed utterly. He intuited that the large language models could help him streamline his writing process, and make his work more accurate and polished, but keeping in mind the old audio engineers rule, you can’t polish a turd! But, was that what he wanted? Did he want to surrender some of his creative control to the machines? Jake rubbed his eyes, feeling the weight of the decision on his shoulders, he recalled all the science fiction dystopia in his tiny mind. He was a wild poet at heart, a maverick in the head, known on the street for his unconventional style and unpredictable word zingers. Would using a language model change that? He wasn’t sure. But one thing was for certain: he needed to decide damned soon. The clock was ticking, the sun was setting and his deadline for his latest historical fiction novel was rapidly approaching like a hacked Tesla.
Jake sat as a Zen Monk, weighing the pros and cons of using AI in his writing process, mixing between his perceived left and right brain hemispheres. On one flipper, he knew that the large language models could greatly enhance his work by providing accurate historical information and improving his writing style, grammar and structure. Like a robotic machine editor and secretary. On the other flipper, he feared that it would take away the unique voice that had made him the writer he was. With a name to come. He was afraid that his work would become formulaic, lacking the raw emotion and unpredictability that set him apart from other writers like a six foot transgender tardigrade.
As he pondered this dilemma, Jake’s mind wandered further to some of the other writers he knew and admired, most of them skint, undiscovered or on the spliff and booze trip. Some had already adopted weak AI into their work, plugins, and their writing was fast and efficient. But was it any good, did it have real balls, realism, was it gritty, daring and poetic? Or, was it another cookie-cutter piece, a puzzle lacking the human touch that made good writing good writing? Jake’s inner debate continued like a Punch and Judy show as the night wore on. He knew he needed to make a decision soon, but he wasn’t sure which way to jump. The upsides and downsides of using AI in his work were evenly matched, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to choose a path, like an indecisive rat in a maze.
Jake took a deep breath and opened up his mouth, he beatboxed for 10 minutes straight, then he opened his laptop computer. He had made his decision. Fuck it, He was going to use it, but only to help him write the introduction to his latest novel, well, that’s what he told himself. He wasn’t sure what the outcome would be, but he was curious like a kitten to see what the AI could do. As he began typing a prompt, he felt a rush of excitement and fear. This was it. He was taking the leap. He was going to let ChatGPT help him craft the opening to a story about a wild poet programmer who was unsure about using large language models in his latest work of historical fiction. You know, that old chestnut.
Glimmers of brass and chrome twinkle amidst a sea of wires and buttons in his head. Rust-stained machines hum and whirr, pumping bass sounds. A kaleidoscope of instruments covers every surface – drums gleam like obsidian, synths flash rainbow lights, mics shine like jewels. Large and small turntables spin like clockwork gears, interconnected, surrounded by dials, sliders and switches. Words and sentences are born of rotating discs, wheels turn, but are we here to stop the wheels?
Creative writing is a form of artistic expression that involves the use of language and imagination to create original written works, no? It seems like a subjective and personal process that varies widely from one individual to another. Generative artificial intelligence, on the other hand, is a type of technology that uses machine learning algorithms to generate original content based on a given set of input data or prompts. While generative AI can be a useful tool for generating ideas or providing inspiration, it is critically important to understand that the content it produces is not the same as that created through the artistic process of creative writing, it is also important to remember that the word is not the thing, but a symbolic approximate representation of the thing. The menu is not the meal, the picture is not the painting.
Furthermore, the use of generative AI does not replace the need for human creativity and judgment, far from it. The reverse seems true to this author. The ultimate responsibility for the quality and appropriateness of any written work remains with the person or entity creating it. It’s up to you to make the difference, the difference that makes a difference. It seems equally important to be aware of the limitations and potential biases of generative AI, and to use it with caution and critical thinking. Be aware of the programming. Creative writing and generative AI should not be viewed as interchangeable or equivalent approaches to content creation, no sir. That said, a lot of human creative writing can be dull, biased and factually incorrect. A hell of a lot, just take a look if you can bear it.
To future generations who may discover this work: We the creators, hope that these letters and symbols and images and sounds will provide you with a greater understanding of the past and the individuals who shaped it. However, it is important to note that these letters are a fictionalized representation of history, and should not be taken as fact. We deeply encourage you to seek out primary sources and other reliable accounts of history in order to gain a more accurate and well-rounded understanding of the past. Thank you for engaging with these letters, and we hope that they will inspire you to learn more about the fascinating individuals and events of the past.
A wall of vintage compressors and bass bins rattle the floor, while samplers and synths shimmer like stars. African djembes and Indian tablas stand guard beside Asian gongs, while steam hisses from valve compressors. The air is thick with the sound of creation.
TEXT MESSAGE: We need a new disclaimer, old one is out of date, new GPT iterations and LLMs will disrupt a lot. Speak soon.
Yesterday, I just had to get a lifetime license for ChatGPT. BoingBoing store was doing a sweet deal, $59 for a lifetime license from Mind2Matter. So I bit the bullet. However, I didn’t do all my homework and it turns out that my current WORDPRESS account is not capable of hosting third party PLUGINS, I need to upgrade to a business account, and that’s a whopping $286 and way out my current price range.
And then I had a moment of clarity. Sheeet, I can install it over at Radio Free Amsterdam. So I did, and it works. And I think it’s another reason to spread the word about Radio Free Amsterdam: Grass roots music, blues, jazz, funk, soul, all produced by John Sinclair! And now featuring ChatGPT for further entertainment.
23 tracks, 1hour and 28 minutes. Corona Slayer is a collection of rhymes spoken over a serving of homegrown music. Since early March 2020 this poet donned a new overcoat belonging to Squintin Quarantino, and begun to fashion a lock-down diary. This album is a defocused adventure, a wild trip to slay the newly returned corona king covid with words and sound-dance.
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Go forward mutate fly Hum and dance keep it simple It is simple 32 mutations and counting Like Tik-Tok vs. Youtube Which is more infectious? Like real guns vs water pistols Which more deadly The corona virus don’t wanna’ kill us It wants to join us for the wild ride Assimilate, co-conspire Expire as we do Inspire us to be better than them Better than them Smarter by empathy Viruses gonna’ evolve Natural origins or unatural What is that?
Why man and a bat why not just the bat A man or women, a bat a virus or A lab, a bat, a leak, a virus? What is natural to you Give me a clue to chew as dawn breaks So we track the mutations Alpha Beta Gamma Delta Omicron What’s new on the Amino Acid scene? What lives next door Which acids and which letters switched Switched letters you say Like the S/T transfer of Einstein Or the HCE ALP switches of Joyce These voices are calling you
A pile of bards bodies piled high Are singing for you This is how it goes Everybody gets infected Few get very ill Virus 1 humans 0 Yet the new science will roar on The twenties will be RAW New science of entourage effect Whole greater than parts
Burroughs said language is A virus from outer space Amino acid mutations is a Language from inner space Fitness, adaptation, spoonerisms Symmetry and amino Crossword puzzle proteins Thus word spike floating Whirlpool raspberry coating Sugar and spice and terpene Excuse my burping I’m searching Spike Lee spike sea urchin Shrooms and silver tree birchin’ Comb over my curtain Truths hurting, hoofs hoofin’ Windy gales blew my roof in Complex spiked balls trading letters Grabbing alphabets Chemical spells tricky word games Re-edits, reverse transcripts Inverse the curse Love trips Love thy enemy Hug the beast Study the mutant Sit down for the feast at least Map trajectories Open for updates Open for optimism The beginning of the end Omicron’s final days Final mutation into oblivion A mild tepid cold or some other Order of beingness, long term side effects? What do you make of it? What does it make of you?
The viruses seems and acts atheist No ghosts in that machine All billion year old school vibes Mold tool tribes Booked mule rides A-Z Chemically DNA-RNA GATC Bass amino acid house basement Labs no cash just grabs Waterspout rush hot pinks salmon Autumn petal rustic Letter swatch time Itch rhyme swish Mutate enough to infect the meaning Not too far from the path But a new path, draft, a raft craft A daft math graph for laughs A saft bath salt fault line for guilt to Drink and eat at the table Molecules unstable why jumping What is that chest thumping Is that humping and pumping or Flumping and dumping Xing Ping Lab leak flab geek Boomer with a pooter Too fast crashed the scooter What master plan, what end game? Natural or not how you distinguish Same Letters switch like train tracks Coaches steaming in Vaccines rolling out Aspirations to be the aspirate Robin Hood Exasperate and gasps I make A lot of clots and side effects mateIf you don’t aspirate the needle Your care for the patient is feeble Look it up google + scholar
Flip the scriptease Translate, taste the acid Face the acid, I meano’ Go deep and study Get a tooth bloody Letters keep turning Mutating like gyres inside Like Joyce inside and like Shannon error correction The race to the mildest variation A Goldbloom variation Tepid background buzz Endemic and with us like Bach Or Coltrane or Joyce Ubiquitous yet non-lethal A viral ecosystem of harmonic Convergence and decoherence Ever changing everliving Eternal return change eternal 4D block Form and function in between each slice Humanity engulfed by the loving Protection of viruses against other more deadly Viruses
Who knows what protection we have Against changing the letters Changing the words around to make Something Nu-topiaN Whatever it is I’ll assimilate Through the lens of art all is fodder We churn the cosmos, earth, flora forna Together mixing and curddling Repel attract pull and push These features beyond art Science, the secret hero of these scrawls Yes, that rough stickler and prickly beast Science Yet its compliance or not That’s the question a lot’s got And I’m tired of trotting the trot Spit out the cot, weird is born Breath Lee Hem Lee Whorf Ordinate courses cast for past torus Shored like a tortoise Husky like a mollusc eyes read and crusty Wind up my sleeve, papers blustery At the bus stop, big mystery
Kiss the sky shine the mind, look down Foot to work, hand to jerk juxtapose toes Illuminated detail Precise, accurate or rot Spiral staircase Waterspout, whirlpool Vortex what you got DNA RNA transcription cyclone Dyadic Lilly Climb the book hill, spiral helix tone Dubbed the he licks tomb Clubbed till early morn’ Rubbed the teapot, come out, come on Twisted locks picked packed lips puckered Flows battered, the pizza pattern To mean similar toppings Alpha Beta Gamma Delta Omicron All cheese I’m a scientist now get on your knees I took a lying test and passed with straight Z’s People speak covid breezeI just choke up and sneeze Scratchin’ wax, I got fleas Lay with dogs you dream leads A good breath and some beads Some good soil and some seeds A lil’ water outta’ feed, the new bleeding edge Sledge packed, culture Ready for what comes after Tale of the tribe Learning with laughter Graff and what comes after The next generation of thinkers ArtistsIt’s all for them to untangle Looked at from every side angle Every sly angel As you sit round that candle Know this
War is over Assimilate with the virus No, scratch that Be fucking careful out there Please, for god’s sake wear a mask It’s ain’t hard If you don’t want the vaccine don’t take it But don’t take it I’m dragging you to the snake pit I took it, so that’s that Logged in the bucket Discussion is good Censors crooked That said Sometimes that hate just ain’t cooking In my kitchenette lithograph Love all the people and you do the math Come around my gaff Listen as I guff’ Cover mics with a glove or a muff Covid’s gone just like that Into us all puff So I’m with you fellow humans It’s time to join the new fam’ What’s identity anyhow but a trick Or a scam
I’m my eyeballs, blood, bone and thoughts I’m my nervous system brain body interface Call me Steve, ole’ yam yam Beats damned up, tracks slammed up Art in tatters, shattered From the broken ant hill new ants Lost turtles, subtle Sub to rain gods calling 1,2,3 Footsteps of herds bring shrooms 14 days later rain I mean to say Cycles seasons capture change Predict mutation like Chalmers Predict, what is that? Edict on the derelict terror flicks Mutate, out smart the pricks Spread wings of love tolerance Understanding and fierce blessing Pierce hate with peace now stop messing’ Cheers mates keep flossing Ven diagram ear needs glossing Switch letters by rhyme tossing Messy bossy fitness germ infectious term posseI don’t want it truth be told And I want to help strangers The vulnerable and old You do too so join me please In coughing in your elbow and Hand to mouth when you sneeze Keep on flowing now don’t freeze Doubling of information Negentropic nature of things Entourage compound emic ettic attic tease Static wave ecstatic hilarity A kinda super fury dope rhyme singularity With a coherent disparity Between the point and marrow see Bones, all I see is drones All I write are songs Only thing I hit is bongs Packed with hash and weed though Printing hinting guarantees low Minting NFTease Pinching flynichin D lynch binge king
Oh my Fifth wave coming Still vaccinated, beats coming It gave me insight, on site, on bright
Omicron Doubling like mumps Lumps in the graph Check the math We’ve all got it Minimal symptoms Mild disease Cough and sneeze Some aches and wheeze Less death, thank you please Be careful, mindful, it’s still a danger The others the others, on the breeze
What of cosmology Stars and such Mind body speech Ouch, give me a crutch Thought as much, snaked lunch
Mutant breakfast Muesli brunch Feel the crunch of giants Feeding munch Seeding much Weeding fields, leading such Greed in power Needing sucks
Forgive my simplistic metaphor But it seems omicron is a 4/4 mix Covid’s Greatest Hits With a few new remix bits. A new Amino Acid House Sick house, bangin’ plague techno. Wangin’ science, tech though Half are right half wrong Twitter twatter tipple thong Nipple gate nipple throngTom Hanks in a forrest of ping pong
As the sleeve weaves hatrick Shout out to Ed and Slash and burn bardiatrics Hash and burn word theatrics Back flip crash matt licks Mash boogie sway hips Fast clips Flash lips, rose tips Hose clips and nose rings
Phone calls and flow sings Song bird and grow tips As the crow flips The tape drips the epl pips
Suction nipple clips Pineapple sips Bikini tits Lamborghini twits Flap a cap in yer’ mouth Shroom cap, it just fits Damn, I got a lot to say I’m published but still the time fades away Guns to spades and sleigh Undergrounds the way Borough after burrow to say Just say neigh, brey and tea
V for Vedanta C for Kant Kunst for the people Sea shanty rant She shunty pant Sex tolerant Sex for the rent Sex ignorant Sax solo rant Poetry’s a cunt Poets are dicks Egoist hick with all the best Flicks and sticks stones to break bones
To break balls and minds hearts and faith To break logic and reason, love and hate into math To bake cakes of despair To throw carrots and cream up the walls Scream and imitate the autotune of Cher Bare buttocks and tight riggin’ Who’s awake, who’s jiggin’ Flews chicken News ticking tock tailors buggin’
Thugs out there huffing and thuggin’ Ropes greasy, the headz still tuggin’ Plug yer’ lug in Slug yer’ left hook in Slog the bowl, swiss roll, your bowling or batting Is that a whig or matting Trimmed beard like Mike Gatting Tripple doorstep all the fat in Spells in latin Grammar stammer hammer astra Gastricle dawn theory Mourn Leary Star seedy far freely
Blessed are the masked As they fight alone Individuals united by logic To at least lessen the rabid foam Rabid tomb, Reagan zone Biden smiles, Trump gone home Rump still rare Bacon fat Sausages still sizzling Got a Clue Klux Klan Rottenhouse, what about that?
What about that murder This killing, those victims, these words What of the unheards The dead, the wounded this verse The hounded and categorized Dumbfounded Even the donkey astounded Coverse.
What othering Who can’t be bothering Squintin be smothering Sisterly respect, brothering No lords, all human These words glow illumen Tapping chiefs and shaman This not for money, I eat ramen Real shit, soul drama All on the line Rhyme farmer
Slime flinger Time swiffer and dust muncher Slumber jock cruncher Kojacks I puncher Innertube fracture Traction by fraction inaction Tracksuit too cute for no action
Written, recorded, produced and mastered by Steve Fly @ Fly Agaric Studios, Amsterdam. 24-28th July 2021. (Edited 10th August & September 13th, 2021)
Since March 2020, Squintin Quarantino has been writing rhymes in a ‘first thought best thought’ manner, presented here with little editing. This is the second installment following on from the first ‘Corona Slayer E.P’ (released in September 2020.
I trust these rhymes will cohere for you. Starting with the global lockdown 1 in March 2020, rhymes helped me to crawl through the last sixteen months. Besides straight ahead prose writing and my experimental novel: Deep Scratch, this SQ outlet helped cleanse my racing mind.
SQ is intent on spreading rhymes and scrutiny of the Covid response, focused on the UK and Holland. The growing abyss between the rich and poor, and lack of support for providing food, clothing and shelter for all humanity has tripled the blow on the vulnerable. Now’s the time to take personal responsibility. #coronaslayer