[Copilot is asked for advice]


Please write an original sonnet that as the proposition states what is available and as the resolution suggests how they may be applied. On a computer, Affinity Designer has a Pencil Tool. The colour of the Pencil Tool can be set to a choice from a palette. A human may use the Pencil Tool to draw images in the computer. Off a computer, there are Staedtler Noris coloured pencils. A  human may use the pencils to draw images on paper. The colour palette of the pencils is available on the web, so the same colour palette can be used both in the computer and on the paper.


In realms of pixels, a tool takes flight,
Affinity's Pencil, a beacon bright.
A palette of hues at one's command,
To draw and design, as projects demand.

On paper's expanse, under human hand,
Lie Staedtler's colours, a spectrum grand.
From web's vast resources, the palette's found,
In both realms, the artist is unbound.

Apply these tools, in digital and real,
Let creativity in your heart unseal.
With palette consistent, and vision clear,
Bring forth the images you hold dear.

So draw, dear human, with colours bold,
In tales of art, let your story be told.

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[Papier AI]

https://www.papier.com/customise/tonal- … rait-40553

Please write a haiku about a lady feeding an okapi.

In a lush green world,
Lady's hand extends with care,
Okapi's heart fills.

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[I then tried the same prompt with Bing Chat AI]

Please write a sonnet where the proposition is whether an AI system can help two people fall in love.

Sure, here’s a sonnet on that theme:

In realms of ones and zeros, can love bloom?
Can AI's cold precision spark a flame?
Can algorithms in a server room
Stir hearts to beat in synchrony the same?

Two souls in cyberspace, their paths converge,
Guided by an unseen, coded hand.
Can lines of logic cause a love to surge,
And bridge the gap no human could command?

Yet love is more than data points aligned,
More than shared interests and matched traits.
It's in the mystery of the entwined,
The inexplicable that resonates.

So, can AI make two hearts collide?
Perhaps, but love's true source is found inside.

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Please write a sonnet where the proposition is whether an AI system can help two people fall in love.

In this world of algorithms and code,
Can an AI system help love to bloom?

With data and calculations bestowed,
Two hearts entwined, a digital heirloom.

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That was for a poem to go with the picture in the following post.

https://punster.me/serif/viewtopic.php?pid=4140#p4140

But it needs a square card.

William

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I had an email from Papier mentioning Papier AI.

I have just tried it.

https://www.papier.com/customise/tonal- … rait-40553

It wrote a poem for me. Alas I should have copied the prompt that I used. It was something like

Please write me a poem about an elephant, a daffodil and a dragon.

Here is the poem:

May your days be filled with the gentle grace of the elephant, the vibrant beauty of the daffodil, and the fiery spirit of the dragon.

Embrace the strength, the joy, and the magic that each one brings.

Wishing you a truly extraordinary journey ahead.

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William wrote:

[...

Here is a recent prompt and reply with Bing Chat AI.]

Please write a sonnet in the Italian style on the theme of Just after Midnight on Monday.

Sure, here’s an Italian (Petrarchan) sonnet on the theme of “Just after Midnight on Monday”:

I did not write "Midnight Monday".

William

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[Bing Chat AI getting in a big muddle!]

Please say what rhyme scheme you use for a Petrarchan sonnet. Please write a Petrarchan sonnet about February.

A Petrarchan sonnet, also known as an Italian sonnet, has a specific rhyme scheme. The sonnet is divided into two parts: an octave (the first eight lines) and a sestet (the last six lines). The rhyme scheme for the octave is typically ABBAABBA, and the sestet can vary, but is often CDECDE or CDCDCD.

Here’s a Petrarchan sonnet about February:

In February's grasp, we find delight (A)
In days that lengthen like a stretched out yarn, (B)
Beneath the snow, the earth prepares for light, (B)
As winter's grip begins to loose and darn. (A)

The heart, it flutters in the frosty air, (A)
While breaths turn white in the cold morning's glare. (B)
In this short month, we find a love so rare, (B)
A warmth that even winter cannot spare. (A)

Yet, as the snowdrops push through frozen ground, (C)
We see the strength of life that still abounds. (D)
Each icicle that melts, each sunbeam found, (E)
In every silent, snow-filled night resounds. (C)

So, let us cherish February's days, (D)
In its quiet strength and resilient ways. (E)

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William wrote:

So is there an already known sonnet form that has a rhyming scheme the same as has been produced by the Bing Chat AI system?

It appears that this is the traditional rhyme scheme of an English sonnet as English has fewer rhymes.

https://www.britannica.com/art/sonnet

William

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It seems that what has been produced has, in total, a rhyming scheme of  ABAB CDCD EFEF GG so, although pleasant to read, as is the sonnet in the other thread that mentions Lucy, it is not a sonnet in the style that was requested nor as purported by Bing Chat AI to be.

So is there an already known sonnet form that has a rhyming scheme the same as has been produced by the Bing Chat AI system?

Is it possible to specify the rhyme scheme explicitly in the prompt and the Bing Chat AI system act on that?

William

There is a thread about Bing Chat AI and Sonnets.

https://punster.me/serif/viewtopic.php?id=556

William

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[Previously, I asked Bing Chat AI to write a sonnet in the Italian style.

https://punster.me/serif/viewtopic.php?pid=3682#p3682

[Link amended by Alfred.]

Here is a recent prompt and reply with Bing Chat AI.]

Please write a sonnet in the Italian style on the theme of Just after Midnight on Monday.

Sure, here’s an Italian (Petrarchan) sonnet on the theme of “Just after Midnight on Monday”:

Just after midnight, when the world's at rest,
And Monday's worries are yet to unfold,
In silent darkness, stars in the west,
Tell tales of the ancient, the brave, and the bold.

The moon, a beacon in the tranquil sea,
Casts shadows that dance with the whispering trees,
A moment of calm, a quiet decree,
A pause in the rush of time's ceaseless breeze.

But soon the sun will rise, the day will start,
And life will awaken with a hurried pace.
Yet in this moment, take it to heart,
The peaceful beauty of time and space.

So cherish these moments, just after midnight,
A new week's promise, in the soft moonlight.

[So, Petrarchan is stated. I looked it up. The rhyme scheme of the sonnet that Bing Chat AI does not seem to fit. There are other features of a Petrarchan sonnet too but I am not sufficiently knowledgeable to know if they fit. So, although the sonnet that Bing Chat AI has produced is pleasant to read, is it in fact in the format that it is purported by Bing Chat AI to be?]

William

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https://forum.affinity.serif.com/index. … ts-not-ai/

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The linked article was in the "Edge carousel" this morning.

https://www.msn.com/en-gb/lifestyle/sty … r-AA1gPTKp

William

A link to a thread about the Google Bard AI system.

https://punster.me/serif/viewtopic.php?pid=4152#p4152

William

Yet I had done a New Topic.

I did look, a few days ago, at the rules about the Google AI and I saw that it could access "your" previous conversations in order to give the best results, but that seemed to me to mean that I could not experiment with it effectively as I could not reset it to have another go from a blank start.

The AI may know my location, or an approximation based on where servers are located, but that is a different issue as to whether the AI had taken note of an earlier attempt at a song about February.

Yet I am not sure of it all. Maybe ask the AI about December as if in the Southern Hemisphere, that is hot weather, without asking about December at all previously.

William

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Visually impaired artist Clarke Reynolds exhibits Braille work in London | AFP

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VA-hy0sPxec

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Quite by chance I saw a feature about the art of Clarke Reynolds on Sky News this morning, Friday 2 February 2024.

I have now found the following.

https://www.visionfoundation.org.uk/new … xhibition/

William

I like that sonnet.

William

[The following was written and ready for posting before seeing Paul's post]

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Please write a sonnet in the Italian style where the proposition is that when February is mentioned an AI system presumes that it is February in the Northern Hemisphere. When in a prompt February is mentioned as hot and is mentioned as followed by autumn, the AI becomes muddled and brings snow into the scenario. Please devise the resolution of the situation and describe the resolution in the sonnet.

Sure, here’s a sonnet that captures your proposition:

When February's name is softly spoken,
An AI dreams of winter's icy reign,
In Northern lands, where silence is unbroken,
And fields and forests sleep beneath the snow's domain.

But mention heat, and autumn's golden hue,
The AI stumbles, caught in contradiction,
For February's frost, it knows as true,
Yet now must reconcile this new depiction.

It searches deep within its coded mind,
To understand this riddle of the seasons,
And in its quest for truth, it hopes to find,
A world where February has two reasons.

In North and South, it learns, the seasons vary,
And thus, it understands, the warmth of February.

https://i.postimg.cc/LqtQRz3S/exit2.png


Please click on the image to produce an enlarged display.

William wrote:

I am learning Welsh with duolingo.com and eliffant a dafad was in an exercise and later draenog was mentioned. So I wondered, in a mix of fun and increasing my understanding of Bing Chat AI what would happen with the following prompt.

Please produce an original impressionist painting in the style of Renoir. Eliffant a dafad a draenog.



https://i.postimg.cc/9RGrc5GW/9b092538-9628-446b-9a18-215c4480cff0.jpg


Oh!

For the avoidance of doubt, Bing Chat AI has translated two of the Welsh nouns incorrectly, thus producing an unexpected picture. All four pictures are based on the same incorrect translation.

I find it quite interesting to ponder the sequence of events for that painting to exist.

An unintended image, yet an interesting one.

William

The song seems to blend the information in the prompt with Northern Hemisphere presumption.

William

[February as in the Southern Hemisphere]


Please write a song about February. Please write that February can be hot, yet February leads to autumn. Please include a bridge in the song. In the bridge please write about green leaves on trees will soon turn yellow and fall to the ground, being blown by the wind.

Sure, here’s a song about February:

(Verse 1)
In the heart of the year, when the winter is near,
Comes a month, oh so dear, it's February we cheer.
With a whisper so soft, and a touch so light,
It can be hot in the day, yet cool in the night.

(Chorus)
February, oh February, you're a paradox indeed,
You bring the heat of summer, yet to autumn you lead.
February, oh February, in your days so few,
We find the strength to bid the old, and welcome the new.

(Verse 2)
In your short span of days, in your subtle ways,
You remind us of time, in its relentless chase.
From the snow to the sun, in your swift transition,
You embody life's constant, yet beautiful, friction.

(Chorus)
February, oh February, you're a riddle wrapped in time,
A blend of seasons, a reason, and a rhyme.
February, oh February, in your mystery we bask,
In your warmth, we find comfort, in your cool, a flask.

(Bridge)
But the green leaves on trees, will soon turn to yellow,
And fall to the ground, as the wind starts to bellow.
They dance in the breeze, in a spectacle so grand,
A testament to change, that we all understand.

(Chorus)
February, oh February, you're a fleeting, precious sight,
A beacon of change, in the still of the night.
February, oh February, in your embrace we find,
The cycle of life, the rhythm of mankind.

(Outro)
So here's to February, a month like no other,
A time of transition, from one season to another.
With your warmth and your cool, your sun and your rain,
You remind us that life, is a beautiful refrain.

[I was trying to produce an illustrated story using the following prompt.]

Please write a beautiful, peaceful story about a lady travelling to a theatre and singing a song about February and being applauded afterwards. Please include within the story the lyrics of an original song about February. Please write in the song that February can be cold, there may be snow, yet February leads to spring. Please include a bridge in the song. In the bridge please write about daffodil bulbs hidden beneath the ground will soon put forth their green stems and yellow flowers. Please produce an original impressionist painting in the style of Renoir to illustrate the story.

Sure, I’d be happy to create that story and song for you. Here it is:

Once upon a time, in the quiet town of Aldington, lived a lady named Clara. Clara was known for her enchanting voice that could soothe even the most restless hearts. One cold February evening, she decided to share her gift with the townsfolk at the local theatre.

As she stepped onto the stage, the theatre fell silent. The spotlight shone on her, illuminating her presence. She took a deep breath and began to sing:

"February, oh February, you're a promise in the cold,
With your snowflakes falling gently, each a story to be told.
Though your nights are long and frosty, and your days are short and grey,
You're the bridge that leads us softly, into the arms of blooming May.

In your chill, there's hidden warmth, a secret held beneath the snow,
For beneath the frozen earth, life quietly begins to grow.
February, oh February, in your cold we find delight,
For you're the last winter's whisper, before the spring takes flight."

The theatre was filled with the melody of her voice, each note echoing the sentiments of February. As she reached the bridge of the song, her voice softened, painting a vivid picture of the promise of spring:

"But beneath the snowy blanket, where the daffodil bulbs hide,
Soon will sprout the greenest stems, reaching for the sky so wide.
Yellow blooms will kiss the air, a sight for winter-weary eyes,
February's end is but a start, a prelude to spring's surprise."

As the last note of her song echoed in the theatre, there was a moment of silence. And then, the applause began. It started as a gentle patter, like the first drops of rain on a tin roof, and then swelled into a thunderous ovation. Clara bowed, her heart filled with warmth, mirroring the promise of the coming spring.

I’ll try to create an impressionist painting in the style of Renoir to illustrate this story. Please wait a moment.

[But all four pictures have mangled lettering. Can we work out why?]



https://i.postimg.cc/mtJSDPSK/50aa98d5-03b6-41aa-9808-adfdbf3e3fef.jpg



https://i.postimg.cc/Lgn2xCwC/f3019b01-22aa-4031-bd30-dbbd8bc7bc40.jpg



https://i.postimg.cc/Ffsqbf2G/26a1ff54-5fcd-473c-af09-ca1560169f3b.jpg



https://i.postimg.cc/187VtwBQ/8d534f1b-d8e9-47a8-9a22-173c56fbc5e3.jpg