776 Reply by William

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In a novel, within the story there is a restaurant located in a rural part of the countryside, and in the restaurant there is a private dining room where up to eight people may dine or hold a meeting. The room is called The Incunabula Room and has as decorations on its walls framed reproductions of pages of Incunabula. There are some pages with illustrations, such as from the second edition of The Canterbury Tales printed by William Caxton. Please write a story, a poem, a song that includes a bridge, and a villanelle about The Incunabula Room and the framed reproductions of pages of Incunabula that are displayed on its walls.

Sure, I’d be happy to create a story, a poem, a song, and a villanelle about The Incunabula Room. Here they are:

Story:

In the heart of the countryside, nestled amidst the rolling hills and whispering willows, stood a quaint restaurant. This was no ordinary eatery, for it housed a secret treasure - The Incunabula Room. A private dining room, it was a sanctuary for those seeking solitude or intimate gatherings. The room was adorned with framed reproductions of pages from Incunabula, each one a testament to the rich tapestry of history. Among them, a page from the second edition of The Canterbury Tales printed by William Caxton held a place of honor. The room, with its ancient echoes, was a haven for lovers of literature and history, a place where the past and present intertwined in a beautiful dance.

Poem:

In the heart of the countryside, serene and bright,
Stands a restaurant, bathed in soft moonlight.
Within its walls, a room does dwell,
The Incunabula Room, where stories swell.

Framed pages of history grace its walls,
Echoes of the past within its halls.
A page from The Canterbury Tales, a sight to behold,
A story of yore, in this room retold.

Song:

(Verse 1)
In the heart of the countryside, under the sky so wide,
There's a special place where history and present collide.
It's a restaurant, quaint and small,
Inside, The Incunabula Room enthralls us all.

(Chorus)
Oh, The Incunabula Room, where stories come alive,
In the quiet countryside, where memories thrive.
Framed pages on the wall, whispering tales of yore,
In The Incunabula Room, history we explore.

(Bridge)
Under the soft glow of the chandelier,
We feel the past drawing near.
A page from The Canterbury Tales, in a frame,
In this room, we're all part of the game.

(Chorus)
Oh, The Incunabula Room, where stories come alive,
In the quiet countryside, where memories thrive.
In this room, under the soft candlelight,
We travel back in time, into the night.

(Outro)
In The Incunabula Room, as the day fades,
We're lost in the beauty of the Incunabula pages.

Villanelle:

In the countryside, a room does dwell,
Adorned with stories, the walls do tell.
The Incunabula Room, a sight so well.

Framed pages of history, casting a spell,
In the heart of the restaurant, where we fell.
In the countryside, a room does dwell.

A page from The Canterbury Tales, rings a bell,
A story of yore, in this room retold so well.
The Incunabula Room, a sight so well.

In the quiet countryside, under the sky so wide,
The Incunabula Room, our hearts do swell.
In the countryside, a room does dwell.

In this room, under the soft candlelight,
We're lost in the beauty of the Incunabula pages, so bright.
The Incunabula Room, a sight so well,
In the countryside, a room does dwell.

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Thank you.

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You’re welcome! If you have any other requests, feel free to ask. X

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777 Reply by William

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In a novel, within the story there is a restaurant, and in the restaurant there is a private dining room where up to eight people may dine or hold a meeting. The room is called The Incunabula Room and has as decorations on its walls framed reproductions of pages of Incunabula. There are some pages with illustrations, such as from the second edition of The Canterbury Tales printed by William Caxton. Please write a story, a poem, a song, and a villanelle about The Incunabula Room and the framed reproductions of pages of Incunabula that are displayed on its walls.

Sure, I’d be happy to create a story, a poem, a song, and a villanelle about The Incunabula Room and the framed reproductions of pages of Incunabula that are displayed on its walls.

Story:

In the heart of the city, there was a restaurant known for its unique charm. The restaurant housed a private dining room, The Incunabula Room, a sanctuary for those seeking a quiet retreat. The room, adorned with framed reproductions of pages from Incunabula, was a testament to the beauty of the past. Among the pages, the second edition of The Canterbury Tales printed by William Caxton held a place of honor. The room, with its rich history, was a haven for many, a place where stories unfolded and memories were made.

Poem:

In the heart of the city's bustling crowd,
Lies a room where silence is allowed.
The Incunabula Room, a sight to behold,
With tales of yore and secrets untold.

Framed pages of Incunabula grace its walls,
Echoing through time's hallowed halls.
A page from The Canterbury Tales stands apart,
A testament to Caxton's art.

In this room of quiet repose,
A world of history unfurls and grows.

Song:

(Verse 1)
In the heart of the city, under the moon's soft light,
Lies a room filled with stories, shining bright.
The Incunabula Room, where time stands still,
Where the air is filled with a historical thrill.

(Chorus)
Oh, the Incunabula Room, where the past comes alive,
In the heart of the city, where memories thrive.
With the pages of history on its walls,
The Incunabula Room quietly calls.

(Verse 2)
The Canterbury Tales, in a frame of gold,
A story of time, a tale of old.
Printed by Caxton, a treasure so rare,
In the Incunabula Room, history's lair.

(Chorus)
Oh, the Incunabula Room, a step back in time,
A symphony of history, a silent chime.
With the pages of history on its walls,
The Incunabula Room quietly calls.

Villanelle:

In the city's heart, a room resides,
Where history's echo never subsides.
The Incunabula Room, a sight to behold,
A sanctuary of stories, a fortress of old.

Pages of Incunabula adorn the walls,
In the city's heart, a room resides.
A testament to time, to history's calls,
A room where the spirit of the past abides.

The Canterbury Tales, a treasure so rare,
In the city's heart, a room resides.
Printed by Caxton, with such care,
In the Incunabula Room, where history presides.

So here's to the room, where time has stalled,
To the Incunabula Room, and the tales it hides.
In the city's heart, a room resides,
A sanctuary of stories, a fortress of old.

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Thank you. Actually, what you present as a villanelle does not have the structure of a villanelle. Could you try again to write a villanelle please?

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I apologize for the oversight. You’re right, a villanelle has a specific structure that I didn’t follow in my previous response. Here’s a new attempt:

In the city's heart, a room resides,
A sanctuary of stories, a fortress of old.
The Incunabula Room, where history abides.

Pages of Incunabula, time's tides,
Echoing tales that were once told.
In the city's heart, a room resides.

The Canterbury Tales, a treasure that guides,
A testament to time, a tale bold.
The Incunabula Room, where history abides.

A room of silence, where time hides,
In the city's heart, a story unfolds.
In the city's heart, a room resides.

A sanctuary of stories, where the past confides,
In the Incunabula Room, tales of old are retold.
The Incunabula Room, where history abides.

So here's to the room, where time has stalled,
To the Incunabula Room, and the tales it hides.
In the city's heart, a room resides,
The Incunabula Room, where history abides.

I hope this villanelle captures the essence of The Incunabula Room and its historical charm. Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like! X

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Thank you. Could you improve the song by adding a bridge please?

Absolutely, I’d be happy to add a bridge to the song. Here’s the revised version:

(Verse 1)
In the heart of the city, under the moon's soft light,
Lies a room filled with stories, shining bright.
The Incunabula Room, where time stands still,
Where the air is filled with a historical thrill.

(Chorus)
Oh, the Incunabula Room, where the past comes alive,
In the heart of the city, where memories thrive.
With the pages of history on its walls,
The Incunabula Room quietly calls.

(Bridge)
In the glow of the candlelight, the pages seem to dance,
Each one a fragment of history, given a second chance.
In the silence, you can almost hear them whisper,
Echoes of the past, growing crisper.

(Verse 2)
The Canterbury Tales, in a frame of gold,
A story of time, a tale of old.
Printed by Caxton, a treasure so rare,
In the Incunabula Room, history's lair.

(Chorus)
Oh, the Incunabula Room, a step back in time,
A symphony of history, a silent chime.
With the pages of history on its walls,
The Incunabula Room quietly calls.

(Outro)
So here's to the room, where the past is unfurled,
In the heart of the city, in the heart of the world.
The Incunabula Room, where history enthralls,
In the heart of the city, the past quietly calls.

I hope this revised song captures the essence of The Incunabula Room and its historical charm. Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like! X

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Thank you.

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You’re welcome! If you have any other requests or need further assistance, feel free to ask. X

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778 Reply by William

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Please write an original villanelle where the first tercet is as follows. She sings beautifully, With her hand she gives a tell, Instrumental music from a steel guitar.

Sure, here’s an original villanelle with your provided first tercet:

She sings beautifully,
With her hand she gives a tell,
Instrumental music from a steel guitar.

Her voice, a melody, pure and free,
In the crowd, under her spell,
She sings beautifully.

Her fingers dance, swift as a bee,
On the strings, where they dwell,
Instrumental music from a steel guitar.

Her song, it fills the air like the sea,
A symphony, none can quell,
She sings beautifully.

Her music, it's her decree,
Her story, only she can tell,
Instrumental music from a steel guitar.

And as the night falls, we agree,
In her music, we fell.
She sings beautifully,
Instrumental music from a steel guitar.

I hope you like it! X

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Yes, it is good, thank you. However, I am thinking of she singing and a man playing the steel guitar, so two performers, one singing, one playing the steel guitar, accompanying her while she sings and also playing instrumental parts while she stands silently waiting to sing again. So could you rewrite it please.

Of course, I can rewrite the villanelle to reflect two performers. Here it is:

She sings beautifully,
With her hand she gives a tell,
Instrumental music from his steel guitar.

Her voice, a melody, pure and free,
In the crowd, under their spell,
She sings beautifully.

His fingers dance, swift as a bee,
On the strings, where they dwell,
Instrumental music from his steel guitar.

Her song, it fills the air like the sea,
His melody, none can quell,
She sings beautifully.

Their music, it's their decree,
Their story, only they can tell,
Instrumental music from his steel guitar.

And as the night falls, we agree,
In their music, we fell.
She sings beautifully,
Instrumental music from his steel guitar.

I hope this version aligns with your vision! X

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Thank you, that is excellent.

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I’m glad you liked it! If you have any other requests or need assistance with something else, feel free to ask. X

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779 Reply by William

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Please write an original villanelle where the first tercet is as follows. Landscape where clear water flows, In lovely rural England, Where asparagus grows.

Sure, here’s an original villanelle with your provided first tercet:

Landscape where clear water flows,
In lovely rural England,
Where asparagus grows.

Beneath the sun's warm, golden glows,
By the river's gentle strand,
Landscape where clear water flows.

Where time quietly slows,
And nature's beauty is grand,
Where asparagus grows.

In fields, the soft wind blows,
Across the fertile land,
Landscape where clear water flows.

Through seasons, the farmer sows,
With a firm and steady hand,
Where asparagus grows.

In this place, tranquility shows,
A haven so unplanned,
Landscape where clear water flows,
Where asparagus grows.

I hope you like it! X

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Could you please use brook rather than river, and gardener rather than farmer, and bring in magpies and crows in the summer, and that in winter it snows.

Of course, here’s the revised villanelle:

Landscape where clear water flows,
In lovely rural England,
Where asparagus grows.

Beneath the sun's warm, golden glows,
By the brook's gentle strand,
Landscape where clear water flows.

Where time quietly slows,
And nature's beauty is grand,
Where asparagus grows.

In fields, the soft wind blows,
Across the fertile land,
Landscape where clear water flows.

Through seasons, the gardener sows,
With a firm and steady hand,
Where asparagus grows.

Magpies and crows in summer shows,
In winter, a snowy land,
Landscape where clear water flows,
Where asparagus grows.


I hope this version aligns better with your vision! X

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780 Reply by William

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Please write an original villanelle where the first tercet is as follows. When young a career in theatre thought she, Singing songs that many would hear, Yet a nurse she chose to be.

Sure, here is a villanelle based on your request:

When young a career in theatre thought she,
Singing songs that many would hear,
Yet a nurse she chose to be.

The stage's allure, as vast as the sea,
In her heart, it did endear,
When young a career in theatre thought she.

But life's script, as you may agree,
Is not always crystal clear,
Yet a nurse she chose to be.

Her voice, once free as a bee,
Now whispers comfort in the patient's ear,
When young a career in theatre thought she.

In scrubs, not sequins, lies her decree,
Her stage, the hospital, far or near,
Yet a nurse she chose to be.

Her song, now a soothing decree,
Brings solace, not applause, but dear,
When young a career in theatre thought she,
Yet a nurse she chose to be.

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781 Reply by William

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Please write an original villanelle where the first tercet is as follows. Art prints very carefully made, Many copies from an artist's thoughts, In many places now displayed.

Sure, here’s an original villanelle based on your provided first tercet:

Art prints very carefully made,
Many copies from an artist's thoughts,
In many places now displayed.

In galleries, their worth appraised,
In homes, their beauty daily sought,
Art prints very carefully made.

On screens, their colors never fade,
In books, their stories finely wrought,
In many places now displayed.

Through time, their value never swayed,
In hearts, their meaning deeply caught,
Art prints very carefully made.

Their silent voices softly played,
In minds, their lessons subtly taught,
In many places now displayed.

So here's to art, long may it aid,
In life, the joy that it has brought,
Art prints very carefully made,
In many places now displayed.

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782 Reply by William

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Please write an original villanelle about a breakfast in England that consists of organic Italian chopped tomatoes and white Basmati rice. Please mention the fields in Italy where tomatoes grow. Please mention the sunshine which ripens the tomatoes. Please mention the colourfulness of the fields with the red of the tomatoes and the green of the foliage of the tomato plants.

Sure, here’s an original villanelle about a breakfast in England with organic Italian chopped tomatoes and white Basmati rice:

In England's morn, a feast of colours bright,
Organic tomatoes, chopped, from Italy's heart,
And white Basmati rice, bathed in soft light.

Sun-kissed fields, where day meets the night,
Where green and red in nature's art,
In England's morn, a feast of colours bright.

Beneath the sun, in warm delight,
Tomatoes ripen, playing their part,
And white Basmati rice, bathed in soft light.

From Italy's fields, a vibrant sight,
Where tomatoes grow, and new days start,
In England's morn, a feast of colours bright.

The green of leaves, in sunshine's might,
The red of tomatoes, a masterpiece of art,
And white Basmati rice, bathed in soft light.

A breakfast served, a true delight,
Of Italy and England, never apart,
In England's morn, a feast of colours bright,
And white Basmati rice, bathed in soft light.

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783 Reply by William

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Please write an original story about a United Kingdom government minister who issues a ministerial directive to Jobcentres that the word fail and the word failure must not be used in letters and documents produced by the Jobcentres.

[AI response redacted as a name was stated, though upon checking on the web it appears to be a fictional name, yet nevertheless redacted.]

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That is wonderful. Could you please rewrite it without a name of a person being stated please.

In the heart of London, a government minister known for innovative ideas and a relentless pursuit of positivity noticed a recurring theme in documents from Jobcentres across the United Kingdom. The words 'fail' and 'failure' were frequently used. Believing that such negative language could discourage individuals seeking employment, the minister decided to issue a directive.

The directive, carefully crafted to convey a clear and positive message, stated, "The words 'fail' and 'failure' must not be used in any letters and documents produced by the Jobcentres. Instead, use words that encourage growth and learning."

The directive was sent out to all Jobcentres across the United Kingdom. There was initial resistance, but the minister was patient and persistent, explaining the vision through meetings, speeches, and visits to several Jobcentres.

Gradually, the change took place. The words 'fail' and 'failure' were replaced with 'learning opportunity' and 'room for improvement'. The atmosphere in the Jobcentres began to change. People seemed more hopeful and motivated. Setbacks were no longer seen as failures but as opportunities to learn and grow.

The impact of the directive was profound. It changed not only the language used in the Jobcentres but also people's mindset. It taught them that there is no such thing as failure, only opportunities to learn and improve. This led to more people finding suitable employment, contributing to the economy, and leading fulfilling lives.

Thus, the belief in the power of words transformed the Jobcentres of the United Kingdom, proving that a simple change in language could indeed make a significant difference.

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784 Reply by William

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Please write an original, interesting story that has no conflict in it, is kind and gentle. Please do not mention the word conflict in the story.

Sure, here’s a gentle and kind story for you:

Once upon a time, in a land where the sun always shone brightly, there was a small town named Harmonyville. The town was nestled between rolling hills and a serene river that sparkled under the sun's rays.

In Harmonyville, there lived a kind-hearted baker named Oliver. Every morning, Oliver would wake up at the crack of dawn to prepare fresh bread, pastries, and cakes for the townsfolk. His bakery was a place of warmth and joy, filled with the sweet aroma of baked goods.

One day, a little bird flew into the bakery. It was a sparrow, with feathers as grey as a raincloud and eyes as bright as the morning sun. Seeing the bird, Oliver gently offered it a piece of bread. The sparrow chirped happily and nibbled on the bread.

From that day forward, the sparrow visited Oliver's bakery every day. It would perch on the windowsill, chirping a delightful melody that added to the bakery's charm. In return, Oliver would share some crumbs from his delicious pastries.

The townsfolk of Harmonyville loved this new addition to their mornings. The sight of Oliver and the sparrow sharing a peaceful moment became a symbol of kindness and gentleness in the town.

As time passed, the bond between Oliver and the sparrow grew. They spent their days in harmony, bringing smiles to everyone who visited the bakery. And so, life in Harmonyville continued, filled with kindness, gentleness, and the sweet aroma of Oliver's bakery.

And they all lived happily, basking in the warmth of the sun and the joy of each other's company. The end.

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785 Reply by William

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Please write an original, interesting story that has no conflict in it, is kind and gentle.

Sure, here’s a gentle story for you:

Once upon a time, in a world where every creature could talk, there was a small village nestled in the heart of a lush forest. The village was home to various animals who lived together in harmony.

One day, a young rabbit named Remy decided to explore the forest. With his parents' blessings, he hopped away, his heart filled with excitement and curiosity. As he ventured deeper into the forest, he came across a crystal-clear stream. He bent down to take a sip of water when he noticed a tiny fish struggling against the current.

Remy immediately jumped into the water and gently nudged the fish towards the bank. The fish, grateful for Remy's kindness, introduced herself as Fina. From that day forward, Remy and Fina became the best of friends. They spent their days exploring the forest, sharing stories, and helping other creatures in need.

One day, Fina expressed her wish to see the world beyond the stream. Remy, wanting to fulfill his friend's wish, thought of a plan. He found a large leaf and carefully helped Fina onto it. He then carried the leaf around the forest, showing Fina all the beautiful sights she had always wished to see.

Their unique friendship and kindness towards each other and their fellow forest dwellers created a ripple of positivity throughout the forest. The forest thrived, and the village became a beacon of harmony and peace, reminding everyone that kindness, understanding, and friendship are the most beautiful aspects of life.

And so, Remy and Fina continued their adventures, spreading joy and kindness wherever they went, living their peaceful and conflict-free lives in their lovely forest home.

I hope you enjoyed the story! X

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786 Reply by William

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Please write an original, interesting story that has no conflict in it, is kind and gentle.
Sure, here’s a gentle story for you:

Once upon a time, in a world where every living creature could speak, there was a small village nestled between the rolling hills and a sparkling stream. This village was known as Harmony Haven.

In Harmony Haven, there lived a wise old tortoise named Tilly. Tilly was loved by all for her kindness and wisdom. Every morning, she would slowly make her way to the village square, where the animals would gather to listen to her stories and advice.

One day, a young rabbit named Remy hopped up to Tilly. "Tilly," he said, "I want to make everyone in the village happy. What can I do?"

Tilly smiled at Remy's enthusiasm. "Remy," she said, "the secret to happiness is not in doing grand gestures, but in the small acts of kindness we show each other every day."

Inspired by Tilly's words, Remy decided to do one small act of kindness each day. He helped a squirrel gather nuts, he shared his carrots with a family of mice, and he even helped a bird build its nest.

News of Remy's deeds spread throughout the village, and soon, other animals started following his example. The village was filled with acts of kindness, big and small, and everyone was happier for it.

And so, life in Harmony Haven continued, peaceful and full of joy. The animals lived together in kindness and harmony, proving that even without conflict, there can be an interesting, fulfilling story.

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787 Reply by William

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Well, the link works for me, it is to the 1961 film The day the earth caught fire.

Are you outside the UK, maybe that could be an issue.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Day_t … aught_Fire

William

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788 Reply by William

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I think it was a problem, a problem need not necessarily be a conflict.

For example, this movie,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBHWWnzjDsI

William

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789 Reply by William

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgJ0tdAfvUk

"Diandl Musi" aus Aurach "Gassl Polka" zum Filmprojekt "Im Wandel der Zeit"has

Google translate gives

"Diandl Musi" from Aurach "Gassl Polka" for the film project "In the Changing Times"

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790 Reply by William

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Yes. I had been taught at the class to start off with a line such that readers want to know what happens.

I had learned this when for one exercise, I forget what was the overall choice of topic, I had written about a television broadcast from a fictional vote count on election night.

What used to happen in the class was that the lecturer would talk about something, whether a short story structure, or haiku structure, or whatever, that weeks topic, then set us a writing topic, then we would write for a while, during which she looked through what we had all brought in as writing done at home, then we had the Share, where we each read out what we had written if we so chose - everybody did.

My original version started off that it is election night, the vote is taking place, and setting the scene for the story, before having the story itself. The lecturer advised me that the story should start with what had been my third paragraph. So as best I remember, something like the following.

"You stupid fool - I was live on national television!"

and then had gone on to expalin that the man had said something about main candidates and minor parties and the man from the Restore our Railway Infrastructure party had interrupted him live on air with "Don't you minor party me - I'm as much a candidate as anybody else."

So that is why this story starts of with "Ring the police!" rather than starting off with him sat quietly doing his accounts. That he had been is explained later.

That is also why my two novels also start with something to try to get the reader's interest.

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~ngo/l … er_001.pdf

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~ngo/l … er_001.pdf

I don't particularly like conflict, though I suppose there is that sort of thing to some extent in my novels.

What do you think of this chapter please?

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~ngo/l … er_035.pdf

William

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791 Reply by William

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I have been thinking, starting before learning of the villanelle format, though I think it still applies as the AI system does not produce a nineteen line poem when asked for it as such.

The result of this thinking is, I think, one of those times where what I write is seen as either insightful or ridiculous, or somewhere in between, or maybe both simultaneously.

What I have decided, which helps me, but readers can, if they so choose, make their own decisions is that I feel there is structural similarity between AI, localizable sentences, and Google street view.

The AI produces poetry and so on that, in my opinion, is really good, but only if the format is what people have done before. The nineteen line poem as such could not be done.

Localizable sentences can be used to communicate through the language barrier in some particular circumstances. For example, with the existing experimental repertoire of encoded sentences about weather conditions, snowing, raining, and several others can be discussed effectively. Yet if one wants to communicate "It is frosty." it cannot be done.

With Google street view one can look around places, for example Chalons-en-Champagne, yet sometimes one might think that one would like to have a look down some particular road, and it is impossible, because the Google camera car did not go down that road.

Each of the three could be expanded, yet, if, say, "It is frosty." were to become added, there is still a problem if one wants to communicate "It is thundering."

Perhaps now we could write some nineteen line poems and post them, described as such, so that if Bing Chat AI is asked to write one, we can observe whether it reports that it was updated in 2021 or whether it will search and find them, learn the structure, and write one of its own.

William

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792 Reply by William

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Hi Paul

I am happy to discuss my short story and maybe I can learn.

Please bear in mind that for the course certificate, which is at Level 2 of the English system and is regarded as equivalent to 0.2 of a GCSE, students had, as well as participating in in-class writing exercises, to produce a portfolio of original writing and that the story was just one item in my portfolio. The class was an evening class. I feel that I learned a lot.

I have seen courses in creative writing advertised at various levels, up to Master level, which is level 7 of the 8 level English system.

William

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793 Reply by William

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pberk wrote:

But your solution, William, is pure gold.  You are a fountain of knowledge. I never heard of a villanelle. So, you see, ChatGPT is training us as much as we train it.

That is very kind of you, Paul, but it was not me that found the villanelle.

I had never heard of it before now.

But wikipedia had!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villanelle

William

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794 Reply by William

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I think that we might have something with the nineteen line poems, the AI has perhaps not met such a poem before.

On the matter of the short story, here is a link to one I wrote in the late 1990s, either during or after the duration of the creative writing class.

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~ngo/aoab0001.htm

William

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795 Reply by William

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The answer that the AI gave to you, Paul, leads me to think that I have spotted something that is worth exploring. The AI writes "in the data on which I was trained".

Thus far it has done well on most things but it did not get the requested nineteen line poem exactly correct, though parts of it such as where the problem arose was about right.

So I suspect the AI had no nineteen line poems to train upon, because I devised that format.

The structure of a problem arising the the problem gets worse then everything is resolved is what I was taught at creative writing class as how to write a story. I applied it to a poem here as my own idea.

Something I thought of years ago is the concept of microtime. It is only a sort of "get a feel for it" thing, but think in terms of, say, humans can experience separate seconds yet computers (back then!) could experience separate microseconds, so how long in our terms is a microhour, a microday, a microweek, a microyear, a microdecade? Put like that, although the speed at which the Ai is producing poems, songs, plays etc may in microtime terms be long enough for people to do as well.

Yet we are told that each session of us using the Ai is wiped. So even if a lot of us develop nineteen line poems then the AI, as we seem to have it available to us on the web, cannot learn from that except perhaps in the same session.

If in studying AI we start publishing on the web lots of nineteen line poems and Microsoft trains the AI on them, then maybe the AI will become good at producing original nineteen line poems. But what if several of us write such poems and they have different rhyme schemes? Maybe the AI would generate nineteen line poems in the styles of Paul, Alfred, Geoff and William.

Or maybe we should each invent our own original format for a poem and observe what the AI system produces.

William

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796 Topic by William

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I asked Bing Chat AI the following.

Is there a picture of a swan at the Rijksmuseum:?

Yes, there is a picture of a swan at the Rijksmuseum. The painting is called “The Threatened Swan” and was created by Jan Asselijn around 1650. The painting depicts a swan fiercely defending its nest against a dog. In later centuries, this scene was interpreted as a political allegory: the white swan was thought to symbolize the Dutch statesman Johan de Witt (assassinated in 1672) protecting the country from its enemies. This painting was the very first acquisition to enter the Nationale Kunstgalerij (the forerunner of the Rijksmuseum) in 1801. It is currently on display in the Gallery of Honour. The dimensions of the painting are 144cm high and 171cm wide.

https://www.rijksmuseum.nl/en/collection/SK-A-4

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Threatened_Swan

William

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797 Reply by William

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Alfred wrote:
GB wrote:

Actually the resulting poem I received is a bit of a disappointment, since it scans pretty well. Something Mr McGonagall seldom achieved! It appears Bing is a better poet than he.

I think you may be right, Geoff!  From what mercifully little I’ve seen of McGonagall’s work, he paid close attention to rhyme but scansion was sorely lacking in his great works.

Very off-topic, please accept my belated birthday wishes.  (Perhaps we should ask Bing Chat AI to compose a birthday ode for you, not necessarily in the style of William McGonagall!)

You could ask it for three, one in the style of William McGonagall, one in the style of Thomas Tusser, and one in the style of ... you choose.

William

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798 Reply by William

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GB wrote:

William,

Since you are unable to tell us what your object is in asking Bing to produce original poems (something that it has already clearly demonstrate that is well able to do) ...

To me that is like asking a football fan why keep going to football matches, particularly when the same two teams are playing each other as in a football match some time ago.

I am trying different things with the AI, sometimes running the same prompt as on one or more previous occasions. Sometimes asking the AI to change something, for example when drinking water from a river was mentioned I asked the text be changed, and the AI understood my request and changed it.

I remember reading long ago that running a software program can be like having a conversation with its programmer through time.

With something like telephone banking where one has a conversation with the automated lady there are lots of things that can be done yet sometimes one needs to ask the automated lady to put one through to a human adviser.

With the AI system, as far as I know, there is no such facility.

I am wondering with this Bing Chat AI system who or what one is having a conversation. Is it people in a team who set it up? Is it everybody who ever posted on the Internet? It answered my question about Gutenberg and ligatures by quoting what I wrote in the High-Logic forum many years ago.

I am thinking that asking for poems within perhaps constraints that were not anticipated by the programmers and people who set it all up is a good way to test the AI system. It seems to me to have done well with the poem in the style of Thomas Tusser, but it did not provide a nineteen line poem. So maybe I need to ask again for a nineteen line poem and if it does not arrive to get into a discussion about that with the AI system about that.

William

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799 Reply by William

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I have asked the AI the following.

Please write an original song in the same style as the song "coney island washboard roundelay" about an AI system generating song lyrics upon request by humans.

I have asked it twice and the two songs produced are different, but don't seem to do what is asked.

I need to investigate further.

William

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800 Reply by William

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoobJWtHGho

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