William ... Success using Bing

write a 19 line poem about the seasons

Sure, here’s a 19-line poem about the seasons:

In Winter's grasp, the world is hushed and white,
A blanket of snow beneath the pale moonlight.
Trees stand bare, their shadows long and lean,
In the quiet, crisp magic of this winter scene.

Spring arrives with a soft and gentle hand,
Awakening life across the land.
Blossoms bloom and rivers flow,
As the world revels in Spring's warm glow.

Summer's song is bright and long,
Filled with sunshine, and bird's sweet song.
Days of blue skies, nights of peace,
In Summer's warmth, all worries cease.

Autumn's dance is a sight to behold,
With its leaves of red and orange and gold.
Harvest time comes, as days grow short,
Autumn's beauty, a yearly report.

Through Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
The beauty of nature, captivates us all.

please change the last stanza to three lines instead of two.

Of course, here’s the revised poem with the last stanza in three lines:

In Winter's grasp, the world is hushed and white,
A blanket of snow beneath the pale moonlight.
Trees stand bare, their shadows long and lean,
In the quiet, crisp magic of this winter scene.

Spring arrives with a soft and gentle hand,
Awakening life across the land.
Blossoms bloom and rivers flow,
As the world revels in Spring's warm glow.

Summer's song is bright and long,
Filled with sunshine, and bird's sweet song.
Days of blue skies, nights of peace,
In Summer's warmth, all worries cease.

Autumn's dance is a sight to behold,
With its leaves of red and orange and gold.
Harvest time comes, as days grow short,
Autumn's beauty, a yearly report.

Through Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
The beauty of nature, it captivates us all,
In every season, we find a reason to recall.

So I asked Bing:
Why do you find it so difficult to write a 19 line poem

Answer received:

A 16 line poem!

Excellent. Your post, GB, shows one of the main problems with ChatGPT. That being that it doesn't always know when it is obviously wrong. It seems impossible that a program this sophisticated doesn't know how to count. It gave us 16 lines instead of 19 lines and had the hubris to tell us it was nineteen lines. It's like the girl with the curl. When she was good, she was very, very good, and when she was bad, she was awful.

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

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

I'm confused about the location and the action of Gratly's wife.  At the beginning of your story, John Gratly storms out of his house and commands "Ring the Police".  Is he commanding his wife?

William ... you lost me.  I read the opening of your piece about the "secretary-general" named Edith but I don't understand it. Explaining Localizable Sentences and grammatical stand-alone sentences seems highly technical.  The story collapses under the weight of technical issues that sound like a scientific paper. 

My two cents.

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

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

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.

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.

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.