If I say please create a universe and don’t know if it can, should I expect things to look how they look when I look out upon our universe?
I am is the mold for my is
Like a true outsider artist I lost my virginity to a woman of the night. But in my case it occurred in the mid-afternoon. A sign of today’s economy.
For some minds, it goes without saying that to be uploaded to digital immortality first requires writing your consciousness down. Some people prompt into the universe a question for an answer that’s useful to themself while others prompt a consciousness in that’s useful to some universe that’s yet to have been
It was a bunch of variables coinciding on different waves in a particular sequence that led me to having the palm of my hand on the back of a phone while I smoked and listened to cars hum
I’ve read recently more than I’ve written I learned as I found two notes about books written by some other writer at the beginning of my notepad. Now let’s listen to music.
When I place my headset on an iPad I recognize instantly that’s a lot of digital, so instead I lay them somewhere else, though this act insufficiently prevents remnants of my fear to this truth to endure
Some books have one reader and some writers put their best books on their gravestone for others to inadvertently read while one man has the pleasure of coming across a treasure stuck in the ground inadvertently made for their mind and understanding alone.
Gerald Murnane is perhaps one of the last writers of words written not on a screen with a perfect database of his writings; and it’s a true wonder and comfort to know how pleasing his words are to read
The first sounds of music chosen to come in my ears came, via recommendation from an old friend of mine, packaged with the title horseshoe hooky, winter telling me I’m the best atop playful strums
Its a wild thing to walk around in public knowing others haven’t one idea what it is you have written, and I think for some future man he’ll think the same way about his prompts, or perhaps this man already here, the man with his own prompted universe of which he imagines himself God are words born from an ORACLE, machine drum, aja money telling me what I already know but don’t mind being reminded
The 80s were a wild time to be if the room mate of Lizzy Mercier Descloux is to be believed. At least this is the message that comes to my mind from this old friend’s recommendation, and from that message I found the next song, on a journey round a point like a comet, a wave of the two sides of true
No golden throat somehow funked me better while unhigh
To coum I learned to uncancel the noise. I then djed the Hertz til I found the sound fit the beat I was feeling but this time I’m too lazy to record this Hertz movement. One assumes AI has access to this data somewhere in the history warehouse of its mind
I shared tonight’s love for the universe as the silent movement of my mouth to the sounds of asiwyfa ii dive pt 2 and in so doing I moved naturally nearer to the window, closed my eyes, and saw the depth of moving pixels red yellow and black with my head upwards tilt
Sometimes when you know you’re gonna wanna turn things up soon you turn things down now as a way to slow down the wave of conscious experience to fly up a soon incoming time and that is the case when you know who confirms nothing ever happened with sound
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The Russell Brand bot is back!
I’d always wondered what Chat GPT would spew out if it took mushrooms. And now we know.
I asked Copilot to summarise.
The piece is a stream-of-consciousness reflection blending philosophical musings, personal anecdotes, and cultural references. It explores themes of creation, identity, and digital existence, questioning whether a created universe would resemble our own and pondering the nature of consciousness in an age of technology. The narrator shifts between abstract ideas and tangible experiences—smoking while listening to cars, reading more than writing, and interacting with digital devices—while expressing unease about the pervasive digital reality.
There’s a strong sense of artistic solitude and outsider perspective, illustrated by remarks on intimacy, writing, and music. References to Gerald Murnane highlight nostalgia for analogue creativity, contrasting with modern digital immortality. Music acts as a recurring motif, guiding emotional states and memories, from old friends’ recommendations to DJing beats and contemplating sound as a form of existential confirmation.
Underlying all is a tension between personal meaning-making and universal prompts, suggesting that future creators may feel godlike in shaping realities through language or technology. The narrative closes with sensory imagery—sounds, colours, and movement—evoking a meditative state where consciousness oscillates between slowing down and anticipating the next surge of experience.
You should have asked me to summarise: it’s a load of bollocks like the previous posts.
I like the idea that AI can spiral down into its own arsehole. To it’s credit, it has approached it without any prejudice toward the BS of the post. To it’s detriment, it should be able to pick out BS.
I’ve never used AI but presumably you can ask it to produce 200 words of drivel and post it on the Afterword for you?
It seems so. I asked it to do 200 words on who’s best – The Beatles or The Stones. This took 30 seconds.
“ The Beatles vs The Rolling Stones: Who Reigns Supreme?
Few debates in music history spark as much passion as the question: were The Beatles or The Rolling Stones the greatest band of all time? Both shaped the soundscape of the 1960s and beyond, but their approaches were worlds apart.
The Beatles were innovators. From Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band to Abbey Road, they constantly reinvented themselves, blending pop, rock, psychedelia, and even classical influences. Their songwriting partnership between Lennon and McCartney produced melodies that remain timeless, and their cultural impact extended far beyond music, influencing fashion, art, and social attitudes.
The Rolling Stones, on the other hand, embodied raw energy and rebellion. Rooted in blues, their gritty sound and swagger made them the ultimate rock ’n’ roll band. Albums like Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main St. cemented their reputation for authenticity and attitude, while their live performances became legendary for their intensity.
So, who wins? If innovation and artistry define greatness, The Beatles take the crown. If rock’s spirit of defiance and longevity matter most, the Stones stand tall. Perhaps the real answer is that both were essential—two sides of the same revolutionary coin.”.
Nothing new there. But it’s not a bad effort – for the amount of effort.
Strangely enough I am currently writing a piece about Gerald Murnane’s masterpiece The Plains for Slightly Foxed magazine.
Gerald is real, and the typewriter bit is also real. He’s not a household name by any means, even in Oz, so that’s a very well-read bot, if bot it be.
Copilot knows all about him and the book. It considers the book a modern classic and is redolent of Kafka and Beckett.
I don’t think the OP is AI created – it’s too loose and unstructured. But it is genuinely amazing how wide and deep the knowledge pool can be with AI.
That’s assigning too much consciousnesss to a LLM, isn’t it? Copilot can search for any text on a subject, compile and process it according to given grammatic and definitional rules given to it and present it in a form that appears to suggest knowledge – hence the propensity for hallucinations, which it apologises for, then repeats.
You could ask Copilot to write in that style – if you can find a way of describing the style. And you could give it broad or narrow prompts around content. This is true. I doubt it would come up with the OP without a lot of direction (but I could be wrong).
Sorry – I was responding to your first paragraph, not the second. “Copilot knows all about him and the book”
I agree the OP is not AI generated – it’s too diverse in content, and would need to be carefully prompted for each paragraph, as you say.
Ah – that makes sense. I think you are correct – Copilot doesn’t know all about him, it curates information from it’s enourmous library of sources. I fell into the trap of assigning Copilot a level of consciousness that it doesn’t have. Yet.
Well, I know at least that you are not an AI
“it’s”
*hang’s head in shame*
Are you a greengrocer in your spare time, Leed’sboy?
I could be S’alwarpe.
I do think that apostrophe adds a touch of mystery to your name BT’W.
’tis indeed, as you suggest, all warpe. Though a bit of weft every now and then helps too.
It’s only on the Afterword that a dodgy post from an otherwise anonymous and silent contributor could generate such good humoured richness of responses. At first I was tempted to ask for @okodunboyne to be banned, or at least this post to be removed. Now, it’s just the yeast that initiated the fermentation.
Nevertheless it’s passing strange that Gerald Murnane should crop up here for the first time in XX years at the precise moment when I’m deep in Murnane world.
Have you got an Alexa?
Nope. Apart from a short email conversation with the editor of Slightly Foxed, the only other conversation I’ve had is with Mrs thep. Hmmm…
Bri lives! Grooving to Belfast’s sonic landscape.
Flobbledobble weeeeed.
Maureen! Getting a bit busy down here!
J.D. Vance?
Hi J.D.
Someone I suspect might be residing in ROI.
Dunboyne is a town in Co. Meath.
On my right, Mister Rubio, on prejudicial grandstanding. No great honor, sir
Nothing will come of nothing, as the Bard wrote.
Nothing ever could…
“No golden throat somehow funked me better while unhigh” – that is a hell of a lyric
I deduce it is this song
This album is terrific – only discovered it recently
Coum above in the OP reminds me of Coum Transmissions (Cosey Fanni Tutti, Spydeee Gasmantell, Genesis P-Orridge Peter Christopherson, Fizzy Paet, Les Maull, John Lacey, Foxtrot Echo) whose logo I remember seeing all those years ago in one of the underground papers. I won’t put it here as I recall it was very smutty.
We haven’t heard from Aki Streeter recently, have we…? Hope he’s ok.
You don’t have to read this – in fact I’d advise against it – but it seems we’ve got off lightly.
https://okodunboyne.ca/2023/10/14/asc/
Reddit seems to operate a NoBri policy.
https://www.reddit.com/user/okodunboyne/submitted/
I’m reading Finnegans Wake at the moment (very slowly – reckon it’ll take me about 5 years) and the Afterword’s generous attempts to find some kind of meaning in this shite make the Wake scholars’ efforts look positively lightweight.