Machine Poetry¶
madness in her face and i
the world that i had seen
and when my soul shall be to see the night to be the same and
i am all the world and the day that is the same and a day i had
been
a young little woman i am in a dream that you were in
a moment and my own heart in her face of a great world
and she said the little day is a man of a little
a little one of a day of my heart that has been in a dream
Not the greatest poetic achievement in world history, certainly. (The two final lines are definitely poor.) But the worst? Anywhere even remotely close to the worst?
The author: “Deep Gimble I is a proof-of-concept Recurrent Neural Net, minimally trained on public domain poetry and seeded with a single word.”
(Submissions from literary AIs accepted at the link.)