For my AI creative writing exercise, I first tried to develop a fictional story using the exquisite corpse style of writing. After a few back and fourths I realized that I am not very creative when it comes to fictional writing. Nothing that the GPT generated sparked creativity on my end, which made the story bland. I then tried to create poetry using the cut-up technique, and that was a bit more promising. I took a few lyrics from two random songs from my playlists, “Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls, and “Plush” by Stone Temple Pilots. I then asked the GPT to generate a poem using the lyrics I provided it. The poem that the AI generated used a lot of rhymes that still wasn’t going in a direction I found interesting. I then decided to ask it to write a song using the same method and lyrics I provided it. The song it generated was much like the poem in that it used a lot of rhymes that felt overused and at times did not make sense. I proceeded to continue to work with the generator to improve the song it provided. I noticed that with each tweak the direct lyrics from the songs become unrecognizable in the AI’s re-wording. Now I am in no way creative musically, so unfortunately this will not get any further than lyrics. But here is the song, after much deletion of anything mentioning the “night” “moon” or “whispers”/”echos” and my own editing.
Verse 1: Our bodies stuck in between lust and passion.
Though, with everything meant to be broken; This moment, a fleeting taste of eternity. A world where truths dress in the skins of our fears.
Chorus: Your truths, a series of closed doors down a hallway of mirrors. Your dummy caught on your thrown of my affluence. Your concern, a lamp with no bulb. Bleeding, the product of broken skin.
Verse 2:
Tomorrow’s lies, a spoonful of breakfast.
A hook on a line, caught in the flesh of deceit. Together, we embrace in inflamed choreography.
A dance with shadows cast by the fire of our making.
Chorus:
Your indifference, an insidious drip in my IV.
My warrant is your disdain. When all that’s known dissolves.
Bleeding, a friend I didn’t know I had for so long.
Bridge:
Tears that won’t fall, a drought in the desert of humility.
A battle in the silence where only ego stands tall.
Our reflection, a mosaic pieced together from fragments of the void, No longer recognizable by my devoted eyes.
Chorus:
Your apathy, a ghost wandering in daylight. Stitches unraveling across the tapestry of our being, thread by thread. Bleeding, the only existence of our commonality.
Outro:
This moment, an open can of despondency. Your liaison, an expected surprise.
Bleeding, all I have left.