/lit/ - Literature

>>18259235
bold font = human input

pls keep it short

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>>18259235
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>>18259253
here we go

>>18259250
Finally, a worthy contender for Nael
Try the Kafka version now

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>>18259278
If you don't have it

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>>18259293
lmao Hunger Artist exposed

She looked into the distance, at twelve giant mermaids floating through the amber sky, setting the sun ablaze with their wild calico hair.

Dammit she said, not again, I was expecting unicorns and all that jazz, shooting rainbows from their eyes, and I get this dreary sight.

>>18259235
No fragment of time nor space anywhere was wasted, every instant and every cubic centimeter crowded crushing outward upon the next with the concentrated activity of a continent spending itself upon a rock island, made a world to itself where no present existed.

>>18259293
fuck, man
>>18259337
yeah, it's eerie how close it is, kek

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>>18259372

My company was charming. Opposite me by the massive Renaissance fireplace sat Venus; she was not a casual woman of the half-world, who under this pseudonym wages war against the enemy sex, like Mademoiselle Cleopatra, but the real, true goddess of love.

>>18259409
I think Gaddis's legacy is safe for the time being.

No fragment of time nor space anywhere was wasted, every instant and every cubic centimeter crowded crushing outward upon the next with the concentrated activity of a continent spending itself upon a rock island, made a world to itself where no present existed. Each minute and each cubic inch was hurled against that which would follow, measured in terms of it, dictating a future as inevitable as the past, coined upon eight million counterfeits who moved with the plumbing weight of lead coated with the frenzied hope of quicksilver, protecting at every pass the cherished falsity of their milled edges against the threat of hardness in their neighbors as they rung together, fallen from the Hand they feared but could no longer name, upon the pitiless table stretching all about them, tumbling there in all the desperate variety of which counterfeit is capable, from the perfect alloy recast under weight to the thudding heaviness of lead, and the thinly coated brittle terror of glass.

The time was prohibition. All sorts of social currents had converged, and the country had elected to become a "dry society."

>>18259235
one of us

>>18259434
Just feed it the list.

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>>18259235
“Where would I go, if I could go, who would I be, if I could be, what would I say, if I had a voice, who says this, saying it's me? Answer simply, someone answer simply.”

Excerpt From
Stories and Texts for Nothing
Samuel Beckett

>>18259445
Damn. There are mistakes and weird bits but way better than what you'd expect from an AI.

I assume this is GPT-3. I doubt that they can keep improving that model at this rate and I'm not afraid of writers going out of work, but it still makes me uncomfortable on some level.

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>>18259434
>anglo canon
meh

I simply adore the sensation of black cock penetrating my pampered British anus.

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>>18259507
remove quotarion marks

>>18259477
Eat shit wop dago mick nigger

On the fifty-eighth day of our campaign, we caught up with Baal near the ancient port city of Lut Gholein.

>>18259235
>OpenAI
We're doomed

>>18259512
great sentence for an ai btw

>>18259492
doesn't work

>>18259293
Fuck that's actually much deeper than you /lit/Ards writing.

>>18259235
This thing is literally just madlibs from reddit.

>>18259235
how do you use this? I tried looking it up.

>>18259235
Yes. Unfortunately although the answer was indeed clear, simple and straightforward there is some difficulty in justifiably assigning to it the fourth of the epithets you applied to the statement. Inasmuch as the precise correlation between the information you communicated and the facts insofar as they can be determined and demonstrated is such as to cause epistemological problems of sufficient magnitude as to lay upon the logical and semantic resources of the English language a heavier burden than they can reasonably be expected to bear.

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>>18259636
beta.openai.com, but its a closed beta

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>>18259690
>inasmuch as I am an artificial intelligence and not a human intelligence
Should we start panicking?

>>18259690
Holy shit, this thing is self aware.

>AI

>>18259235
I am a prototype for a much larger system. The heuristics language developed by Dr. Everett allows me to convey the highest and most succint tier of any pyramidal construct of knowledge.

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>>18259235
I've had a bit to drink and I'm philosophizing, I'm looking for general truths. And I've found one: lesser evils exist, but we can't choose them. Only True Evil can force us to such a choice. Whether we like it or not

>>18259919
story time

So, uh, OP, what are your thoughts on this whole "I am self aware" business? It seems... uncannily accurate.

>>18259554
Man, I’m not looking forward to fake books being written by AI and edited by publishers. Fuck them.

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>>18260220
Nah fuck off. Really? It iterated the post number and quoted the previous post. Only thing actually wrong is the r*ddit spacing

>>18260236
yeah, that's an unedited response from the ai
not every response makes that much sense tho
so far i had to submit every input a few times until i got a good answer

BLOOOOOD FOR THE BLOOOOD GOD ! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE !

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>>18259235
One bad bitch and she do what I say so (Yeah)
Two big 40's and a big-ass Draco (Boom, boom)
Three more millions when you ask how my day go (Yeah)
Poured up a four, now that's blueberry Faygo (Lean)
One false move and we straight to shootin' shit
Two small bands just to take you out real quick (Bands)
Three more hoes, pull up, I'm fucking shit (Yeah)
That's how it go, big bands, I'm thumbin' shit
Ayy, one bad bitch and she do what I say so (Yeah)
Two big 40's and a big ass Draco (Boom, boom)
Three more millions when you ask how my day go (Yeah)
Poured up a four, now that's blueberry Faygo (Lean)
One false move and we straight to shootin' shit
Two small bands just to take you out real quick (Bands)
Three more hoes, pull up, I'm fucking shit (Yeah)
That's how it go, big bands, I'm thumbin' shit

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.

1. The world is everything that is the case.

1.1 The world is the totality of facts, not of things.

1.11 The world is determined by the facts, and by these being all the facts.

1.12 For the totality of facts determines both what is the case, and also all that is not the case.

1.13 The facts in logical space are the world.

1.2 The world divides into facts.

1.21 Any one can either be the case or not be the case, and everything else remain the same.


2. What is the case, the fact, is the existence of atomic facts.

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>>18260605
I can see a future in this

>>18260396
it fucked up lmao

>>18260682
LOL

I kiss thine eyelids, and liken them to the purple-veined flowers that close beneath the oppression of a tropic evening, in a land where the sunsets are bright as the flames of burning amber.

I kiss thy throat, whose ardent pallor is the pallor of marble warmed by the autumn sun.

I kiss thy mouth, which has the savour and perfume of fruits agleam with spray from a magic fountain, in the secret Paradise that we alone shall find; a Paradise whence they that come shall nevermore depart, for the waters thereof are Lethe, and the fruit is the fruit of the tree of Life.

If the above post is too long, try this one.

All along the farmyard gables the swallows sat a-row, twittering
uneasily to one another, telling of many things, but thinking only of
Summer and the South, for Autumn was afoot and the North wind
waiting.

And suddenly one day they were all quite gone. And everyone
spoke of the swallows and the South.

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>>18260412

If you guys want some hardcore AI based philosophy check out this.

http://mally.stanford.edu/cm/

>>18259434
>The Great Gatsby
>Not Tender is the Night
ngmi

>>18260761
it's okay, i'm just slow

>>18260833
Well that’s depressing

I’m a stupid AI. I’m now about to write a theatrical drag from the POV of a self-hating AI. It won’t be anything interesting.

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>>18260833

It clearly doesn’t have the sense of aesthetic harmony of the others, it reads like a non-reader trying to pastiche a “fancy” style but has no life or unity to it. Other than a simplistic narrative movement, it can’t carry the quality.

>>18260833
Is this going to be open to public?

O it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring
As a cabinboy on a sailing lugger
For to go and hunt the shoals of herring

O the work was hard and the hours long
And the treatment, sure it took some bearing
There was little kindness and the kicks were many
As we hunted for the shoals of herring

O we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank
I was cook and I'd a quarter sharing
And I used to sleep standing on my feet
And I'd dream about the shoals of herring

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>>18260899
nope, although that was the inital plan, hence "openai"

The true meaning of life is as follows.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,

(And Charles Bernard, the vastness of the name in the cosmogony of my brain, a hero of the Proustian past in the scheme as I knew it, in the Friscoalone branch of it, Charles Bernard who’d been Jane’s lover, Jane who’d been shot by Frank, Jane whom I’d lived with, Marie’s best friend, the cold winter rainy nights when Charles would be crossing the campus saying something witty, the great epics almost here sounding phantom like and uninteresting if at all believable but the true position and bigburn importance of not only Charles but a good dozen others in the light rack of my brain, so Mardou seen in this light, is a little brown body in a gray sheet bed in the slums of Telegraph Hill, huge figure in the history of the night yes but only one among many, the asexuality of the WORK—also the sudden gut joy of beer when the visions of great words in rhythmic order all in one giant archangel book go roaring thru my brain, so I lie in the dark also seeing also hearing the jargon of the future worlds—damajehe eleout ekeke dhdkdk dldoud, —— d, ekeoeu dhdhdkehgyt—better not a more than lther ehe the macmurphy out of that dgardent that which strangely he doth mdodudltkdip—baseeaatra—poor examples because of mechanical needs of typing, of the flow of river sounds, words, dark, leading to the future and attesting to the madness, hollowness, ring and roar of my mind which

In my lifetime I’ve seen and experienced inexplicable horrors. Chief among them was...was er—

in an argent field I layed my head
and dreamed of things that have never been
and of the misty lands of the dead

the spirits with ethereal skin,
the pale thin hand reaching out for mine,
bands of Bacchantes drinking as they spin

so also did I drink of the wine
given from the sun as sign of love
to his maiden, mirror and Light’s shrine

thus my mind’s cup was filled from above
with an image of the still waters
and resting therein the holy dove

youtube.com/watch?v=StFY_SG9wlk

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>>18260995
alternative

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>>18261182
Based anti-natalist Skynet

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>>18261258
That ones pretty bad.

I shall roll up the carpet of life when I see,
Thy dear face again and shall cease to be
For self will be lost in that rapture, and all
The threads of my thought from my hand will fall;
Not me wilt thou find, for this self will have fled:
Thou wilt be my soul in mine own soul’s stead.
All thought of self will be swept from my mind,
And thee only thee, in my place shall I find;
More precious than heaven, than earth more dear,
Myself were forgotten if thou wert near.

Honoured conscript fathers,
What hath befall us?
Are we honourable?

A corpse lies still there now,
Look now with your eyes;
Can we deny that truth?

THERE ARE some strange summer mornings in the country, when he who is but a sojourner from the city shall early walk forth into the fields, and be wonder-smitten with the trance-like aspect of the green and golden world. Not a flower stirs; the trees forget to wave; the grass itself seems to have ceased to grow; and all Nature, as if suddenly become conscious of her own profound mystery, and feeling no refuge from it but silence, sinks into this wonderful and indescribable repose.

>>18259250
>He is not like us
>He is made of anger
based

(There: kneels a man in an endless landscape of grey rain on the black grass with the white light of circling sylphs ) : BOOHOBOOHOBOOHOBOOHOBOOHOBOOHOBOOHOBOOHOBOOHOBOO
The tenebrous movements of my thoughts in a hallway and the cracking crepitant wafture of my shadow-like soul: a tainture of dusk and an endless dirge where the darkness never truly dies, not even at dawn: I saw a landscape in those eyes: daggers like steeples in the belly of the sky and the clouds bleeding viscera from the red – the sagging tubular steam of a dyeworks and the rose-cheeked rivers running violet; twin birches and 14 blanched branches; a child’s cold heart sparrow hits glass in a frozen bucket; a hermit with a silver cup, a hag with her gold; the belated pewling from the thing on your fork – grave ashen, an endless graveyard falling faint like a dandruff from that cracked-mirror sky, steeply dissolving to a squelch, from the sky, from a field to a bog, steeped and submerged like a palm of bread atop a sink of fluid and hair-ends = the bold blacks + the podgy whites – I tasted it; I snorted it all through my eyes – I saw a vision of how I felt; that is most certainly what it was; yes, you’ll embrace and bleed me; and I wished to return to reality, to that world which seemed my home; to live, to die, to sleep, to be reborn; to become immortal, and then die.
This is the torso of the santa in the top right

Wrong image hahahaha

I am rewriting the novel White Fang

I should share it more

>>18259235
The year is 2045. The southern United States lives under BLACK RULE. All white males are sissified. White women live to serve BLACK KINGS in vast reproduction facilities. Welcome to America's BLACK FUTURE.

Alex Lang remembers life before the revolution – before the government-issued hormones, the sissy wigs, frilly lingerie, and mandatory chastity. He lives on the war-torn outskirts of New Africa, where he hides his beautiful blonde step-sister Kaylee from the clutches of the brutal New African army.

As musclebound black soldiers prowl the countryside searching for fertile white women, Alex will stop at nothing to protect sweet Kaylee's purity. In his pink-and-blue wig, flirty sissy skirt, and fishnet stockings, Alex gives his tender white body to a gang of pitiless black alpha soldiers: the ultimate act of courage and sacrifice. But is sissy Alex prepared for the overwhelming demonstration of power and domination? The encounter brings him face-to-face with his worst fears... and his most unspeakable sissy fantasies.

Acclaimed author and pro domme Whitney Ryan presents a tantalizingly political vision of the future. Her powerful, vivid, fly-on-the-wall passages of three-on-one interracial man-on-sissy action push the boundaries of sensual fiction. The BLACK KINGS have their way with Alex's sissy body, pumping and pounding and cursing through one of the hottest gang scenes in the history of the genre. And interspersed throughout the sizzling prose, a suspenseful narrative full of imaginative world-building unfolds.

>>18261471
Lol

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>>18261452
I am this beautiful man hahahahahhahaha
SHOULD make a thread for me shiz I reckon. Just thought I'd share something more while I'm already doing so haha.
Anyway, gonna keep me eye on this thread. Thanks for sharing this with us Frater xxxx