An excellent piece. Thank you for putting your finger on the vague but indefinable unease I've been feeling about AI "art" that goes beyond its role in taking work away from real human artists.
I’m really glad you found it useful! I think a lot about my pieces when I write them, and these days, I find that there’s so many new feelings that seem evasive and ephemeral. Having confirmation that others feel similar is much appreciated!
It's helpful because you really nail it, especially with your examples. It's not just a refusal to embrace the march of "progress" that keeps writers and artists from accepting AI "help," or stops discerning readers and observers from erasing the boundaries from human vs. AI sources of what they perceive as real art. John Oliver recently did a piece on "AI slop" that looked at a super popular country band that was all AI generated, and maybe the difference is too subtle for some, or actually a good thing for people like this Atlantic writer who just wants to numb the pain of real living in this imperfect world, but for me the difference was stark. It's an empty vessel that parrots tropes it finds in the wild but mindlessly and repetitively, and the poetry generated feels like it comes from a sappy emo teenager writing bad love songs. Not that that's terrible, but there's no deepening brought on by maturity, experience and learning the craft as there is (potentially) for the teenager.
An excellent piece. Thank you for putting your finger on the vague but indefinable unease I've been feeling about AI "art" that goes beyond its role in taking work away from real human artists.
I’m really glad you found it useful! I think a lot about my pieces when I write them, and these days, I find that there’s so many new feelings that seem evasive and ephemeral. Having confirmation that others feel similar is much appreciated!
It's helpful because you really nail it, especially with your examples. It's not just a refusal to embrace the march of "progress" that keeps writers and artists from accepting AI "help," or stops discerning readers and observers from erasing the boundaries from human vs. AI sources of what they perceive as real art. John Oliver recently did a piece on "AI slop" that looked at a super popular country band that was all AI generated, and maybe the difference is too subtle for some, or actually a good thing for people like this Atlantic writer who just wants to numb the pain of real living in this imperfect world, but for me the difference was stark. It's an empty vessel that parrots tropes it finds in the wild but mindlessly and repetitively, and the poetry generated feels like it comes from a sappy emo teenager writing bad love songs. Not that that's terrible, but there's no deepening brought on by maturity, experience and learning the craft as there is (potentially) for the teenager.