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Considering human imagination the last piece of wilderness, do you think AI will ever be able to write a good song? - The Red Hand Files

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What we all unequivocally value, readers and writers, all of us as enjoyers of creativity, is the mind-expanding energy that’s only found in art, in any of its forms, as a means to share the things that make our minds alike and the things that make them different. AI systems can do many things but they can’t — and never will be able to — expand our... See more

How to Survive as a Human Creator in the AI Era

Lots of people worry that AI will replace human writers. But I know something the computer doesn’t know, which is what it feels like inside my head. There is no text, no .jpg, no .csv that contains this information, because it is ineffable. My job is to carve off a sliver of the ineffable, and to eff it.

(William Wordsworth referred to this as... See more

Adam Mastroianni • 28 Slightly Rude Notes on Writing

I mean, we can’t out-AI an AI.
But we can out-human it.

Now is a time to lean into our humanity.
Yes, we can both do pattern recognition, and AI does it faster and more astutely.
But it can’t feel.
It can’t create the unknown.
It can only regurgitate.

These are the cracks in the pavement where living things sprout.
Where what is innately beautiful — life —

As Donald Knuth put it: “Ai has by now succeeded in doing essentially everything that requires ‘thinking’ but has failed to do most of what people and animals do without thinking …”

What do we have left that is ours and ours alone? Sensorimotor skills that are all but automatic, yes. Consciousness, yes. Emotions. Instinct. Appetites, impulses and... See more

Oliver Burkeman sums up my views on AI and creativity pretty well:

To start with, picture this scenario. You’re at home, feeling lonely and sorry for yourself, when the phone rings out of the blue. It’s an old friend, checking in on you. For an hour, you have one of those rare, wonderful, uplifting conversations; by the time you hang up, you’re