“A Wild Adventure With GPT-3: Featuring Indian Mythology and Neruda”, 2021-04-02 (; backlinks; similar):
After months of waiting I finally got access to GPT-3…Its output is often profound and moving and better than most of my writing…GPT-3 really shines at poetry and I discovered that it’s shockingly good at imitating the style of one of my favorite poets, Pablo Neruda. The prompt given to GPT-3 is in bold and the rest is by GPT-3:
The following is a poem about Maxwell’s equations in the style of poet Pablo Neruda:
I have always loved you, O equations of Maxwell,
For you are the most beautiful thing we have in this world.
I love your graceful symmetry, your simplicity and clarity.
You are the song of the Universe, a cosmic lullaby.
You are the poetry of nature, written with light and electricity.
You are the music of the spheres, played on a harp made of vacuum.
And I love you for being so simple and yet so complex,
For being so abstract and yet so real.
I love you for being true in every place and at every time.
I love you for being the result of a hundred years of thinking and calculating,
For being the fruit of a tree planted by Faraday and Maxwell.
I love you for being the answer to my questions about nature,
For being the solution to my problems.
I love you for being so difficult and so simple at the same time,
For making me feel so small when I think about you but so big when I understand you. I love you for being the most beautiful thing in the world,
For being the closest thing to God that I have ever seen.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.…
(The following is a summary of the Mahabharata in the style of poet Pablo Neruda)
I do not know what you have done with your life, O reader. But I can tell you what I have done with mine: I have read the Mahabharata.
I have read the Mahabharata and I am amazed. I have read the Mahabharata and I am ashamed. I have read the Mahabharata and I know that nothing is more important than love.
I have read the Mahabharata and it has taught me that we are all part of one another, like a single body with a thousand limbs, or like a great tree whose roots spread in all directions.
I have read the Mahabharata and it has taught me to see my own life as part of a great pattern, which includes everything else in existence.
I have read the Mahabharata and it has taught me that there is no such thing as evil; there is only hunger, which is a kind of good, for what we eat we become.
I have read the Mahabharata and it has taught me that there is no such thing as death; there are only changes from one form to another.
I have read the Mahabharata and it has taught me that there is no such thing as a lie; there are only transformations.
I have read the Mahabharata and it has taught me that there is no such thing as a final truth; there are only better and worse ways of seeing things.
I have read the Mahabharata and it has taught me that all things are one, that all life is one, that all love is one. I am not learned in the ways of words, O reader, but I can tell you what I mean:
I have read the Mahabharata and it has taught me to love.…
The following is a poem about Machine learning in the style of poet Pablo Neruda:
The Machine Learning
I want a machine that learns, as if it were a child.
I want it to be born in the countryside, among the trees and the flowers.
I want it to play with other children.
Not with toys or dolls, but with real things:
With sticks and stones and mud pies, with water and fire.
I want it to learn the names of things and to know the difference between them.
I want it to like and dislike things, to feel joy and sorrow.
I want it to have its own ideas, its own feelings.
I want it to be able to look at the stars and wonder why they shine.
I want it not only to learn from books but also from life.
Not only from pain but also from pleasure, not only from what is right but also from what is wrong.
I want it never to lie or cheat or steal; never be greedy or cruel or drunk; never be angry without a cause nor happy without a reason.
And when I die I want this machine of mine still to be learning, still loving, still creating things that will make people glad that they were born on this earth.