Sasha Stiles: Oh, yeah. But before that, I want to say too that I was very interested in the pre-AI epoch, like works by
Alison Knowles, like her computational poem,
The House of Dust (1967). I've been very interested in reading
Christian Bök's essay about
RACTER and “The Policeman's Beard is Half Constructed” from decades earlier. There were a lot of other examples too, and so it was like of coming together and bursting out. But to your question about how it feels (and you know this better than most people too, because you were right there as well): I remember beginning
refract my human poems through GPT2, fine-tuning the model on a manuscript of my work, and then taking the first line of a poem I'd written and presenting to the system. I asked it to reiterate/revise/rewrite the poem. And it was fascinating, because often the system would do things that were very experimental, or conceptual, and that I probably wouldn't have thought to do. It was playing with (dis)appearance of language and words, repeating certain words over and over and over again, creating some kind of
computational litany, stretching outwards, taking vowels, and exaggerating them, creating all these really interesting, formal moments that I don't think were present in my work.