Three Plumbers with Pipes and Tools — tintype ( cc MET, 2015.400.152) — Bequest of Herbert Mitchell, 2008

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Flow my tears, said the pipe-fitter

Antoine Valot

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Eight poems co-authored with Artificial Intelligence.

To generate these eight poems, I fed the GPT3 poetry tool at Sudowrite the title above, the same four starter lines you’ll see below in italics, and a changing “topic”, shown below as the subtitle for each poem. It then wrote the rest. I added a few paragraph breaks where they seemed logical to me.

As often is the case with AI, you get what you put in. The uncommon, slightly absurd nature of the seed lines helped put some spice into the mix, and GPT3 made good use of that stating material.

Enjoy!

Topic: Ominous

The plumbers came out under cover of night
Their tools glistening in the moonlight
Stars glittering upon their monkeywrenches
And the mud they furrowed into long trenches

Trenches once bordered by flowerbeds
Trenches where the pipes were laid
A pipe-fitter’s tears are thick with grease
They flow rivulets of sorrow through the mud

That he must break earth to lay a pipe
He labors in the dark, earth in his nails
And a deep despair that will not vanish

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