I'm Major Jackson and this is the slowdown.

And this is the slowdown. The great actor James Earl Jones departed this earth.

His passing reminded me of a hilarious app idea I devised at a party.

I called it The God Act, where the great actor would simply recite the 10

Commandments. When I imagined a deity speaking, I thought of James Earl Jones,

the rich baritone voice that gave us Darth Vader.

My friends and I were in competition to come up with the goofiest use of this new technology. This was in the early days. When app development felt

like travel into outer space, everyone schemed, had an idea that would attract some venture capitalists and rake in millions.

We joked about the phenomenon.

But today we are not laughing.

Instead of passages from biblical texts,

language models are being fed copyrighted poems and stories.

At a press conference in Hong Kong

for a poetry festival seven years ago, 20 poets, including

myself from multiple countries, were asked this by reporters.

Could AI someday write poems as accomplished as the distinguished

guess? There was immediate pushback. The poet from Portugal, I remember, spoke for everyone saying,

You need heart and blood experience to get at the truth of language.

Today's humorous poem parodies the mining of artistic achievements and the blurring of and Human Intelligence.

The Joseph Cornell App by David Rotterich. this guy, Cornell, who wanted to vindicate nostalgia as a feeling and hammered together

small boxes in which he'd placed aluminum flowers, magazine clippings, and picks of girls and ballerina poses, plus odd trinkets

he'd found on the street. The wiki says he had parasitic eyebrows and his arrangements were like breadcrumbs

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