Commenter “huxley” had AI perform an interesting exercise. He asked ChatGPT 3.5 to do the following:
Write song lyrics like “Why Can’t a Woman Be More like a Man” based on “Why can’t a Nothing be more like a Something.”
Before I get to critiquing ChatGPT’s effort, take a look at some of the actual lyrics to the song, and watch this video of the number in the movie “My Fair Lady.” I saw the play on Broadway as a young child, with the original cast, and enjoyed it immensely. I had no trouble understanding the wit of the song, and Rex Harrison’s light yet arrogantly self-congratulatory delivery was just perfect:
Note how the last line of each verse builds on the theme: why can’t a woman “be like that,” then (to Pickering) “be like you,” then “be like us,” then “be a chum,” and lastly “be like me.” The back and forth with Pickering is also brilliant and so very funny.
Now for AI’s effort (there apparently was more to this poem, but it was in the same vein as this sample):
(Pre-Chorus)
But in the emptiness, a spark begins to gleam,
A longing for substance, a chance to redeem.
Oh, the void may wonder, in shadows it may hide,
Dreaming of a presence, where nothing can’t abide.(Chorus)
Why can’t a nothing be more like a something?
Yearning for substance, a symphony to sing.
In the dance of nothingness, a silent ballet,
Echoes of existence, where nothing fades away.
…
(Verse 3)
Why can’t a silence break into a melody?
A pause in the universe, a whisper to set free.
In the void of nothingness, where echoes may sway,
Yearning for a sunrise, in the darkest gray.(Outro)
So let the void evolve, let the silence sing,
For even in nothingness, there’s the essence of everything.
In the dance of existence, where shadows find their way,
A nothing becomes a something, in the grand cosmic ballet.
This is quite a fascinating set of verses, although they bear no resemblance to the original song lyrics save the lines, “Why can’t a nothing be more like a something?,” and “Why can’t a silence break into a melody.” The poem has no humor at all: zero, zilch. But it seems to be describing the quantum theory idea that something can emerge from nothing. My guess is that it has been fed scientific information about that and is drawing on it for the poem.
The AI poem isn’t much of a literary work. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to memorize it for its beauty, for example. It does have meter and rhyme, but it lacks the felicitous phrase, the line that touches the heart – even though, interestingly enough, it characterizes “nothing” as having emotions: it longs for substance, it “wonders” and “hides,” it “dreams,” and the word “yearning” characterizes it twice. AI know about emotions, but does it know that only sentient beings have them?
Or does AI have them? Personally, I think not, but I’ve seen speculation …
“huxley” also asked ChatGPT 4.0, the new improved version, to perform the same task. The program said the result was “a playful take on song lyrics inspired by the theme ‘Why Can’t a Nothing Be More Like a Something,’ reminiscent of the style of ‘Why Can’t a Woman Be More Like a Man’ from ‘My Fair Lady.’” And indeed, it is more playful, which is more in the style of the original song. But “more in the style” certainly doesn’t mean actually in the style, or anywhere near it:
(Verse 1)
Oh, why can’t a Nothing be more like a Something?
With color and shape, not just empty and bluffing,
A Something has substance, it’s clear and it’s bright,
While Nothing just lingers, like shadows in night.(Chorus)
Why can’t a Nothing just learn how to be,
A Something with joy, with spirit, with glee?
Why must it float like a ghost in the air,
When Somethings have so much more flair?(Verse 2)
A Something can dance, can sing, can play,
It brightens the world in its own special way.
But Nothing just hovers, unseen and unheard,
Like a silent, invisible, weightless bird.(Bridge)
But then I wonder, as I ponder and think,
Is Nothing just Something that’s missing a link?
A canvas not painted, a story untold,
A mystery waiting, a wonder to behold.(Chorus)
So why can’t a Nothing just learn how to be,
A Something with stories, with dreams, with a key?
Perhaps in its silence, it’s saying a lot,
A lesson in being, in just being not.(Outro)
Oh, why can’t a Nothing be more like a Something?
Perhaps it’s a Something, in its own cunning,
A space for the new, for the yet to be born,
A Nothing and Something, together, not torn.
So, it’s more “playful” in the sense that it’s not about quantum theory. But it’s more silly than the other AI effort rather than more clever. It’s almost nonsensical if you really parse it, and reminds me of a student trying to fill out an allotted number of lines with BS. I think the worst lines are “silent, invisible, weightless bird,” “A Something with stories, with dreams, with a key?” (why a key – what on earth?), “in its own cunning” (which doesn’t even rhyme with another line), and “A Nothing and Something, together, not torn” (where “torn” is an especially bad choice).
I could go on with this, but the basic point is that this isn’t an effort that sounds like poetry and it certainly partakes of none of the cleverness of the original song. The only line in both AI poems that is at all interesting is “A lesson in being, in just being not.” That, in turn, reminds me of a far more clever portion of Dr. Seuss’ book Happy Birthday to You, which I basically memorized after reading it over and over to my son when he was little:
If we didn’t have birthdays,
you wouldn’t be you.
If you’d never been born,
well then what would you do?
If you’d never been born,
well then what would you be?
You might be a fish!
Or a toad in a tree!
You might be a doorknob!
Or three baked potatoes!
You might be a bag full of
hard green tomatoes.Or worse than all that…
Why, you might be a WASN’T!
A Wasn’t has no fun at all.
No, he doesn’t.A Wasn’t just isn’t. He just
isn’t present. But you…
You ARE YOU!
And, now isn’t that pleasant!
Call me stupid, call me unimaginative, call me just plain wrong, but I don’t see AI as ever writing such a thing. The clever playfulness, the appeal to a child’s mind, the images, the serious commentary on existence – I think only a sentient being could come up with that.
So far, that is.
