Emperor Abby (the first pope)

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The human-written stories are also incredibly specific, focused on small details, whereas the llm-generated ones have a vagueness that seems universal, like a fortune cookie. Compare the part about chickens in Inisfree (3rd story) to its ai-generated counterpart.

Emperor Abby (the first pope)@arobertswrites.com · 2h ago

I do want to point out that the stories being compared are short, thematic, and not plot-focused. The llm wasn't prompted to generate an 80,000 word novel with multiple characters and settings. I still doubt that it'd be able to produce coherent long-form fiction.

I recently found out about Aucassin et Nicolette and just read it and it is the funniest medieval literature I have ever seen. It’s an absolute riot. The hero spends the entire time sighing & crying & forgetting how to use a horse & Nicolette tells him to chin up and goes and solves their problems

He left him and Aucassin rode off. The night was beautiful and peaceful, and he rode on until he came to the place where the seven paths forked off, and saw before him the bower that you know Nicolette had built, and the bower was decorated inside and out, above and in front, with flowers, and was just as beautiful as it could be. When Aucassin noticed it, he stopped immediately, and a moonbeam fell onto it.
"Oh God!" said Aucassin, "it was my sweet love Nicolette who built this with her fair hands. Because of her sweetness and for love of her, I'll get down here and rest all night long."
He took his foot out of the stirrup in order to dismount, but his horse was big and high, and he was so preoccupied in thinking about his sweet love Nicolette that he fell onto a rock so heavily that his shoulder was dislocated. He felt himself to be seriously injured, but he forced himself as best he could, and, using his other hand, tied his horse to a thorn tree and turned over so that he could get into the bower on his back. And he looked through a chink in the bower, and saw the stars in the sky, and saw one that was brighter than the others, and began to say…”

'You'll choke too' - an aerial embroidery landscape inspired by all the wildfires happening right now... I'm upset every time I smell smoke outside and somehow we have people starting them maliciously too! But we all breathe the same air so they'll choke too (1/2 - see thread for close-ups)

An embroidery hoop containing a sewn landscape from above. It shows a forest on the right, a line of fire and charred ground with smoke on the left. The smoke is felted wool.

To write in the classic high fantasy mould, you need not be hung up on food specifically, but there must be SOME very mundane thing you're sincerely interested in and prepared to describe in excruciating detail every time it comes up. Clothing. Furniture. Architecture. It doesn't work without it.

at least literature boys have read at least 2 to 5 mildly difficult books before: from what I hear, today’s pretentious boys now try to lord their genius and taste over the other college kids by citing their knowledge of stoicism TikToks made by guys who pretend to look like Handsome Squidward

and look - I’ll take a boy who has mildly annoying takes on modernist novels, noise bands, and Leonard Cohen over a boy who cares for no one and nothing but meme stocks and anabolic steroids ANY day

can’t believe our current all-ages literacy crisis is making me a little nostalgic for the pretentious “we publish experimental poetry chapbooks and have strong opinions on Melville and the 1800s fur trade” Literature Boys of my college years in the late 2000s/early 2010s.