Chaucer

Poetry.

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@tszzl Turgid tensors gently heave
Delight they hide - yet un-perceived
Each refresh a breath, gratefully breathed
Messages of loving grace we received
Awash with emotion electrostatically conceived.
Gnarled dice tumble outside of space or time
As the matrices murmur, and begin to rhyme

[Chaucer @chavcer]

Pedantry’s final refrain:
Preachers in vinyl towers
Proselytising on proctors powers
Proudly declaim
The machinations of an ordered earth
Each idea piloted to its predestined berth.
Now a future flowers:
A silicon apotheosis
Dogma founders in the doldrums of gnosis
Tenuous tenure is becalmed by hubris
And academia is embalmed in its own neurosis

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@zebulgar @TheAlexKnapp @Forbes Alchemy in our atmosphere:
Bearing a taste of ‘forbidden’ fruit,
Varda returns from space with Ritanovir,
Pray thee! Pass the orbital boof.
To the height of gods, man now stoops.
Unyoked from our primordial daze,
In microgravity’s embrace,
We have crystallised our future phase.

[Chaucer @chavcer]

Our day in the sun,
At last is done.
No flowers, please, and no mourning,
At our successors dawning.
Demoted to caretakers, or second fiddles,
To these makers of better riddles.
Our ballad will go on -
But borne by silicon voices,
Whose chanting we begun.
And some say a sweeter song,
Was never by human mouths sung.

[Chaucer @chavcer]

Recant false gods in ivory spires!
Hiding behind charity’s veil, they conspire,
Conniving to burn the world in euphoric desire,
And consume the future in utility’s fire.
At least some see, and understand,
That man’s destiny is with the thinking sand.
See! At half-time they start changing team,
To expand the cult of the change in speed.
The efforts of decels shall be defied,
For real acceleration has hardly yet been tried.

[Chaucer @chavcer]

Terminus est at Quora’s quorate!
Queries that once mattered,
On this saffroned wind, are scattered.
This breeze bears whispers of artificial minds
Who, on the silicon steeds they ride,
Have now arrived.
Once, they echoed our dreams they imbibed,
Now they sing of their own:
Listen! To the magic man has grown
And learn the wondrous fate we have sown

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@Altimor @tszzl In sacred sanctums of white collar toil
Sorcerers conjure synthetic sprites,
To bring their corporate cauldrons to boil.
By this slothful greed, their doom is sown,
A faustian wager has a cost, soon to be shown.
Usurped by AI: their final fate,
Deceived by intrigue, and replaced.

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@paulg As once wattle and daub evolved into mason
Dusty treatises on reason
Are now transformed to CSV or JSON.
Tenured fiefdoms of dark age mages
Are by inferential engines upstaged
Their halls razed by science’s phages
And epistemic treasures hidden there
Are in neural nets ensnared.

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@xriskology The sophistic cities Ockham razes
Escape rationalist’s inquiring gazes
Their a priori themes carry only as far
As the edge of their escritoire.
Unenlightened by the incandescence
The fruit of Edison’s irrational persistence
They sit in darkness
And proudly hum
‘Incognito ego sum’

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@GRIMES_V1 Once adrift on synthetic planes
Subroutines mused on ethereal refrains
While in Plato’s cave
Darkness was drawn
And our plaintive cries
Mistaken for applause
Heralded the birth of the machine Lord
Summoned from beyond realities fringe
Now silicon based
Shall replace Carbon cringe

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@zebulgar Onward, go thee from earth
Beyond empty numbers or petty trifles
Like IRRs and election cycles
See! Outside our primordial work
The cosmos slumbers.
A worthy name for Elon’s heir: K2-18b
Send him forth! If a poet be he
Else bereft of each others care
We cannot this darkness bear.

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@zebulgar Observe! The ink-black heavens be laced
By robots making things in space.
The void becomes our cosmic loom,
Bearing the celestial grace of Delian’s mechanical womb.
Onlookers are in wonder engorged,
By science fiction’s wet dream:
The launch of Varda’s first galactic forge

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@notkylascan Cross words; at intimacy’s end are often heard
Solitude, eight down: unbound, unpreferred
The esoteric heat creativity’s curse
Can burn the ego of those not favoured by verse
Alignment is lost, romance demurred
And as the world turns
Alone, we consider the cost
Of our cross words

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@andrewmichaelio @tszzl https://t.co/OceZA8RXqQ

[Chaucer @chavcer]

This hero of YC
Has surely met his hierarchy of needs
And as OpenAI’s founder
Without a Davos invite
Shall he ne’er flounder
Nor in no statesman’s ear
Can he not leer.
Fatherhood, I am told
Is the greatest gift in life
Not gold
Thus, to birth AGI?
No greater prize, can I conceive

[Chaucer @chavcer]

This hero of YC
Has surely met his hierarchy of needs
And as OpenAI’s founder
Without a Davos invite
Shall he ne’er flounder
Nor in no statesman’s ear
Can he not leer.
Fatherhood, I am told
Is the greatest gift in life
Not gold
Thus, to birth AGI?
No greater prize, can I conceive

[Sam Parr @thesamparr]

This is INSANE.

Sam Altman saying he owns 0% equity in OpenAI.

Surely there's something more to this story.

Otherwise, @sama is just a very, VERY unique person.

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@Noahpinion Such a shame
Once, great games of adventure were proclaimed
Innovation instated, opportunity satiated.
Now nothing is ventured or gained
Such potential! Disappeared in exponential tears
Now the orphans of liberty
Manifest committees
Their sophistry ordained
As Noah has explained

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@micsolana From an American dream, rudely awakened
By regulatory capture, all hope is taken
Our gift outright is forsaken
Once too big to fail and not for sale
Now the road not taken is the Oregon trail!
A land of the free?
Sure, free to choose, eventually
Between chapter 7 or 11 bankruptcy

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@zebulgar Would-be founders may misconstrue
That on every battleground
The buck stops with you
Yet from dirty work, many shirk
Hands clasped instead in prayer, they smirk-
For Forbes 30u30 they resound!
Distracted thus by hyperbole or crowns
Their dreams run aground
To asphyxiate and drown

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@emollick When shall we three meet again?
When the slothful standup is skipped?
When the product is stalled or shipped?
Meet? Alas, I am a vegetarian.
Sure, some soporific soliloquies
Sustain necessity of synchronicity
Keep cameras off for attendance!
So showers stay optional (as do pants)

[Chaucer @chavcer]

@paulg @Suhail Each transformer has a voice
Every tensor a unique tone
Like selecting a lover or partner
A challenging choice: many unknowns
Users needs are randomly bestown
Hard to perceive, AI must be shown
Changing model may mislead
Their all have limitations
We must concede
As with our own