Strong upvoted. I’m a hugefan of optimized combinations of words as a communication strategy, and have been for almost two years now.
I think that converting key x-risk ideas into poetry has a ton of potential to produce communication value from the creation of galaxy-brained combinations of words (including solving many problems fundamental to the human mind and human groups, such as the one mentioned in Raemon’s You Get About 5 Words).
I recommend pioneering this idea and seeing how far you can run with it; I think the expected value makes it worth trying, even if there’s a risk that it won’t work out, or that you won’t be the one credited for getting it going.
(As a side note, I also think it’s valuable to say at the beginning whether LLM generation was used and to what extent. It might seem obvious to you, and it probably actually is obvious that this is human-written to people with tons of experience with both poetry and LLMs, but LLM capabilities are always changing, and modern readers might need to feel reassured, especially for people new to poetry. Skill building for Cyborg poetry might be high EV too, and it might be important to be an early adopter so that EA will be the first to ride the wave when things get serious).
Thanks so much! I will consider a new career path in x-risk poetry :)
Good point. I didn’t use LLMs to write this, in fact I was camping with no internet.
I agree that LLMs are getting very good at this. I might feel sad to see them produce a better poem on Chapter 4, but this seems to be the direction we are headed. I will have a discussion with the AIs and see if we can write a better poem together.
I have spoken to Claude, and I gave them the relevant sections (Nuclear Weapons and Climate Change) of this summary of the Precipice. Claude has produced the following poem:
Three a.m. sirens blare, missiles incoming, Mere minutes until worlds end for millions.
False alarm — but thirty-two close calls in counting, Our luck nearly expired so many times then.
Carbon dioxide blankets the earth Once crucial for life, now disruptive change.
And while we’ll likely limp on short of annihilation, What shared trials await this civilization? Cautionary tales demand consideration — Action must match the stakes of our situation.
I don’t quite understand the spacing, but I am impressed with Claude, as usual.
Strong upvoted. I’m a huge fan of optimized combinations of words as a communication strategy, and have been for almost two years now.
I think that converting key x-risk ideas into poetry has a ton of potential to produce communication value from the creation of galaxy-brained combinations of words (including solving many problems fundamental to the human mind and human groups, such as the one mentioned in Raemon’s You Get About 5 Words).
I recommend pioneering this idea and seeing how far you can run with it; I think the expected value makes it worth trying, even if there’s a risk that it won’t work out, or that you won’t be the one credited for getting it going.
(As a side note, I also think it’s valuable to say at the beginning whether LLM generation was used and to what extent. It might seem obvious to you, and it probably actually is obvious that this is human-written to people with tons of experience with both poetry and LLMs, but LLM capabilities are always changing, and modern readers might need to feel reassured, especially for people new to poetry. Skill building for Cyborg poetry might be high EV too, and it might be important to be an early adopter so that EA will be the first to ride the wave when things get serious).
Thanks so much! I will consider a new career path in x-risk poetry :)
Good point. I didn’t use LLMs to write this, in fact I was camping with no internet.
I agree that LLMs are getting very good at this. I might feel sad to see them produce a better poem on Chapter 4, but this seems to be the direction we are headed. I will have a discussion with the AIs and see if we can write a better poem together.
I have spoken to Claude, and I gave them the relevant sections (Nuclear Weapons and Climate Change) of this summary of the Precipice. Claude has produced the following poem:
Three a.m. sirens blare, missiles incoming,
Mere minutes until worlds end for millions.
False alarm — but thirty-two close calls in counting,
Our luck nearly expired so many times then.
Carbon dioxide blankets the earth
Once crucial for life, now disruptive change.
Four hundred twelve parts per million and rising
Warming accelerates, fuels feedback loops strange.
Uncertainty prevails despite best detections
Nine degrees? Twelve? Impacts we can’t predict.
Coastlines submerged, searing summers stretching
Mass extinctions that experts can’t contradict.
And while we’ll likely limp on short of annihilation,
What shared trials await this civilization?
Cautionary tales demand consideration —
Action must match the stakes of our situation.
I don’t quite understand the spacing, but I am impressed with Claude, as usual.