Exploring and Evaluating Generative AI Number Five – Kickback and Compromise…

It is 18 months since my last essay exploring AI back in 2023 and there have been many developments since then – certainly more and more people, from poets of my acquaintance to businesses, have explored and made use of AI in one form or another and the industry is full of startups offering AI solutions in all sorts of areas such as creating training videos in which you prime the AI with the content you want delivered and the AI concocts slides with a voiceover or even a fully imagined video trainer to articulate your training needs.

Public awareness has continued to grow, the alarm over AI taking away jobs, or taking over the world and eradicating humans is perhaps less hysterical and the debate more focused. One way in which this is happening is that writers and artists have challenged the AI companies for the currently unregulated and voracious use of their (the creatives) material in training the AI’s LLM’s or Large Language Models. These are the vast bodies of existing work, written and visual, that are fed to AI’s and from which they both learn and plagiarise when prompted to generate an image or a piece of writing “in the style of”. When I first started exploring Generative AI, these ethical battlelines were not so apparent. Still, now we must seriously consider the ethical questions raised by how we choose to use AI – especially when we reference existing artwork or literature. You may feel that the damage is already done, the genie already out of the bottle and that there is no point in bolting the stable door after the horse has bolted, but the laws need changing to protect the copywriter issues advanced by creatives and perhaps there will emerge a statute of limitations so that older work, out of copywrite is usable whilst currently, copyrighted material is either out of bounds or attracts a fee for the use of… Below is an illustration I tried and purely for experiment, I asked for it to be “in the style of” Studio Ghibli – a Japanese animation studio based in Koganei, Tokyo. The exact prompt was “Alice in Wonderland at the Court of the Red Queen in the style of studio ghibli directed by Hayao Miyazaki

As you can see, Alice is there, in a dining room sumptuous enough to be that of the Red Queen but there are no other characters present and the AI (Midjourney) has become fixated on the Fly Agaric toadstools that Alice found the hookah-smoking Caterpillar sitting on. Does this image owe much to Studi Ghibli and Director Hayao Miyazaki – it certainly could be an animation style – I don’t know his work well enough – I just saw the style in a list of things you could prompt AI with and decided to experiment – but the fact that the AI recognised the name of Studio Ghibli means that it was trained, at some point, by looking at the studio’s work…

So I have decided, for three reasons, to be more circumspect about my use of “in the style of”. Firstly out of fairness to current creatives, secondly because it remains as difficult as ever to get AI to produce the image exactly as you have in your mind’s eye, and lastly I have made less use of AI images to accompany poems – in part because the brilliance of them, not only illustrates the poem but threatens to eclipse or distract from it. However, whilst I am a competent artist in some respects, I am not an illustrator with a wide range of drawing skills and so below, I am going to show you the blend of AI-generated image elements and their combination in PhotoShop to arrive at an image I had in mind for a commissioned illustration. My friend Melissa Lemay, is launching an online journal called Collaborature to showcase collaborative poems and works of literature as well as interviews with authors – she sent me her mission statement and gave me carte blanche to produce an illustration for the launch…

My idea is to have a woman absorbed in reading a book with a “thought bubble” rising up into a night sky showing the moon, and a rocket on it’s way to the moon – all inspired by her reading…

To begin with, I decided on a black-and-white illustration with “drawn” elements combined, which made it slightly easier to achieve consistency. Firstly I wanted a young woman but drawn “in the style of” the E.H.Shepard illustration from “Now We Are Six” by A.A. Milne. – or rather, I wanted her in the pose below, which is not quite the same thing…

The results below, despite what I thought to be a very detailed prompt describing the young woman, her clothes and her pose, was not right…

Black and white line drawing of a young woman wearing a sleeveless dress with hemline just above the knee lying on her stomach elbows stretched out and head supported by hands reading a book propped up in front of her legs bent at the knee and bent upwards in the style of E.H.Shepard

Cetainly I think the style has little to do with A.H.Shepard and in the lower left picture, the young woman, far from being excited, her imagination fired by reading, has fallen asleep! I tried making variations but nothing worked any better so I then decided to try for a picture of a young girl instead and got the result below.

Black and white line drawing of a young girl wearing a sleeveless mini-dress with hemline just above the knee lying flat on her stomach head supported by hands reading a book propped up in front of her legs bent back and over her knees in the style of E.H.Shepard

Once again we have a sleeping beauty, but I decided I could accept the top left image. Next I wanted to have a thought bubble form the girl, featuring a rocket to the moon inspired in the girl’s imagination, by her reading. I was remembering the Moon face in the 1902 film A Trip to the Moon (French: Le voyage dans la lune) by pioneer film director Georges Méliès.

And so I used the prompt “Black and white line drawing of moon against a black background in the style of Georges Melies” to obtain this:-

Nothing like George Melies’ image so no qualms about using the quite straight forward “drawing-style” moon. Next to a rocket, and I have always loved the rocket (was it inspired by the German V2 rockets?) from The Adventures of Tintin, the comics series by Belgian cartoonist Hergé.

And so using this prompt “Black and white rocket against a dark grey background in the style of Tintin Explorers on the Moon” I obtained these images from Midjourney.

Once again, I don’t think the similarity of the rockets warrants the term plagiarism so much as “inspired by…” and I was happy to go with the bottom right image.

Now that I had all the elements, it was time to start assembling them in Adobe PhotoShop – this process is essentially like building a collage except that you can go back and work on each layer ad infinitum, resizing, adjusting the tones, cropping etc. even rearranging the order of the layers – so what hides what…

Having decided on the size and proportion of the Background, I placed the girl before adding a Gradient layer for the night sky. Then, having pasted multiple copies of the Mission Statement text, I placed a text layer in white text so that it fades out at the bottom of the picture but is readable against the black of the sky. I then brought the girl to the front again as the white letters were going over her.

The white letters looked too strong so I increased their transparency to tone them down. Next I added the thought bubbles giving them white edges to stand out and then placed the moon into the large bubble.

I could have added the rocket within the thought bubble, like the moon, but I thought it added to the portrayal of the act of imagination if it came from outside the thought bubble – as if it had come from a different bubble perhaps… Lastly, the rocket looked too static and so I added some “motion streaks” to complete the picture.

So there you have it – each element of the picture was produced by Midjourney generative AI, yet I could never have got an AI to see and conform to the design I had in mind and so I had to assemble them in the way I wanted, after the event and this is one way in which I think AI can be used to aid the graphic designer – after all, collage of existing print material is a very old tradition…

Yule Log

The
shepherd
Attis who
killed himself
for shame because the
Goddess Cybelle forbade
him to look at anyone
other than her – but he was weak
– lay with a nymph – died beneath a pine
Cybelle brought him back to life, now faithful
– pine log
now holy…

Andrew Wilson, 2024

Attis died by castrating himself beneath a pine tree following the awful wrath of Cybelle, a Roman Goddess of Fertility whereupon she had a change of heart and brought him back to life – needless to say he did not stray again… But this myth was celebrated by Romans (strange but true) by the bearing of a Pine log through the streets – Pines now being sacred to Attis. Christianity often subsumed old festivals into itself and this is one possible origin of the Yule Log…
I wrote more about it here.

Over at dVerse Poets Pub,  Laura Bloomsbury in Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft asks us to write an  Etheree poem about

Christmas tree(s) imagery, meanings, memories etc

or Conifer/Fir tree(s) imagery, mythology, memories etc

  • must be an unrhymed poem
  • no specific meter
  • one stanza only
  • 10 lines with no paragraphs
  • graduating from 1 to 10 syllables
  • [add lines 11 & 12 with just 2 syllables per line – my optional extra]

Thus the first line is monosyllabic; the second line has two syllables, and so on, until there’s ten syllables on the tenth line (then reverts to 2 syllables for lines 11 & 12 if you want this optional extra). The outline of your poem takes the concrete shape of a fir tree. Centre it on the page else left or right aligned it’s only half a tree! (X=syllables not words)

I Love Lucy

At five or six years old
on holiday near Swanage
we watched TV for the first time
and what we saw was
I Love Lucy
an American sit-com
my Dad was not a fan
American rubbish
he declaimed
but with a longer view
the series was quite bold
ahead of it’s time
depicting as it did
an inter-racial marriage
that might seem
commonplace today
back then caused
moral outrage
but we British children
more taken up with
the novel medium
saw nothing amiss
in the union of
the eponymous Lucy
and her husband Desi…

Andrew Wilson, 2024

Over at dVerse Poets Pub, Melissa Lemay in Uncategorized invites us to write about favourite TV shows…

The Great Wave off Kanagawa

The eponymous Great Wave
circles the centre of the woodcut
in an exaggerated piling up of water
as when two waves pass through
each other and multiply their height
and over-face themselves.


We are far out to sea off Kanagawa
as we can see once we notice
the dwarfed Mount Fuji
placed as if the wave is
about to crash down on it
spume dropping like snowflakes
onto the snowclad mountain top.
The mountain once noticed.
is made up of different curves
– those of a volcanic cone
and not these monstrous imaginings
of the Great Wave.

We can be forgiven for not noticing
a whole mountain, not least because
the same limited palette of Prussian,
Cerulean, and Sky Bue with hints of
black are used throughout
with a mushroom coloured sky
louring over the distant Fuji
camouflaging its presence
– hidden in plain sight
– even when framed by the action.

On further examination, we may realise
we have missed two fishing boats
lying flush in the curve of the troughs
between the Great Wave and its siblings
each boat crewed by ten souls
in peril on the deep
– eight clinging for dear life
in the stern of each boat and two
for some unaccountable reason
further for’ard.
Certainly these boats and fishermen
are in peril, as are all seafarers
though I am not
convinced their craft are not
designed to weather
such waves as these
shipwrights know their seas…


The Great Wave of Kanagawa
is an artist’s conceit
a representation of possible peril.
to capture the imagination
of a people who live in permanent peril
– from volcanoes, earthquakes, and
they gave us the very word tsunami
and this representation of
perfectly frozen in place peril
is the epitome of Japanese style
– an image that like few others
is known around the world
printed on bags and worn on T shirts
or simply hung on walls
from Fuji to Finland
from Tokyo to Timbuktu
a universal icon of the raw power
the peril and heedless beauty
of the sea – indeed of all of nature
before which all we
mortal men
may tremble
and do defy
at our peril…

© Andrew Wilson, 2024

It is OLN – Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub which is hosted tonight by Mish. As a mini prompt she shared Katsushika Hokusai’s  “Tiger in the Snow” which may have been his final creation. But I had already written an Ekphrastic poem about Hokusai’s most famous image “The Great Wave Off Kanagawa” and it is that poem I chose to share tonight. it was written in my writing group where we considered the woodcut…

Old Dragon

I am an old Dragon
To be precise an Old Draconian
Old in man years anyway
Almost three score years and ten
Though that is probably young
As dragons go – joined in ‘62
Leaving class of ‘66.

We wore a uniform of
Rufty-tufty, navy-blue corduroy
No namby-pamby
“How To Train Your Dragon” this…
Boys with siblings from older clutches
Inherited the faded battle dress style
Uniforms – wore them with pride.

We learned to swim in a river
Conquering our fear of Willow roots
Reaching for our doggy paddling legs
And on the playing fields in late summer
A whole barrel of cherries would appear
For our delectation and at another time
Also, we presumed, the gift of an Old Dragon
A crate of pomegranates appeared
To introduce our tastebuds to the exotic.

Seasonally, we played marbles
Tricky enough when our playground
Sloped from all directions
To a central drain and my best friend
Espying the gathered horde collected there
Lifted the grate and clawed up
Aggies, bottle tops and common spirals
But lost a nail replacing
The heavy cast iron piece
Causing blood to flow
Unfelt with the shock.

Most Dragons scions
Of the rich and good of the land
Knowing their path to wealth
Would be smoothed at every step
But I came from humbler stock
Yet my parents, believing that
Rubbing shoulders with the best
– Though not a comfortable experience
For the young dragon, I was-
Suffering mildly from imposter syndrome
– Would alone be preparation
For life’s later battles
They scrimped and saved
That I might attend
The Dragon School, Oxford…

Andrew Wilson, 2024

Over at dVerse Poets Pub, kim881 in Poetics invites us to write about Legendary Creatures which as you have read, I, albeit modestly, must count myself amongst…
https://www.dragonschool.org/

Fake News

The last time that the president-elect was indisputably seen in public, was at his inaugural rally at which a third presumed unsuccessful attempt on his life resulted in his being whisked away and out of sight.
After a night of panic by his supporters, a reassuring video was released of the now President, sitting up in his hospital bed and raising a fist in a defiant gesture. Thereafter, the POTUS made no live appearances, his team stating that three attempts on his life were quite enough.
The irony was that the techniques which had served the president during his candidacy for re-election, to smear opponents, were now used to supplant the presence of the ageing and unstable would-be dictator. Deep fakes, AI-generated speeches flowed forth, for God knows, there were enough speeches to train the AIs in the rambling, vitriolic, and emotion-soaked appeal that was the President’s trademark. The crew that had pushed the president forward over the last four years, not to mention his long-suffering wife, breathed a sigh of relief and prompted the AIs to generate a more coherent presidency which went exactly to plan…

Winter has come forth
freezing forever the fruit
of misbegotten dreams…

Andrew Wilson, 2024

Over at dVerse Poets Pub,  Frank J. Tassone in Haibun Monday dares us to create a sci-fi Haibun…

Wind Riven

Two types of wind encircle the earth
Trades, Westerlies and Easterlies
Blow steady and dependable

They let wind sailors venture forth
West-East, East-West, trade routes they plied.
Moving Saharan red dust fabled

Steering the cyclone’s rushing curse
Yet land too creates strong breezes
Sometimes too, quite seasonable

Hot, cold, blowing for all they’re worth
Wet, dry, flood, drought, make people flee
Winds can smash man’s plans to rubble

Or bring the life-sustaining rain
 – Wind never the same – blows again…

Andrew Wilson, 2024


A ship sailing in very light winds leaving the Doldrums from “Sailing Round Cape Horn” by Gunther t. Schultz – an artist’s record of the last days of commercial sailing ships. 1954 – London – Hodder & Stoughton

Over at dVersePoets Pub, Laura Bloomsbury in Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft, invites us to write a Trillonet on the subject of Wild Winds…
A Trillonet is a special form of sonnet comprising:

14 lines
4 tercets (3 line stanzas) ending with a rhyming couplet
rhymes scheme is ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC, AA (or BB or CC or DD)
in iambic pentameter of 10 syllables (5 feet) per line
or iambic tetrameter of 8 syllables (4 feet) per line

Fouling the Nest…

Image by Andrew Ridley

Are we in the Autumn of our days
will civilisation as we like to call it
fade to red and wither beneath
climate over warmed skies

when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man
*
who has fouled his nest
which is the whole world

watching the world go by for lockdown hours
viewing live streams from the ISS
the Booker winning author of ‘Orbital’
reflected on our devastating impact

mostly at night the impact of man’s
expansion to every corner of the Earth
can be seen spelt out in light pollution
other damage scarcely visible from space

damage like smoke from wildfires
once natural – now stoked by climate change
more frequent hurricanes and worse…
and one-time lakes and reservoirs now dry

these things you may see from space
however pristine the planet appears
but the truth is out there
and space itself is littered with debris

a layer of debris – mainly plastic
marks the Anthropocene
and future, alien archaeologists
may label the sign of our demise as –

fouled nest syndrome…

Andrew Wilson, 2024
Last night down the dVerse Poets Pub, Melissa Lemay in Poetics offers us reflection as a prompt of the photo above paired with the italicised lines marked *. The lines are taken from [what if a much of a which of a wind] by E. E. Cummings.

Whatever…

If it’s true we grow to look like our pets
what possesses someone to buy a Sphinx?

What do Gay people look like
and can straight people bend?

What if they’re right?

Whatever we think we are doing with
social media – is it true?

© Andrew Wilson, 2024

Tonight, over at dVerse Poets Pub, whimsygizmo in Quadrille 212 asks us to contemplate What the What?
(A Quadrille is a poem written in exactly 44 words…)

Ubuntu

When our humanity falters

In so many places

And what really matters

Is trounced in so many ways

When dictators are not just

A “Third” World affliction

Which “First” encouraged, in moral dereliction

And now is itself spotted like rust

With rampant would-be elite Fascism

We can draw back from the abyss

For democracy is no mere -ism

If. “humanity” no longer resonates, then think on this

There are other words from other places you

Can use so why not try “Ubuntu”?

© Andrew Wilson, 2024

Ubuntu is not just a philosophical concept but a way of life that influences social interactions, justice, and community building. It reminds us of our shared humanity and the importance of supporting one another.

Over at Reena’s Xploration Challenge, Reena Saxena invites us to write about the concept of Ubuntu.