“Chatgpt just is not a good writing assistant” I agree?

I don’t know if this has been said before and pardon if this is obvious. But putting aside the ethical questions about using ChatGPT and whether or not we should be allowing AGI to write our papers and grades and whether or not it will replace our jobs etc, I genuinely think that it’s not a good tool for creative writing. I think it creates flat, emotionless content; and even when I try to get it to write something more enjoyable it creates a taut, awkward writing that’s not native to my voice. At least that’s been my experience with poetry sometimes I’ll get it to spit out something I can use, very rarely, but other times it’s just says the same thing. <br><br>I know it’s coming, but I think there’s a lot of work to be done on how we’re using AI so far. And so many people are happy to just take what it creates even if it’s not good. I’m not even talking about academia. I’ve used it for my own personal projects and sometimes I’ll get something nice. But sometimes I’ll get something like this and it’s enjoyable for a moment but very flat and bland.<br><br>I was trying to write a poem, and I was having trouble getting the right words. It’s been the case that when ChatGPT hears my ask it typically will sometimes give me something really beautiful and really enjoyable, or it will give me something that touches on some of the ideas I wanted to put forward but it’s not in my voice it’s not in native language it’s not in what I’m looking for. The examples that will be below are only 2 examples of me prompting it and it not giving me what I was looking for. I was trying to get it to give me a poem in the style of Sylvia Plath. I said this to it. “Write a poem about the man in the mirror that I’m afraid to meet so I call him by a different name. He’s been coming for me lately, but I haven’t been letting him catch up. Write it in the style of Sylvia Plath”. The response I got was……. Very flat. It did not capture anything that I wanted except for it being written in the form that I wanted it to be in. That counts for something. It wasn’t outright terrible. It was just boring. The same poem that ChatGPT wrote for me, I looked at a few lines of it and then I wrote my own poem putting my own thoughts and my own emotions and my own voice into it. You can clearly tell a difference between the two. I’m not saying that I’m a better writer than a machine learning model. At the same time I expect much more out of a tool like this. I don’t know I’m just disappointed. It’s not that the writing is terrible. But it’s just sort of boring. It lacks emotion, it lacks connection, it lacks vulnerability. It lacks so many qualities that I think make up good writing. AGI doesn’t understand human connection or understanding of vulnerability, It doesn’t know how to write in a native language. And I don’t think it’s going to be able to very soon. I’m not sure even if it can. If you look between the two poems, even if mine is not even that great, it has something that the ChatGPT one doesn’t. I’m not sure that can be replicated. I’m not sure I want to be replicated. If it can’t be replicated, I think it’s not replacing human jobs. Not because I don’t think it has the capability, but because I think it lacks so many qualities that make us human. I’ve read that everybody likes the poems generated by AI, but they don’t really have so much sense, they don’t really create any emotions, and they don’t really have personality. I don’t know. That’s my two cents on it. You can tell the difference between the two below.<br><br>The man in the mirror, I’m afraid to meet. So I call him by a different name. He’s coming for me, but I haven’t been letting him catch up. (Sylvia Plath)<br><br>He stands before me, a figure so tall<br>A reflection of me, beyond them all<br>His eyes, a window to my troubled mind<br>A gaze that searches, leaving me blind<br><br>His name is Stranger, a title I've given<br>To the one who haunts me, and makes me shiver<br>A presence that lurks, in every dark place<br>A phantom that follows, with an endless chase<br><br>He's been coming for me, with steady pace<br>But I've evaded him, and hid my face<br>Afraid to confront, the demons I've made<br>And the ghosts that I've conjured, with every word I've said<br><br>The man in the mirror, a figure so grand<br>A shadow of my soul, forever lost in the land<br>He beckons me near, with a haunted grin<br>And I tremble with fear, as our eyes lock within<br><br>Stranger, my friend, my companion so dear<br>Why do you haunt me, and fill my heart with fear?<br>What is it you want, from this fragile form of mine?<br>Is it my soul you seek, or just a taste of my mind?<br><br>The man in the mirror, a reflection so true<br>A shadow of my heart, a window to my view<br>He stands before me, a figure so tall<br>A reminder of my flaws, a story to be told of it all<br>And the man in the mirror, I’m afraid to meet, so I call him a different name. He’s been coming for me lately; but I haven’t been letting him catch up. (Mine)<br><br>I see him everywhere, in every shadow and every light<br>In the eyes of strangers, in the voice of the night<br>He is not a stranger even though I call him this name<br>He is coming after me, he is on his way<br><br>I call him Patrick, but that is not his name<br>He is Satan, he is Judas, he is a wolf in sheep skin<br>He is coming after me, and I’m not ready<br>I can see death in the reflection of the window<br>I put my hand on the glass, and I see him standing next to me<br><br>He is not a wolf<br>He is not death<br>He is not the devil<br><br>He is not the voice of my conscience, he is not my shadow<br>He is not the ghost of my future<br>He is not the angel of my death<br><br>He is not a stranger<br>He is not Patrick, he is not the voice in my head<br>He’s not death, he’s not my shadow<br><br>He is not my shadow, he is not the voice of death<br>He is not the devil, he is not my conscience<br>He is not the voice in my head, he is not the ghost of my future<br>He is not my ghost, he is not the angel of my death<br>He is not my dying breath<br><br>He is not my future, he is not my shadow<br>He is not my future, he is coming after me<br>He is not my future, he is on his way<br>He’s not my future, and we’re colliding on the highway<br><br>And the man in the mirror, I’m afraid to meet, so I call him a different name. He’s been coming after me lately; but I haven’t been letting him catch up.<br><br>[ Patrick is the name of a 17th century Irish saint. His feast day is celebrated on March 17th of every year. His given name was Maewyn Succat. He was a native to Roman Britain and was kidnapped and taken to Ireland at the age of 16 to be a slave. He was very religious and took comfort in the Christian faith. He is credited with bringing Christianity to Ireland. He died on March 17, 461AD. The holiday of St. Patrick’s day has been adopted by many different cultures and is celebrated in many countries and is a federal holiday in Ireland. He is the patron Saint of Ireland. He is typically represented by a snake, a shamrock, a cross and a trinity knot. It is said he removed all the snakes from Ireland and killed them, it is also said he was a mystic and a druid; even though he was a Christian. ]