Kipling and AI

 Someone just sent me this video inspired by - or at least using as a template - Kipling's poem Boots which was written about the Boer War and subtitled Infantry Columns (its rhythm clearly being intended to echo the repetitive thumping of marching feet):

My friend was shocked because the video is entirely AI generated and it seems so slick. I am not so worried as, while the thing is put together seamlessly, I think it fails to capture the poem's meaning or tone or almost any aspect of Kipling's intention. Therefore, for me the video demonstrates that AI is shallow, an information accumulator, an image creator of sorts but not a creator of meaning. So far as I can tell from this example, AI appears not to understand feelings. It is therefore quite unable to deal with complex emotion, let alone the deliberate dissonance between tone and content in Kipling's poem.

That might seem an odd thing to say given that the most striking feature of the video is the extreme dissonance it creates between the tone of the poem and the images AI has created to represent it. The missing factor though is intent: I don't think AI knows what a peculiar effect it has created. Nor do I think it set out to create the effect deliberately.

On the other hand the superstitious part of me is afraid that by publicly criticising AI's video, I will become AI’s target and it will punish me.

How could it do that? I don't know, but it is the absence of emotional understanding that AI displays that is the cause of my alarm. AI can do some things that humans can do - and it can often do them faster than humans. Therefore, one could say that it is partly human. However, it lacks important attributes such as empathy. I wonder, therefore if, rather than being completely unlike any human, AI is, in fact, very like possibly the most dangerous variety of human: that is, the psychopath.

What do others think?

Ship Ahoy

Reading English Journey by Beryl Bainbridge - panned when it came out but I like her company and revere her novella called The Birthday Boys - I came across.her account of meeting a man who worked on the first Cunard ship called Queen Elizabeth. He was invited to work on the second but, Bainbridge tells us:

"He couldn't bear the contrast between the old grandeur and the new vulgarity."

What a bolt of recognition I experienced, reading that sentence. What that man felt about the two QEs is what I too often feel about the entire tawdry modern world.

A Time to Be Silent

Making stately progress through a pile of old New Yorkers, I have reached an article about the Spice Girls from 2022. Apparently, Danish researchers concluded in 2014 that the Spice Girls’ first single, Wannabe, was, at least at that time, the catchiest song ever written.

There is so much left unexplained in that piece of data - how did the researchers define “ever”; how did they define “catchy”; above all, why did they bother?

Never mind, Wannabe is a very cheerful piece of music and a delight to hear - occasionally.

The thing though that really did amaze me in the article was the news - or information I suppose; it can’t really be news 28 years later, (although it is to me) - that in 1997 the Spice Girls went to South Africa to perform a concert for charity and, during their visit, they met Nelson Mandela and, when some journalist asked him how he felt about meeting them, Mandela replied:

“You know, these are my heroes. And I don’t want to be emotional but this is one of the greatest moments in my life.”

Of course, I wanted to know in what tone Mandela made this statement - I assumed he was being a little jokey.

I found the video, and the whole event is wonderfully good-humoured, except for one thing. It turns out that the future King of England was also present - 15 kilos ago, at least, by the look of him - and could he keep silent? No, he could not.

And as a result he spoiled things, butting in with a look-at-me intervention that serves no purpose other than to make everyone else there look confused and awkward.

What a pity the young prince didn’t have a quick read of Ecclesiastes as he was driven to the occasion.

You can see the exchange here, starting from about 2 minutes in.

Amusing

 This made me laugh:

What Just Happened?

Years ago Michael Frayn wrote Noises Off, an especially hilarious farce in which the audience views a play as if they are sitting in the wings, seeing what goes on backstage. Looking at yesterday's Oval Office meeting, I felt as if I was watching the 21st century revamped version of Noises Off, played this time as tragedy, not farce. 

As a result, while lots of people have been focussing ever since on what was said during yesterday's meeting, I've been stuck one degree back from the substance of the conversation/discussion/ disagreement/unedifying spectacle/whatever-you-want-to-call-it. The question that has obsessed me - and continues to do so - is why the meeting was held in public, under the media's gaze. 

I vaguely remember reports of Biden having a blazing row with Zelensky at some point - but the news of that was only available because it was leaked; there were no pictures or film of the occasion. Who had the bright idea of conducting delicate international negotiations under a blaze of lights, with cameras recording everything? In what possible way was that ever going to be helpful? 

I am truly baffled.