Re:I didn’t know how to write about my sister’s death, so I ...
by emodendroket on Saturday August 14, 2021 @10:22AM
(#28180872)
I think if you read the piece it's not really about "outsourcing" the writing. It almost feels like the machine's guesses, though not necessarily great writing and not necessarily factual, give the author the courage to flesh out her own writing.
Re:I didn’t know how to write about my sister’s death, so I ...
by notelectronic on Saturday August 14, 2021 @11:03AM
(#28181193)
I’m surprised by some of the backlash—it felt to me nearly like a form of digital Ouija board; given a prompt and some subconscious input, a vague or nonsensical response can feel like communion.
I thought it was beautiful.
Re:I didn’t know how to write about my sister’s death, so I ...
by sdoering on Saturday August 14, 2021 @11:07AM
(#28181218)
de gustibus non est disputandum.
I am happy that people like it. It just wasn't for me. No backlash from my side.
Just not my kind of tea.
Re:I didn’t know how to write about my sister’s death, so I ...
by sdoering on Saturday August 14, 2021 @11:06AM
(#28181207)
I read it. To me it didn't feel genuine. The whole time I doubted the premise. It felt like a literary experiment. Maybe a journalistic one.
I don't want to assume. So I can only describe how it felt to me.
Re:I didn’t know how to write about my sister’s death, so I ...
by emodendroket on Saturday August 14, 2021 @11:08AM
(#28181226)
I suppose it is a literary experiment but I don't see what is wrong with that. You doubt that the sister is really dead?
Re:I didn’t know how to write about my sister’s death, so I ...
by sdoering on Saturday August 14, 2021 @12:23PM
(#28181873)
As said I don't assume. Everybody deals differently with loss and grieve.
I just described how it felt to me.
Re:I didn’t know how to write about my sister’s death, so I ...
by 1MachineElf on Saturday August 14, 2021 @01:39PM
(#28182506)
>But I have to say from experience, that writing about them was a totally different thing than to read these words at their funeral.
>This was very, very much a different beast. It still makes me tear up thinking about it. It still makes me choke.
This.
I wrote about my stepfather after he had passed in February.
And I wrote about my father in law after he had suddenly passed away in May.
Every single time it was hard. emotionally. But it was a cathartic moment at the same time. I remembered what made me feel connected. What they meant to me.
To outsource this to a machine would have robbed me of emotions, wonderful memories and closure.
But I have to say from experience, that writing about them was a totally different thing than to read these words at their funeral.
This was very, very much a different beast. It still makes me tear up thinking about it. It still makes me choke.