Please look at this page-
"Once upon a midnight dreary, long we pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of translation lore.
When our system does translation, lifeless prose is its creation;
Making verse with inspiration no machine has done before.
So we want to boldly go where no machine has gone before.
Quoth now Google, 'Nevermore!'"
Over many a quaint and curious volume of translation lore.
When our system does translation, lifeless prose is its creation;
Making verse with inspiration no machine has done before.
So we want to boldly go where no machine has gone before.
Quoth now Google, 'Nevermore!'"
Specify what you want-Haiku, Sonnet, Venba- whatever. And feed it any kind of dreary sludge you find written. Google will transform it into gems of poetic pieces.
Quoth now Google, "Nevermore!"
oh yes, nevermore.
Imagine when machines will begin to feel!
ReplyDeleteThere is no poetry without love failure. at least in tamil.
ReplyDeleteso i suppose it follows that machines, esp those of google, do have feelings already
:)