LuminAI. The video shows both human motion capture and computer-generated dance partner.

Category: PoetiX

Computer-generated sonnets.

Winners:

• Charese Smiley and Hiroko Bretz,Thomson Reuters Research and Development, MN, USA

Winning Machine-Generated Sonnet:

      And be very careful crossing the streets.
      How fair an entrance breaks the way to love!
      Left, doors leading into the apartments.
      Just then a light flashed from the cliff above.

      The fields near the house were invisible.
      Objects of alarm were near and around.
      The window had only stuck a little.
      From the big apple tree down near the pond.

      The large cabin was in total darkness.
      Come marching up the eastern hill afar.
      When is the clock on the stairs dangerous?
      Everything seemed so near and yet so far.

      Behind the wall silence alone replied.
      Was, then, even the staircase occupied?
    

Runner-up Sonnets:
A4 (Machine)

      Who know how knowledge righteous spirit grieves.
      Beauty from desire like conception!
      So clearly knowing ignorance believes,
      That truly timeless bliss divine perfection.

      A virtue something very justified,
      To matter neither clever nor correct,
      Ever really truly satisfied!
      An honest wisdom moral intellect.

      What goodness surely worthy true salvation!
      A great eternal life forever striving!
      A pure divine uncertainty relation,
      There is really nothing else denying.

      The thought of such a righteous explanation,
      Know the truth of love and hope mistaken.
    

B4 (Machine)

      So highly famous Sony classical,
      A very pleasant happy television.
      That lovely goodness gracious Simon rattle!
      And then an awesome righteous folk musician.

      Are loving songs about the counter culture,
      But never ever ready steady go!
      This style is really timeless Donna summer,
      With any very groovy audio.

      A better lucky lady Marmalade!
      Who likes to play an old piano roll!
      For whether jazz or fame or being played,
      Clever like a psychedelic soul.

      The music sings a song of love and Bach,
      I love the sound of psychedelic rock.
    

Human-Written Sonnet Most Mistaken for a Machine-generated Sonnet
A3 (Human)
Source: Uncompliant Stranger

      In truth I neither have nor live a name,
      No syllable upon a nameless shore;
      The landward margins of the sea, the same
      Debate beneath a lunar semaphore.

      No origin is singled to a sun
      Nor ending to a future's unseen flow:
      Totality of days perféct to one
      Might tell the world I see from that I know.

      There is no cause: no hope is unforetold
      Where this change lies, and where I now must range,
      The place the man, the eye the days behold
      The orbit of the ebb and race of change.

      No late equations make this one day's end.
      My sighted soul and I shall not contend.