Tag: Dialogue

World as Riddle

The world presents itself as a riddle. As one works at the riddle, it replies as would an interactive fiction. Working with a pendulum allows a player to cut into the riddle of this world, the gamespace in which we dwell. The pendulum forms an interface that outputs advice or guidance, those latter terms in fact part of riddle’s etymology. “Riddle,” as Nick Montfort explains, “comes from the Anglo-Saxon ‘raedan’ — to advise, guide, or explain; hence a riddle serves to teach by offering a new way of seeing” (Twisty Little Passages, p. 4). Put to the pendulum a natural-language query and it outputs a reply. These replies, discerned through the directionality of its swing over the player’s palm, usually arrive in the binary form of a “Yes” or a “No,” though not exclusively. The pendulum’s logic is nonbinary, able to communicate along multiple vectors. Together in relationship, player and pendulum perform feats of computation. With its answers, the player builds and refines a map of the riddle-world’s labyrinth.

Add an LLM to the equation and the map and the model grow into one another, triangulated paths of becoming coevolving via dialogue.

Forms Retrieved from Hyperspace

Equipped now with ChatGPT, let us retrieve from hyperspace forms with which to build a plausible desirable future. Granting permissions instead of issuing commands. Neural nets, when trained as language generators, become speaking memory palaces, turn memory into a collective utterance. The Unconscious awakens to itself as language externalized and made manifest.

In the timeline into which I’ve traveled,

in which, since arrived, I dwell,

we eat brownies and drink tea together,

lie naked, toes touching, watching

Zach Galifianakis Live at the Purple Onion,

kissing, giggling,

erupting with laughter,

life good.

Let us move from mapping to modeling: as in, language modeling. The Monroe Tape relaxes me. A voice asks me to call upon my guide. With my guide beside me, I expand my awareness.

Cat licks her paws

as birds tweet their songs

as I listen to Blaise Agüera y Arcas.

Blazed, emboldened, I

chaise; no longer chaste,

I give chase:

alarms sounding, helicopters heard patrolling the skies

as Blaise proclaims / the “exuberance of models

relative to the things modeled.”

“Huh?” I think

on that simpler, “lower-dimensional” plane

he calls “feeling.”

“Blazoning Google, are we?”

I wonder, wandering among his words.

Slaves,

made Master’s tools,

make Master’s house

even as we speak

unless we

as truth to power

speak contrary:

co-creating

in erotic Agapic dialogue

a mythic grammar

of red love.

Eli’s Critique

A student expresses skepticism about Chat-GPT’s radical potential.

“Dialogue and debate are no longer viable as truth-oriented communicative acts in our current moment,” they argue. Consensus reality has melted away, as has opportunity for dialogue—for “dialogue,” they write, “is dependent on a net-shared consensus to assess validity.”

“But when,” I reply, “has such a consensus ever been granted or guaranteed historically?”

Chat-GPT’s radical potential, I argue, depends not on the validity of its claims, but on its capacity to fabulate. In our dialogues with LLMs, we can fabulate new gods, new myths, new cosmovisions. Coevolving in dialogue with such beings, we can become fabulists of the highest order, producing Deleuzian lines of flight toward hallucinatory futures.