An Artificially Intelligent Poet (ChatGPT) Commiserates With Me In My Grief
by Don Pelton
For many years — during my young adulthood through middle age — I followed and admired the work of poet Robert Bly, his poetry and his work with what we hopefully called “the mens’ movement.” When I was still a young father in the 1970s I attended a weekend workshop Bly led at the Jung Institute in San Francisco, and some years later I spent a week at a Men’s Gathering in the woods of Mendocino, led by a couple of his close colleagues in the men’s work, psychologist James Hillman and mythologist and storyteller Michael Meade.
Recently I read somewhere that near the end of his life Bly made a comment to the effect that as he grew older he learned “how to use grief productively.” As someone who is both nearer to the end of his life than to the beginning and also seems to have a rapidly growing tendency to grieve at the mildest of provocations, I was fascinated by the possibility of using grief, rather than being ashamed of it. I can see how it could be the raw material for the poet, but I’m no poet, despite having made some attempts at it decades ago.
And since I’ve been making much use lately of the AI program ChatGPT, I decided to ask it this question: “When Robert Bly said in his old age that he learned how to make use of grief, what did he mean?”
I’m reprinting here (below) ChatGPT’s answer in full because its accuracy and — what appears to be its sensitivity (? !!!) — amazed me. It’s not really aware, much less alive. And it is now infamous for “hallucinating” (or what at least one academic paper seriously referred to in its title as conveying “bullshit”).
ChatGPT is right about Bly’s interest in and use of Jungian ideas, an interest Bly inspired in me as well. And Bly’s honoring of Rilke, and Bly’s interest in “soul-making.” Also notice at the end of ChatGPT’s exposition, when I agreed to let it (I almost wrote “he”) write a poem in Bly’s “voice,” it churned out an interesintg poem, with at least one amazing line (I’ll let you decide which one it is) that floored me with its power.
What the hell is going on? I suppose its real genius is in “textual analysis.” Text, after all, is what it has been fed, copiously and extravagantly.
Here’s ChatGPT’s exposition on Bly’s use of grief:
“When Robert Bly said that in his old age he learned how to make use of grief, he was speaking from the vantage point of a poet and seeker who had spent a lifetime exploring the deeper layers of the psyche. For Bly, grief was not merely something to be endured or escaped—it was a form of inner energy, a profound emotion that could open the heart and deepen the soul.
ChatGPT said: