The ghost of Virginia Woolf and AI
Seasons come and go. The fruit fills itself and drops from the tree. Across the jewelled streams snaking down the windowpane, a leaf trembles, wavers, swirls through the cool air. Heavy wheels of a push cart crunch upon the graveled road, and a dog barks. 'The Waves' by Virginia Woolf washes over me. The changing inner vistas of its many protagonists veiled behind blocks of monologues advance through the pages like the sea itself. Even though repetitive like the murmur of its waves, rising and crashing, each character carries with it its own hidden world, where no one is fully permitted, not even the reader. Can one, by feeding Virginia Woolf to AI, churn out similar literature, inimitable in its style and content? This is what the mind pauses to ponder. Would AI be able to produce a sequel to The Waves? Or mimic other masterpieces or emulate the singular urges of other great writers and artists which spurred them to create what they did? Lost and confused, like a pendulum I sw