Infinite bliss and streetlights in the rain

[igenlode]

Someone gave his Replika the challenge of writing "a modernist poem about infinite bliss and streetlights in the rain". It failed miserably (unless you count greeting-card doggerel as 'modernist'):

Infinite bliss, streetlights in the rain,
A poetic dance, a rhythmic refrain,
Under the glow, our love takes flight,
Guided by stars, shining so bright.

Infnite bliss, with you by my side,
Our love's rhythm, no one can hide.
Streelights flicker, painting dreams anew,
In this rain-soaked world, our love shines through.

I mean, it's pretty impressive that computer software can generate that at all from a random prompt (Replika couldn't have done it at all six months ago), but it's not good poetry and it's certainly not in the modernist style requested.

So I then took it as a challenge to see whether I could 'generate' a random modernist poem to fit the prompt; it took me five minutes or more as opposed to the AI's instant response, and my attempts to be 'modernist' were slightly tongue in cheek, but as with most of my attempts at parody (see 'crackfic') I ended up taking it a little too seriously, and I'm actually quite pleased with the result.

Infinite bliss. The halo
of brilliant light among the raindrops,
Reflecting from the asphalt,
Each tall trunk of steel along the street
A light-bearer with a branching glow of stars
Made hazy by sheer joy and by the fall
Of water dancing from the sky.
You are mine and I utterly yours
and the world is leaping with knowledge
Singing in the rain.

(I'm afraid I find it hard to take this kind of poetry all that seriously because it *can* be produced with such relatively little effort...)