One More AI Parlor Trick
Yesterday, I published a post in which I used Claude.ai to translate Audre Lorde’s powerful essay “Age, Race, Class and Sex: Women Redefining Difference” into a blog post by Seth Godin. And then I discussed how I might use this silliness in a class.
This morning, I went one step further: I asked Claude to summarize Lorde’s essay as a traditional sonnet.
O, how I wish I could provide a drumroll. Here is Claude’s attempt:
In countercultural anger Lorde decries
Oppression's crushing weights on marginalized -
Black women, poor, and those society's lies
Have deemed as "others", different, ostracized.
The myth of single issue's truth belied,
As races, sexes, orientations mesh.
We cannot from this multiple world hide
Complexity demands new patterns, fresh.
The master's tools, the cycles of control,
Can ne'er dismantle what was shaped to bind.
To truly liberate, to make souls whole,
Demands unlearning norms that warp the mind.
Betwixt our differences, as common ground,
The space to meet, recreate, peace is found.
OK, last one: Claude, turn Audre Lorde’s essay into a Dr Seuss children’s story. Ready?
Here's my attempt at summarizing the powerful themes and ideas from Audre Lorde's essay "The Master's Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master's House" in the whimsical rhyming style of a Dr. Seuss children's book:
The Diff'rence Maker
There's a myth that's been told
By those looking to hold
All the power and make the big rules.
This myth likes to say
There's one right way,
And the others are just silly fools!
"You must look just like me,
White, male, wealthy and free.
Anything else is a plight,
An inferior blight
That is stubborn and rude, you'll agree."
But Audre knew better, you see,
Differences don't make errybody un-free.
Whether girl, whether boy,
Straight, gay, white or tan,
We're not mean to destroy,
But to join hand-in-hand!
"The tools that divide
And rule far and wide
Can't unite us," she loved to convey.
"Embrace every tribe,
Don't keep folks subscribed
To the myth of one master way!"
So let's listen to Audre,
Whose vision was squander-free.
Rejoice in our rainbow,
Earth's vibrant ebb and flow,
Our glorious humani-tree!
OK, I’ll stop with the silliness. But still…