ericbfriday · June 5, 2019 16:55
diff --git a/do-not-go-gentle.txt b/do-not-go-gentle.txt
 Alright, so I found the underlying engine/model that the 'name cats with AI' uses. I was thinking it'd be funny if I fed in a poem with very serious meaning and traditional vignette. So I used the beginning of Dylan Thomas' Do Not Go Gentle Into the Good Night.
 From: https://talktotransformer.com/

 Do not go gentle into that good night,
 Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
 Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
 Because their words had forked no lightning they
 Do not go gentle into that good night.

 Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
 Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
 Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
 By their deeds they did not go gentle into that good night.
 A bad man knows a very bad thing.
 The bad man knows a very bad thing.

 They that hear the good man say
 All must know, the good man has his time.
 Good men with their wisdom see that darkness is right.
 The bad man knows a very bad thing.

 Now then we would now take a walk.
 We will walk to our next spot
 And we shall be like wise men,
 And we shall sit like wise men,

 And we shall know in such a way
 That when that good man dies
 The sun will break on our black heads.
 And we will now come, let us go to
	Alright, so I found the underlying engine/model that the 'name cats with AI' uses. I was thinking it'd be funny if I fed in a poem with very serious meaning and traditional vignette. So I used the beginning of Dylan Thomas' Do Not Go Gentle Into the Good Night.
	From: https://talktotransformer.com/

	Do not go gentle into that good night,
	Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

	Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
	Because their words had forked no lightning they
	Do not go gentle into that good night.

	Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
	Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
	Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

	Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
	By their deeds they did not go gentle into that good night.
	A bad man knows a very bad thing.
	The bad man knows a very bad thing.

	They that hear the good man say
	All must know, the good man has his time.
	Good men with their wisdom see that darkness is right.
	The bad man knows a very bad thing.

	Now then we would now take a walk.
	We will walk to our next spot
	And we shall be like wise men,
	And we shall sit like wise men,

	And we shall know in such a way
	That when that good man dies
	The sun will break on our black heads.
	And we will now come, let us go to