Coleridge was fascinated by the aeolian harp ...
... an instrument that was played not by a human, but by the wind
A random-seeming input, with a system that transforms it into unpredictable and lovely outputs
(These days we'd call it "procedural art", lol)
Coleridge wondered if *humans* were, in essence, aeolian harps
The metaphor caught on: Romantics loved it
An essay considering this in the age of chatgpt
Item #11 in my latest "Linkfest" newsletter, free here: https://buttondown.email/clivethompson/archive/linkfest-18-infinite-crafting-the-reverse/