By Edo Segal
The word that stopped me cold was "weak."
Not as an insult. As a diagnosis. Harold Bloom spent fifty years drawing a line between two kinds of creative work — the strong and the weak — and the distinction had nothing to do with technical skill. A weak poet could be technically flawless. A weak poet could produce work that was polished, well-structured, comprehensive, admired. The weakness was not in the craft. It was in the relationship to what came before. The weak poet accepted the tradition. The strong poet fought it.
I read that distinction and felt it land in the center of everything I had been struggling to articulate about building with AI.
Because the output Claude produces is, by Bloom's standard, weak. Not
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