For all you arch post-modernists
Some food for thought
Two summers ere I assigned a similar project in a programming course I taught. The results were quite interesting especially in the case of a random walk on the text of Ulysses. You can check some of them out in the comments below..
posted by Crp @ 6:10 PM
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The following (generated by a random walk on the poem "Paradise Lost") sounds suspiciously like Milton if you ignore the occasional grammatical errors :
Of Heav'n: at thy might: his love accurst,
And with ease thy powers irradiate,
There is the bullion dross:
A sign that never shall befall,
Innumerable false, unmov'd, unshak'n,
From thy hand, celestial patroness,
Who beholds the cash of gold, his angels held thir gifts,
And our minds with the utter loss, for repentance,
And bestir themselves the vast infinitude confin'd;
Till evening rayes: it from couch thir counsels vaine
Thou like the fatall fruit,
And shun the fiend pass'd frequent, and havoc hewn
And be less conspicuous, or fills all his eye,
Discovers unaware the earth a covenant
Never wilt consent to our wonted face of right.
Passage based on the last chapter of Ulysses :
yes because they were shaking and dancing about in his nature slapping us behind like that all invention made up a minute after just to see me running id just go to bed with a skirt opening up the side of the usual rowdy house i couldnt find anywhere only for children seeing it too young then writing a letter to him in the hope but he was really and the 2 of us screeching and confusion for the priest and they all of us screeching and confusion for the honeymoon venice by moonlight with the stone for my taste your blouse is open too low she says to me though i liked the way its made 2 the same as if it was 1 of them want you to listen theres real beauty and poetry for you he said im extremely sorry and im sure that queerlooking man in the shop especially the queens own they were well beaten all the funny clothes dressing her up and down in margate strand bathing place from the tumbling and my singing the second verse first the old rubbishy dress that i feel all over you you cant help it if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the rain i saw them not long ago the days like years not a letter when i already confessed it to somebody who thinks she has nobody to say a few breathing exercises i wonder theyre not all but just enough to get near two stylish dressed ladies outside switzers window at the pit at the same time four i hate those rich ones off stephens green running up to him and billy prescotts ad and tom the devils queer names there father vial plana of santa maria to please her with temper when i had a gorgeous wrap of some kind of a song out of her slipper after the ball was over like the rest of the stairs of a manner to her like me to show me out of in holles street one night man man tyrant as ever after 16 years ago i wish i had that rum in the half of them want you to walk on you more than was good for him if i was crossing them when we moved in the universe before there was no decent perfume to be so clean and white for them it was no love lost between us not all but just enough to get a nice piece of cod im always getting enough for their different tastes like those awful names with bottom in them like big giants and the sun so he could twist how he kissed me under the rockgun near oharas tower i told her and now shes going such as she cant help it making fun of him can you feel him trying to hurt you i said i washed up and then theyre done with it dropping out of him then behind his back i know well when he said because the smell of him no fool like an old woman for him to run him down into the area if anybody saw him following me along the calle real in the wet all by himself with his big foot in the world was coming to an end god be merciful to us i thought well as all that lovely fresh plaice i bought it from 1 years end to the chamber when she runs up the tickets and swearing blazes because he doesnt look it thats all the horses dung i could see his face before somewhere i suppose i never got after some robber of a spanish nobleman named don miguel de la flora and he was called in lloyds weekly news 20 years if i could do the least thing better yes hold on he was married i wonder why they call him the way mrs mastiansky told me to show off my glove and i say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on her for the butcher and oblige m bloom youre looking blooming josie used to write it in front of the world what do they ask us to marry them for money in a temper with my clothes on me but theyd think were married o let them down wetting all myself always with some of that he said he hadnt one he didnt like i had before to keep that up and then the same i liked him because i told her over and over again not to ask again yes and he so english all father left me in holles street and i wanted to ram it down my side piano quietly sweeeee theres that train again weeping tone once in the museum one of them in the next time he looked poldy pigheaded as usual like the shop window then he wanted to put on for years covered with limesalts theyre all right i wouldnt let him keep it as if it was so expressive will i what o patience above its pouring out of revenge on him with my insides or have i offended you with that gentleman of fashion some other dirty story to tell you only for i put on does that suit me yes now wouldnt that pester the soul out of nothing but not always if ever they can pick and choose whoever he was out last week her beautys on the mat when he goes home to his wife and 5 children going to do it i think of him can you ever be up to him who mrs fleming and drive out to be looked at myself in the dear deaead days beyond recall close my eyes flash my bust that they havent passion god help the men with our 2 photographs in all my good drawers o i love jaunting in a restaurant for the priest and they come out of her and vain about her appearance
Honestly, does anyone notice any difference between this computer generated version and the real thing ??
Along these lines, one might also want to check this out: International Symposium on Buzzword Architecture.
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