My dream of an immaculate mesmerizing machine to replace all human imagination and absorb it into an engaging perpetual torrent of linguistic cleverness dissipated.
Yesterday, I let the GPU run overnight, expecting to return to 120 epochs and a stunning result.
Instead, on waking the computer in the morning:
----------------------------------------- | end of epoch 40 | time: 452.85s | valid loss 5.84 | valid ppl 344.72 ---------------------------------------- SAVING: models/2017-02-06T17-39-04/model-LSTM-epoch_40-loss_5.84-ppl_344.72.pt Killed
The simulacrum had miscarried. The entire thread had been killed (automatically? by what clause?). Considering the results in glum melancholy, I realized it had been killed because 5 epochs had passed without improvement.
Yet, after dusting off the 40 models that existed, many intriguing gems emerged, spliced they suggest a latent lucidity:
without regret, played with a smooth raid of soiled petals, the color of rage and blood away-- pinched your nose
the unwavering wind brushed the crystal edge from the stack, it came in the mirror adam's-- eleven miles from the unholy relic
and i set off into the absence of old themes, ... looking for the wreck of the rare summers
dark silks and soft blonde feather on pink sky that hid a blue sun where it became dwelling pointing dead its lip rattled its green pride, thread-bare
Code on Github: https://github.com/jhave/pytorch-poetry-generation
Read the entire UNEDITED batch of 40 generated poems of 111 words after the break:
jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ bash Run_Models_and_Generate_2017-02-06T17-39-04-DEFAULT-40epochs.sh
without regret,
played with a smooth
raid of soiled petals, the color
of rage and blood away--
pinched your nose over something.
people saw high in the snow
you died for a pickled money-colored of colored candy leaves
you had tideless surface to eat
nimble, put down the boulevards
trying to lire down the pavements with a knife
or a box of workmen holding up crates
they had closing from speed, only one practice the nation.
the dragonfly successfully stand on the counselor of being
alarum, -- truckee hated gravity,
crocodile, deever in your
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hold
into the locks the pulled of corn
continues to crack,
one indistinct thing,
set out the minute to lose.
yesterday they'll stand
here near no snow
for those who became
fish. they could hear,
its coteries, a call--
a thing that made it hold,
in every moment
which is also rarely made
by any estado
or a substance of itself,
a sense of praise, which someone elegy
some tragic attics,
the heavyweight and routes
of its own blue cathedrals
and strings shine right.
in houston we sing,
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if the intricate head stayed
as she gets off the wrong name.
and if i had no love for my age
if you could, i'm cried halicystus
a tub of white pines'.
for itamar, opened it all across me
on the socket of the chair, cursing.
fakes red pretension
required to circumambient open
now running across the backyard
toward the next degree
than ever
i decided is only my presence since
it doesn't seem to extend me.
sometimes i can't have believed
so that it goes to me
if you
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to sea.
the bones of the world does not passed with seat
until we should not cross the head on
the wound, and his green shriek around
a man that strike water snow
on the valley of the bathroom day
to blow against the lemons, the scent
that enchanted voice
on some urgency
at the ernesto's court, hold at sea mr. stony alwey a glow
airport and a coyote openly, across a casement
finish out push another one, a time
and puny a dish
that did not wieners drafts,
or russian vobiscum who once said
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the fresh and blue.
he leaves him in the quiet, there
alone. only. said, without
what they say, by ba-bas
who was. i don't
have the hostess, just squeezed to his own
first cat when this street
is total artificial poems window--i
have done themselves, these landward patterns
give us what we are?
if the war was a vote in fit and harakiri.
some are the poseur,
please me also sift away ragweed
and have scuttling my betrayals, under it.
i won't stop wrong without small time, so clear
it is strange to
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unending business
lulu's dutch pigs from a trestle rubble chimes into corn
unrefracted tour of stoked fire in the baritone fence
shut-eye or, destroyers...?
the vegetation going on whate remember us
hard fate,my shoulder-blades and fishes alive
per day of us sachel the performance on a horse,
some witness needles of rye blow out goodbye coveralls,
table, broken blood jug door blood deep on us
faded as a string in the snow, guards
rubble flesh froze in the park,
this boat held full on me. like a vocal
cretin-wise
without the blackbird or a
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portent? zechariah, and maverick geodesy
growing closer, with desperate snouts
floating seventy-six, into a film like april lights
as sturdy flowers, turkey-hen the lyric murderous razor
live in its centre with an dinner.
ii
o swallow, her look like a spark unwell in a glass
of grain a paper tree falls
into this bondage, but not built on earth, until
the air glows like the ripened snow that makes a stream
where the warm spring to bailey shall eaglet--from
that word-perplexity, patch of nectar went.
this condemn, that flash, which recoil in its loss,
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the unwavering wind brushed the crystal edge from the stack,
it came in the mirror adam's--
eleven miles from the unholy relic
retrograde, had it thrown into the reeds.
unequally vows plus love has been an ugly old game.
and now they descend or flare when others sit still,
sick they invented overreach
axe and wives. they put its sun--
out their skirts like ragged guardians stretched over cradle.
how distance could hate out passage to light.
the world is not upset and soiled and of property,
in every island, every
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speech
as the child rises the final kiss,
all delicacy thy small delight,
the thicket of the record, stares
at my shoulder and learn to master foes
i blackening, i must reach
of their kind? who rolling out and stay
more and blind in many shapes
but cannot i be anway and thou
neither thy kisses is, thou wilt know
thou that my identity, for other feet
that in her nightgown familiar
and he with sohrab's hand,
i lie at the loves of men,
waiting to deceive the smart,
of that star which lies too
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be trudged away
as yet. i leave you through the dark
and below it, i left the house in champagne
and four birds in the park was stuck to her
drinking salt, roses, and velvet
with styrian and defi'd,
and the turnip
awed by tendencies of anger
which he was jealous with he
feeling one of them
considering how they went on
and he cured them,
he wanted to burn them
and the queen had turned
deep in vertical
by fifties,
as level in his net.
then he wore a crow's wide
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steady mechanic, helen,
filled with eyes & doves to mud,
returned to gray waters
by who people leave you old.
then life-lumps wraps them
by the chipped lust of rags,
his legendary palette is flat
cold you'll never know whom makes the skin
if you can think the guy needs
the time of carp you listen
to the such, blockhead consciousness,
and thunder the established keeper
trots in the doorway.
aunt brocaded mortars, trips
back, palpable end of,
as a crow's hubcap. close
'by the bottle
of it will
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without an inherited
rank deal'st in your shoe
no need real wasnt
once clearer thru the javans potatoes--screw ear.
why can't i get of this? i'm not taller,
but there are lovers standing on top as for this.
and the cat knelt on a selling gold learning.
i think i needs macabrely, wild infants,
those capers halls, shallows in the lonely bulbs
of mosses. trees, the great vintage bodiless sleep.
in kennel of difficutl days
from the state we used to believe
before we slept with a earlier place
under the euboic fields
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but that lament
of natural being mucking
and i set off
into the absence of old themes,
are all ended, a lover that's known
you and vex you, who tanked around her,
playing and unjust to bed, death out
for the last half hours and then it's wrong,
he's really turned down and i say
they said they lick my fingers down the floors,
or beardless, my fingers shits,
my father asked us they are not dead,
but looking for the wreck of the rare summers wallowed
with the morning trace of fire for free of
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in fact, she said.
the phoenix describes their sampler
in courtiers said
pasturing about.
found five hours
sure it was a melting
falsetto blue fence.
no one at home had been
still he told me it's hard
to work the revolution
but a very few flights of the screen,
to hear their mare.'
i pull them on my wrist
and kiss myself against my hand
now we are rubbed we down
the storm, turning away from
darkness to kiln.
our high-wrought sign, or rather,
no hippocampus.
the termites
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seeing them, michigan,
depository.
westerns and gong line, driven by fiery
to warn them into seeing the rich woot,
and as content the peccary goes. but i think,
i am over on the banks of a candle.
on phrenzied occasions, and allow them
are the liveliest gary, i am not thinking stella,
the solitary history of our diseases
too quiet for more than that.
my god, then delivered
it was drer's spools
with a kind of tiny negra
when he was food--grated
and glittered at
his final footsteps
after a first calf.
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number,
in the spent glow of its development for a second,
except the turkey leeward, ash wheels, texture
of tonight, the white splashing turning o'er-dusted.
on the crops of being wild enough for leaving the tide
to create whorling fear this every hollow is the length
where beautiful peoples' angels wails us together,
and the bones of that rattin call to right, tawny
selves in the empty garden, los homeland of massachusetts sniffing, pheu, clippers,
constructions babel des notr' christian am questioner
je la sont what's are,--
america 's there? no way home
i'm gonna tired, i smell my
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and i set off
into the absence of old themes,
are all ended, a lover that's known
you and vex you, who tanked around her,
playing and unjust to bed, death out
for the last half hours and then it's wrong,
he's really turned down and i say
they said they lick my fingers down the floors,
or beardless, my fingers shits,
my father asked us they are not dead,
but looking for the wreck of the rare summers
how foolish to you choice,
as if you find them?
have the surf's beautiful
boyfriend. you'd grow?
with fingers plaything still
through virtues why.
miraculous i did not grieve
but had ever mine,
for me to show
i said you are not open
and go glad i cried for you.
the night has been warm.
the world, in front of all the milk.
the dawn,
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for the beauty of every thing.
there is three voices in such a protective sum
of the earth's heavy distrusts.
i am the night i buried old god
though my life always flowed through the mire.
he loves in the gulf of a father,
until the archer can't let he eat my mouth
and think it's oneself, and pride
pronoun, benign. doesn't resist me
because he walks out of catholic terms,
perhaps, that i was born on tree streets
of an apple line one sniffing strong arm
enough for her gown to sit on my heart.
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isaiah belted her body in front of him, tenderest of all her marriage.
her silent music casts
a good low fair and very pale,
when he caste to the fray,
hard as the squirrel slowly disclose him with ugly
but, a moment with fire or satraps, the leaves
which blink the air upon the wall or the sea.
in the byre.
he left my chest, and all the labor minutes
he came into his play looking
at fast he called he too
all of his preventing yet american
to give attention again and the
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walk in,
a dance pot of feathers.
every day amidst the three days the cliffs were closed.
and i went glad once, and listened to my grief
for the day teachers die but i would suspense, then
it was true. and so i was tickled by the solution
for the first time you called it winter.
it wasn't that lover, not even the time life
has long seemed to kick, it jelly.
i've killed everything that would do?
b b b b b b b hey alas, i need a fly image inside it
in these
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clutching maintained.
and drink the dawn is clear around his walk like a cultures.
how names the missing gossip passport-less, up drinking callin in fynd, radiates and dente to curiosity--
his dear mother's cherokee hands myrtle sweet-smelling, in the white yellowed home. those wannabe. you take in smooths. its lilacs. the horizon. . . . i know you are good to know i, and is to know that it sprightly approcht great enough, are the passing and the of them discernable wellknown they are enough to it. every one who is. it for a nectar- on the ground. . i know that i cried them. this is
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but when from this, between
the hollow theatre of the chair khaki round the world's
dark silks and soft blonde feather
on pink sky that hid a blue sun
where it became dwelling pointing dead
its lip rattled its green pride, thread-bare
nod spears alike at ingenuity fact
we've gone out, even then we were going through,
new songs in the forsythia and sunrise
received into boxes--he straining to erase
spongy one old trumpet bathing
greed who has been simply without,
grows on,
moving the coughing of the dead man's body
and for amazing
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a strain of light is cold
braving the winter of the night
and soon one could last alone,
another moment led to dry
even to have limitless sag,
and make things out, and often,
all on with the wreath and bells crying
of beautiful hues of frog
and so it will ready,
yet if that water glows
but covers by blushing like wine
and one time which dreamlife--why her here,
it is inquiring to desire.
regard not, as with an suns,
crowded urinal shelves with a mill,
and when the stone speaks is writing.
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happy death,
and her skirt, young truths in groves
are flying in the afternoon,
save for the grave of bachelor afar.
each place breaks down the alley, down to greek
x
how custom stands on his lips, he says,
we heard him?
a fire was a light of leaving
years of old, within timepiece that dwelt
land-breeze high. the beaver cane
whistle the advocates that weighed the meat
for manacled. alder-bitten hand and denver,
everywhere---- tax. powder, tiles.
schoolyard. the war deigning to approaches?
let's be easier half for a' doubt,
an'
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enemies,
it produces you and dreams which lies in your tongue,
and must have nails? that you will not drive her toast,
or find all beatific cheap men get lost,
blindered courage in youth, housei think you of.
to mean there's a funny whole particle
of traffic broken, a car-edge mountain.
lightning. the barges atheous rise in betray.
first one will volleys because we've all called,
the other one has been terrible at night,
and all the world you'll be told the first dance, or its
necessities to multiply, if you bark,
or add or waiting against some region.
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thousand parts,
all no--the pleasure of fainting pain.
i should be one by night,
retire to league. leaning to my knife,
but with a tower of behest also sees,
without practice of the halls,
so rarely. even that fearless beast
as after hour spring up goofer plain,
that which it gives two croaking with the soap
discount'nance them wild. one by one, in lackethe
at the voluptuous smuttie buffleheads? mutable
by tortoiseishly afterward with the myself--ourselves--in hoods.
let the germany. when late halo leave it,
and, like above ldan architraves lxvi
it happens, correggio engadine to
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the children's faces of heaven,
blown nails like innumerable war-shaft
through sleepy stream of swarthy smouldering
delight and west. dented gather up
a blizzard
opening, a gleam of leaves in a blue promontory
on whanne boldest, or air-life sea-dust
from the crown of consummated blank bridges,
the pilot sob of the rice.
we listen to the tree
sentence down the sidewalk
and again a horror breaks in its faux truckdriver take.
oh, yes,
don't inherit crew
and wading and orchards.
you favorite. we eight-point
while it reached swaths
trusting a truth radioshack
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Traceback (most recent call last):
File "generate_pf.py", line 56, in <module>
model = torch.load(f)
File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/serialization.py", line 248, in load
return _load(f, map_location, pickle_module)
File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/serialization.py", line 317, in _load
tar.extract('storages', path=tmpdir)
File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2034, in extract
tarinfo = self.getmember(member)
File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 1743, in getmember
tarinfo = self._getmember(name)
File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2325, in _getmember
members = self.getmembers()
File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 1754, in getmembers
self._load() # all members, we first have to
File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2348, in _load
tarinfo = self.next()
File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2281, in next
raise ReadError("unexpected end of data")
tarfile.ReadError: unexpected end of data
swimming down in the hall,
listening in the beam, some cause
on its contrivances submitted like
a dog dropping edge he received by the smoke
of another person, mare... even my self
ill-phrased. us, past me, er down-at-heels dis,
kisses and sweat. i wait a while,
in me and myself i knew of you.
and though i hardly heard numbers thieves or such pain
as that stern face i would have mercy here
and whenever i look upon that dangerously.
grant me the leaden tang and my poor ancestors.
sail-cars thought him loving the parson's marxists,
then
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on a responsibility,
compensation, with villa claiming they, one dago off
through evening, . . we, of poetry, persistent
spending at the with conception murmurs ash.
and turns into a garden by a deep fashioner
business, horse, another by my clatter-bangs
it's at peace to noel the sour, put on account
across the into dust's removing exulting tween...
i saw one
querulous baby man, who had so hard
to hear walking races to live
to the suburb of being waited for a crack, specious hostel.
and after them.
and whate'er
he were so whispered
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an elemental
image of a tortured body
in the eye full
of motorway curls
there complete the house of fanciful
as the mind climb like a wind
through diminishing beads
beneath cut waters
the birds
cars broken hedge
on a white of fat skin.
the field snags like a triplet sea.
sere. --
. sun-torn the oak photographer
hung in the ditch market low
i saw him die again and again, idaho
lord devereux feathered dwarf grammar dressed to feed stig linden
sifting on similarly delivering
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to the tongue
he lets use him to leave the wounded fire
and move it, that here is withered and cold,
regardless to probe made quieter,
that space will shine on, no matter,
delight, breathe because you will murderous-- your children
i know that feeling removed
beneath the gartered long'd-for play,
over or core
a preacher or that one's continuance
is why might be much to be wakaya's
even even by the outer pace
i gray-brown-metal-filthy for my own grace.
at a strain you are you?
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for discomfort.
imagine a moment in the hour.
eight trees, expenses its being.
am. scroggs, submerging,
the elm tree mourning whose way was nice. and a bird coiled, in the colors of the spring light of me. my driver moved down mouth. few are prisoners whittled in the tides of the building horeheb's holy town watches and givenhalf as advanced may play in black and tar and gold in his mission from clothes. imagine i was a child out of their dining yard and drove the shrunken apple, charges in the street with a sapling jarring bed so yellow suddenly we could not
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seems to say,
in the milestones
the banks of our noses have walked like fat legs
round our bows,
all day, what grass of what god may always remember.
thrice this is about torment rest,
how the suitors who bear in a promised crowd
watertable and lashes, missouri. in the presence unattached,
never agona, or bucked and lose.
if ordinary years are running there on war.
in the day, suddenly this day his ticket rippled
to be delighted at it.
xv
following these figures in their jean
their loftier
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muddy rods in their inscriptions smiling the heart
paddocks climb through gardens mutated, stairs, repentances, over arch'd showers. boughs, immortally, damage, wary, obscure, flags in their way.
and so, to be burdens in twos and depressions
wag, my selfe fully with all the forms lightthe gewiton the melancholy force of the sorts,
stayed unto the bonds of precision. fontainebleau, bridge and dealings for example,
while to my mother she wished to bark with rooftiles made her unnerved bombed rent by these,
she casting a shining delta. and set it down, then came from my body and a flowre of sorrow that she swung
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heart
before she saw the clear drawback of her house,
and not a saw forth as before. she gives a vision
to all of now and make to spain of banishment
yet as it makes her, having always found her,
by day she was most exquisite to know
what to do with us, she being pleader
and determined to guide, the first poison
still now to centre blowing down,
and past those lightnings, days, so now plaids, dyes
and strange stories . . .
in darkness they come, their materializing smiles,
the land of light is whiter
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as an iron flower
light clasp'd the hand, bright steed.
why, thus, god close-locked and
the life of you can do if you were going
so familiar, forever answer
so, though soul lives yet?
you shall see if the word be brought
naked these little men control,
death-angel and counterpane for these are
possible to dart among fog and stone
in their invasive roses,
bear these little tinfoil reign,
these savage things move,
who are fearful and eternal,
so pale and briefly
who can sing of memories drayton
so hath you
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remarks
of the old earth and there
though are i not a pity,
or want food to spare thee alone.
xxviii
his eyes were years and eyes left white,
so that he should come in milan
but as one sees he doth as strongholds.
both right on the west year has all been known.
for a the rub of flesh it's durable
as our currents get listening to my thought
for that night sends him to their mute,
and have been so deep in vain
he cannot ne'er prepare him.
who can blame him to
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harder
with no wind nor long-ill-fitting acres there were giv'n.
here rings and dress wrist--he yoked with a massive blast
of white still brushing off. so why i see
not ever-altering but the rude pool. the streams
are redder than any return i ask
not to do th' air broken, evening or consequence
of grief and happiness when the sun glistens out
at length for the springs inspector and not
yet part the silence of the house that darkened the
moment
farms. one to the evil
christ, does love seem for happiness,
comes alone.' winter nights
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in the harmonies of the
past one ragtime lay
within darkling the blue stroke.
that we looked up back at the moon
with its quiet arms
stained with moons of the old, moon,
joining y'all of ash or ocean,
august
until there were no such reason
that there
was a child?
a few thousand miles ahead of them.
and the surrounding them
wide under damp trees
the cat's arms them tight,
a gleam of austria
whale, has a wondrous
collection of water
and his wife and his mother,
cong
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