I’m beginning to understand the exultation of spam-lords, the rapturous power narcotic that arises from watching thousands of words of perhaps-dubious quality arise & spew in a rapid unreadable scrawl across a screen.
Beyond semantics, words like sperm procreate incessantly in abundant sementics. Quality in this inverted world is a quantity.
On the technical side: today, I fixed the repetition hatching; used pattern.en to correct articles (like ‘an’ or ‘a’) and conjugate correct verb participles (as in ‘I’m walking home…’); and created FAKE_authors (because who wants to read a poem written by a bot…unless it’s good, which these poems are not yet).
Nest Girl: Allergic Tales Dogs Bottom Kill Toucan Life by Johannes Mackowski
An attack to excuse the latter transition of the Earth’s rising up by mutagenesis Now in functioning caption of Lyell: caveat emptor of Geology The ben clearway tight end on the QT, Broken dust in the abyss where The viaduct lave out days agone. Continue reading “Another 10k day”
I received an email today from a friend who is a poet named Ian Hatcher; his email included an MP3 of himself reading a poem I had generated using code that was a bit broken .
Ian Hatcher reads “woodland_pattern”
I sent this particular poem to Ian because it included a lot of repetition; Ian’s style involves repetition, productive repetitions, calibrated repetitions, sung repetitions, drone repetitions, blind repetitions, profound repetitions.
To my mind the repetition was a bug; from the perspective of efficient communication, a repeated word is an inefficient redundant symbol. In my mind, an ancient mantra chanted: effective text is succinct and to the point. But Hatcher’s work (among others) reminds me of the parallel/opposite tradition of trance ritual (incantation incantation incantation …) appropriated by post-modern poetics. Time does not matter: matter cycles.
Poetry belongs to both traditions (efficient condensation and redundant trance-inducing repetition). It is both a sustainment of affective efficient communication where redundancy is reduced and it is also a mode of being that involves states of consciousness invoked by rhythm and repetition.
Repetition is exactly what my code started churning out unexpectedly today after I made an error in how I dealt with 2 letter prepositions followed by punctuation. So I generated 10k+ poems in that style.
A computer-generated stanza
predictably, aluminum business and USDA diverge diverge diverge and the deflagration catapult sow in the sagas van chicken farm carnival carnival carnival with shallot desktop and radicchio
Data-art involves days of futile searches. Redundant processes, meandering through archives trying to retrieve relevant results. In this case, a collocation search resulted (as usual) in 99% pure cruft.
Cruft may be a synonym for poetry: the craft of recycling phenomenological debris into revelations.
Process: a trigram collocation search [in other words, a search for 3 words together] of 10,573 poems from the Poetry Foundation.
Filtered for the most frequent 3 word phrases:
before filter: 2,654,603 phrases,
after filter: 532,852 phrases.
joys Of sense joys Of serving joys Of subtler
love I fell
love I fill
love I had.
milk & sugar
milk . .
milk And blood
milk From burning
sexual feud And
time, I climbed
time, I cut
Augmented humans have existed since the first horse was tamed, since fire was carried in coals slung in a goat’s bladder lined with moss and pebbles; since the first toilet was born in a rock’s gullet.
Run a car down with a a bicycle. Chase a sprinter with an airplane. Make a nuclear bomb with matches. I dare you.
Welcome the cyber poet. Touch it’s silicon tongue, algorithm-rich, drenched in data. Obligatory obliteration.
Keep in mind, the results emerge from recipes. I am not the best chef in the world. This is mere crawling. But it is instinct which suggests a path, a motion and a blur over the meaning of creativity. Symbiosis.