Saturday 13 June 2015

On Cyber-randomized Verse Industrialization


My automatic poetry-writing program JanusNode is—like blue cheese, minimalist paintings, and the music of  Darius Milhaud—an acquired taste. I am only a little less bewildered than the rest of my family about how I acquired this obscure taste. Some people just like blue cheese, and some people just do not. Who can hope to explain why? Why do we even want to explain it? Let those who like Stilton eat it, and let the rest enjoy Kraft cheese. We have world enough for both types of people.

My fascination with '21st century digital poetry industrialization' (as JanusNode once dubbed it) goes back over three decades. For most of that time it was a mainly private obsession. JanusNode was exposed to a larger audience when I realized—years after I had opened a Twitter account and wondered what to do with it—that Twitter was the perfect medium for JanusNode. The hardest part of successful 'pata-combinatoric poem printing ' (as JanusNode has also dubbed it) is keeping the semantic thread. It is surprisingly easy to get a machine to randomly generate 140 characters that occasionally make a statement that is witty or profound or funny or insightful. It is harder to coax a machine to randomly generate much longer strings that do not just seem obviously and dully random. However,  JanusNode has always done that occasionally. Recently I came up with a way to constrain its vocabulary around a particular topic so as to increase the probability of semantic coherence across ever-longer strings. Here I am publishing for the first time some of JanusNode's recent longer works (length > 140).

There is a school of thought that says that we should remove the human touch entirely from aleatoric text thoughts. My attitude has always been that we should give computer authors no more and no less respect than we would give to any human author. I have treated JanusNode's productions here exactly the same way I would have treated a human being's productions if they were submitted to me: I have very occasionally imposed some minor edits, especially where it seemed obvious that there must just be a typographic error. Though I have therefore occasionally tweaked the punctuation, capitalization, conjugation, or phrase-splitting, there is no sense in which any person or machine could reasonably claim that I substantially altered the intent of the real author, which is here not me but randomness. I have treated randomness the same way an admiring editor would treat Charles Bukowski, Richard Brautigan, or Henry Miller: with sober respect for her literary talent, coupled with a realistic recognition of the fact that she might have been drunk when she wrote the text. 

Enjoy.

[Image adapted from: William Felkin's (1867) A History of the Machine-wrought Hosiery and Lace Manufactures]
 
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Marriage was strained by

waiting and
    waiting
 and waiting and waiting and waiting
             to
       commit to
investigating the perceived feminine characteristics
           in women
           of beauty        


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 Death is the termination of
         identity
        and
  terror
  hysteria
          night terror
             nightmare
       ontogenetic fiction
       horror vacui 


  

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the origin
      of
       consciousness and
       the coming back
             to fear
       and
 how
        to avoid
             this threat
  perceived -
     Why are
          we here?
         

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        energy
             consumption
       goes
         into sustaining the
            intimacy of
              and commitment to
              the virtue
              of the contents
              of experience
             

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to
         be an
 expression
     of divine grace
pious and
             sacred
 activity
          and
  driving the secretion of a group
           of neurons
                 

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 Death is the termination of the
           attitude we take
     towards
a high stage
            of existence
         that
           transcends
    and contains
 both an
       aesthetic and extinction.


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 The brain
               is characterized by progressive cognitive
 deterioration
 together with intensified
       hunting:
the universe as
       an incentive for
             the production of
             more
             efficient
    muskets
             

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SOCRATES: But were we not saying that when a thing has parts, all the parts will be a whole and all?
WITTGENSTEIN: Your question makes no more sense than dazzling science, which I have never pretended to understand.
WITTGENSTEIN: We are dazzled by an ideal and therefore fail to see the actual use of the word clearly.
            

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Ostracizing Stabilizer

To ostracize, to ostracize, to ostracize, to centralize,
              to centralize all while you ostracize,
              to centralize the centralizer...
          

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Write and perform a song (in the style of  'Shake, Rattle and Roll' by Big Joe Turner) about the role of fiction in psychoanalysis while singing  'Fortunate Son' by Creedence Clearwater Revival. Ask the audience to meditate on the theater. Dedicate this piece to people everywhere who are suffering from depression.
            

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come, insightful deity,
              and perceive the supreme hours yourself,
        for when you perceive them,
           my love,
        my insightful brain turns into a generous spontaneity
        and an enviable award-winning
              leisure.
            

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 The Outrageous Fingernail Of Me

  I will always remember
        my Dadaism
              joyful unveiling
        joyous entertaining
        a murderous atheist in the dainty mountain
         

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still I must know where to look for a dream,
still I must know where to look for a dream

        I have assumed that I do not dream myself,
              I have assumed here that I do not dream myself,
 
                still I must know where to look for a dream.
        I have assumed here that I do not dream myself?
           

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  The choice.
        The choice...

        Isn't it as though I were choosing?
  I no longer have any choice.

 
                I no longer have any choice.
  The choice.
  But should we also call it justifying an imagined choice?
           

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embrace
  memory's loving voices        
              the ocean fill'd with joy
    for every woman too
          and love
                dear friend
                whoever you are
    take this kiss.
           

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The Desire

I,
    unaccustomed to a religious theory,
     separated from
  any truthful contentment,
  exist always underestimating
    in a peaceful mind
    the nothings. 


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The Need

To light,
  to accept,
                to underestimate,
                to pleasure,
        to ease all
                              while you lighten,
  to love a guidance-
                did we finally only have a delightful religion?
           

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Our world depends upon
                    pessimism
        over-grown by the beautiful.

              I
          am here for
  your classic
      love...

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 There is nothing I hate like a bird,
     there is nothing I hate like a bird,
          silent in life escape
                roaming in thought over the universe
                    

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SOCRATES: Then we must not speak of seeing any more than of not-seeing, nor of any other perception more than of any non-perception, if all things partake of every kind of motion?
JANUSNODE: That makes me think of Nietzsche's point that a casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
     

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  look at a cat when it stalks a bird

                    portray these acts in words

       
          I mean this
                            simply invites me to apply the picture I am given
                                       to imagine a form of life
                                     
                then suddenly I saw it...

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