behold! i have written a python script (picrel) that converts any paragraph into a freeverse poem. all it does is change every punctuation mark into a newline character and make everything lowercase. now it's a poem. that's how much of a fucking joke freeverse is
>>24542738 (OP)I remember many years ago (before most current /lit/ anons were born) Justine Tunney wrote a program to write blank verse. It crawled the web (I think; I don’t recall precisely where it got its source material) and looked for snippets of text which were in iambic rhythm, and stitched them together to make pentameter lines and grouped them at random.
It was surprising how often you got an interesting juxtaposition or something.
She (yes, he if you like. I like her/him personally so I am loth to pile in on the tranny thing) claimed the poetry it produced was better than almost all modern poetry.
Someone pointed out that what it produced was drivel.
She said that was true. She said she didn't claim its output was better than ALL modern poetry, just most of it.
>>24542738 (OP)Every paragraph is already a free verse poem.
behold
i have written a python script
picrel
that converts any paragraph into a freeverse poem
all it does is change every punctuation mark into a newline character and make everything lowercase
now it
s a poem
that
s how much of a fucking joke freeverse is
I remember many years ago
before most current
lit
anons were born
Justine Tunney wrote a program to write blank verse
It crawled the web
I think
I don
t recall precisely where it got its source material
and looked for snippets of text which were in iambic rhythm
and stitched them together to make pentameter lines and grouped them at random
It was surprising how often you got an interesting juxtaposition or something
She
yes
he if you like
I like her
him personally so I am loth to pile in on the tranny thing
claimed the poetry it produced was better than almost all modern poetry
Someone pointed out that what it produced was drivel
She said that was true
She said she didn
t claim its output was better than ALL modern poetry
just most of it
Every paragraph is already a free verse poem
but it
doesn
t
look
LIKE THIS
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>>24544439>1366x768>928 KB>24542738>OP>BasadoSplendorous. Simply poemlicious.
>>24542738 (OP)Wait, how does that regex even work? Are you trying to trick us?
Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste brought death into the World, and all our woe, with loss of Eden, till one greater Man restore us, and regain the blissful seat, speak, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire that shepherd who first taught the chosen seed in the beginning how the heavens and earth rose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hill delight thee more, and Siloa’s brook that flowed fast by the oracle of God, I thence invoke thy aid to my adventurous novel, that with no middle flight intends to soar above th’ Aonian mount, while it pursues things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer before all temples th’ upright heart and pure, instruct me, for thou know’st; thou from the first wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, dove-like sat’st brooding on the vast Abyss, and mad’st it pregnant: what in me is dark illumine, what is low raise and support; that, to the height of this great argument, I may assert Eternal Providence, and justify the ways of God to men.
Say first—for Heaven hides nothing from thy view, nor the deep tract of Hell—say first what cause moved our grand parents, in that happy state, favoured of Heaven so highly, to fall off from their Creator, and transgress his will for one restraint, lords of the World besides. Who first seduced them to that foul revolt?
Th’ infernal Serpent; he it was whose guile, stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived the mother of mankind, what time his pride had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host of rebel Angels, by whose aid, aspiring to set himself in glory above his peers, he trusted to have equalled the Most High, if he opposed, and with ambitious aim against the throne and monarchy of God, raised impious war in heaven and battle proud, with vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power hurled headlong flaming from th’ ethereal sky, with hideous ruin and combustion, down to bottomless perdition, there to dwell in adamantine chains and penal fire, who durst defy th’ Omnipotent to arms.
