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hummingwolf) wrote2004-08-26 11:41 am
hummingwolf) wrote2004-08-26 11:41 am
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Help! He's aspirating!
I was looking at the MegaHAL poetry page today and noticed that two of my contributions from years ago ended with the line "aspirations in the clouds but your hopes go down the sky." I know that the line "aspirations in the clouds but your hopes go down the drain" comes from the Howard Jones song "No One Is To Blame"; I'm unsure where HAL got the phrase "down the sky" and don't feel like looking it up. Anyway, I got to wondering whether my MegaHAL with his current database would be more creative with the line, so of course I had to check immediately. Here, then, are the first five poems MegaHAL came up with when prompted with the word "aspirations."
1. His figure intertwined
with two left feet find grace with a bump on the pain
aspirations in the north.
~~~
2. Just because i don't know why
one by one into the room and heard her
it is not love
with this regard their currents turn awry,
and southward aye we fled.
and think, this heart, all evil shed away,
this cloddish insecurity of my lamp
and fishes danced in a countless
variety of shapes, some imitating birds, reflecting
man's original aspirations to conquer space.
~~~
3. The craft was not fright,
but totally unprepared
for him who thence could solace bring
to see what direction you choose.
you're on your hands or a deer.
i told them something of the sea
city on a cutting board. Sprinkle the chopped italian parsley over it all wrong.
she cannot feel the pain
aspirations in the trees, well they'd be happy for you
electric blue
under one's own bed
and
sally wants a proud man
but the silence was unbroken, and the pastoral eglantine,
fast fading violets covered up in a million lies, a million wrongs in this town
'cause i am ready for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, am meant to me
but i can see the way it wrinkled if
you won't know the river will bring disaster.
i was emerging from.
they were four men,
living all together,
and climb black branches up a brand new day.
~~~
4. I've already quit everything.
there's nothing i'd like to tame a fairy,
to think or reason why
this sort of runic rhyme,
to take bread at my back i always be there
hanging from its place,
but never anymore the dead.
oh it never would do to the moon;
the stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
wisdom was mine, and i in a dairy.
though use make you drool just like the lesser things,
and everything i did.
and there, there overhead, there, there hung over
the woman's heart to be clever
and there's roses in scarlet are heavy
and snowy summits old in story;
the high cicadas chirr;
a straw sandal sunk to the side of town,
except in that sleep of the wood:
they had to stop carrying my pain
aspirations in the sky:
there where it bent in the middle of each other.
~~~
5. Better a live coward than a dead salmon frozen in a countless
variety of shapes, some imitating birds, reflecting
man's original aspirations to conquer space.
~~~~~
So, clearly HAL now has two texts with the word "aspirations" to choose from. (Man needs to aspire to conquer something else, don't you think?) At least my favorite postmodern poet is more creative now: other aspirations he came up with were in the middle of the avenue, in the sand, in the air, in the heat, in the world.
Yes, I am a geek.
1. His figure intertwined
with two left feet find grace with a bump on the pain
aspirations in the north.
~~~
2. Just because i don't know why
one by one into the room and heard her
it is not love
with this regard their currents turn awry,
and southward aye we fled.
and think, this heart, all evil shed away,
this cloddish insecurity of my lamp
and fishes danced in a countless
variety of shapes, some imitating birds, reflecting
man's original aspirations to conquer space.
~~~
3. The craft was not fright,
but totally unprepared
for him who thence could solace bring
to see what direction you choose.
you're on your hands or a deer.
i told them something of the sea
city on a cutting board. Sprinkle the chopped italian parsley over it all wrong.
she cannot feel the pain
aspirations in the trees, well they'd be happy for you
electric blue
under one's own bed
and
sally wants a proud man
but the silence was unbroken, and the pastoral eglantine,
fast fading violets covered up in a million lies, a million wrongs in this town
'cause i am ready for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, am meant to me
but i can see the way it wrinkled if
you won't know the river will bring disaster.
i was emerging from.
they were four men,
living all together,
and climb black branches up a brand new day.
~~~
4. I've already quit everything.
there's nothing i'd like to tame a fairy,
to think or reason why
this sort of runic rhyme,
to take bread at my back i always be there
hanging from its place,
but never anymore the dead.
oh it never would do to the moon;
the stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
wisdom was mine, and i in a dairy.
though use make you drool just like the lesser things,
and everything i did.
and there, there overhead, there, there hung over
the woman's heart to be clever
and there's roses in scarlet are heavy
and snowy summits old in story;
the high cicadas chirr;
a straw sandal sunk to the side of town,
except in that sleep of the wood:
they had to stop carrying my pain
aspirations in the sky:
there where it bent in the middle of each other.
~~~
5. Better a live coward than a dead salmon frozen in a countless
variety of shapes, some imitating birds, reflecting
man's original aspirations to conquer space.
~~~~~
So, clearly HAL now has two texts with the word "aspirations" to choose from. (Man needs to aspire to conquer something else, don't you think?) At least my favorite postmodern poet is more creative now: other aspirations he came up with were in the middle of the avenue, in the sand, in the air, in the heat, in the world.
Yes, I am a geek.
I like. . .
Re: I like. . .
"Kites are made in a countless
variety of shapes, some imitating birds, reflecting
man's original aspirations to conquer space."