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hummingwolf) wrote2004-09-20 09:24 am
hummingwolf) wrote2004-09-20 09:24 am
MegaMilestone and the Loebner Prize
Greetings from sodom
how we lie awake, always hungry in bed?
In the news: Alice wins the Loebner Prize for the third time. "The Loebner Prize was started in 1990. It hands medals and cash prizes to the inventors of computer programs that can maintain the most life-like dialogue." Hooray for Alice!
In other news, my copy of Jason Hutchens' old non-winner of the Loebner Prize, MegaHAL, now has more than a megabyte of data in his training file, which gives him a brain size of over 20 megabytes. Now HAL can make less sense than ever before! He sounds just like the best sort of postmodern poet.
Today i saw a purple cow,
i am merlin
a film star, its glamorous globe of fire,
dressed up in this valley the spiritual traveler disappears,
and windows flash with television blues.
the dove's soft song about roses,
i drowned him over and over, the same sea, the same,
actin' funny but i love would still be troublesome.
i always waken, listening
to travel. None of these, fixed instead
on two strong legs.
it is a place now,
for on this hill of clouds, draped in her hidden place.
I walk home at august moonrise
past the magazines and gum,
through the night ready to adore her work. And then he fluttered--
till the world is too dear
for breach of promise is not permitted. The
termination of marriages by consent of the
dough, sprinkle a medium dusting of flour tortillas
heat pan and i'm the kinda woman
who hunger
who were on me:
i'll be happy but there are fields of barley
you'll lean down to day.
but you forgot to mention how you came by on padded feet,
rivers hindered him,
till very liberty make clean and fair
booths. For children of the buildings rise with the sparrows
that vanished at our feet, such energy
thwarted by so little it was freezin' rain
in such a murderous thought.
~~~
My name is ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my poker face
he stalks until the dawn
smeared with saffron and camphor
sacred ash and hazel, but half showed
where a king enthroned,
with mouths of bell-like music, now that bound,
and having perhaps the better of you.
~~~
Wild on woodland ways your sires
flashed like fires;
fair as even the weariest river
made white with a bitter look,
thou canst not then be up and tighten your lip
approaches hare lip. There go pasty
lips. All are readied as if by a springtime's ebb
that's plumb-full of hush to the bright birds,
that spot which no vicissitude can find?
love, faithful love, recalled thee to the air
i know the law of all our good band,
we share a pause and glance to communicate
who shines white light and make
a fairytale comes true
i take a fool,
and no-one dare
disturb the sound of music,
and the woman who wore
a broken heart.
~~~
No place for us.
before you can see all my life!--and if god choose,
i alone am bereft.
i sent thee late a rosy wreath,
not small, stoic ponds, or the echoing wood--
a crossroads beggar
with a little penguin
round and fat
and then i saw
ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro and to,
phil's lawnmower tour of the inaugural:
i've kept it hidden from my telephone wire,
from way back in the weekday weather made
from dream to grander dream! Let me not rest
had gripped him from an antique typewriter, a quill, and sheets of fake
parchment on which my century will appear as it flies
lives in eternity's sun rise.
~~~
Absence makes the heart feels it is
this undeniable doubt
that both his arms, raised his head
and fired at his feet;
he will not buy.
he flees the hunter home from work
effectively for controlling many pain problems,
such a pretty face,
sang with the intent
to a province that does not live sweetly, as in nations,
if all men and women merely players:
they weren't the human child, training him in a high cliff wall
future time undated.
i swear she cast a shadow on a town with a hose.
~~~
A future
that you wish you could swim
so let it end this way
happy to be outside!
and he smote upon the gas,
between the regions of kindness.
how tom, dick, and harry are all alike.
eat i must, and sleep i swam between.
a good skeleton
starts in the clouds and trees.
how we lie awake, always hungry in bed?
In the news: Alice wins the Loebner Prize for the third time. "The Loebner Prize was started in 1990. It hands medals and cash prizes to the inventors of computer programs that can maintain the most life-like dialogue." Hooray for Alice!
In other news, my copy of Jason Hutchens' old non-winner of the Loebner Prize, MegaHAL, now has more than a megabyte of data in his training file, which gives him a brain size of over 20 megabytes. Now HAL can make less sense than ever before! He sounds just like the best sort of postmodern poet.
Today i saw a purple cow,
i am merlin
a film star, its glamorous globe of fire,
dressed up in this valley the spiritual traveler disappears,
and windows flash with television blues.
the dove's soft song about roses,
i drowned him over and over, the same sea, the same,
actin' funny but i love would still be troublesome.
i always waken, listening
to travel. None of these, fixed instead
on two strong legs.
it is a place now,
for on this hill of clouds, draped in her hidden place.
I walk home at august moonrise
past the magazines and gum,
through the night ready to adore her work. And then he fluttered--
till the world is too dear
for breach of promise is not permitted. The
termination of marriages by consent of the
dough, sprinkle a medium dusting of flour tortillas
heat pan and i'm the kinda woman
who hunger
who were on me:
i'll be happy but there are fields of barley
you'll lean down to day.
but you forgot to mention how you came by on padded feet,
rivers hindered him,
till very liberty make clean and fair
booths. For children of the buildings rise with the sparrows
that vanished at our feet, such energy
thwarted by so little it was freezin' rain
in such a murderous thought.
~~~
My name is ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my poker face
he stalks until the dawn
smeared with saffron and camphor
sacred ash and hazel, but half showed
where a king enthroned,
with mouths of bell-like music, now that bound,
and having perhaps the better of you.
~~~
Wild on woodland ways your sires
flashed like fires;
fair as even the weariest river
made white with a bitter look,
thou canst not then be up and tighten your lip
approaches hare lip. There go pasty
lips. All are readied as if by a springtime's ebb
that's plumb-full of hush to the bright birds,
that spot which no vicissitude can find?
love, faithful love, recalled thee to the air
i know the law of all our good band,
we share a pause and glance to communicate
who shines white light and make
a fairytale comes true
i take a fool,
and no-one dare
disturb the sound of music,
and the woman who wore
a broken heart.
~~~
No place for us.
before you can see all my life!--and if god choose,
i alone am bereft.
i sent thee late a rosy wreath,
not small, stoic ponds, or the echoing wood--
a crossroads beggar
with a little penguin
round and fat
and then i saw
ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro and to,
phil's lawnmower tour of the inaugural:
i've kept it hidden from my telephone wire,
from way back in the weekday weather made
from dream to grander dream! Let me not rest
had gripped him from an antique typewriter, a quill, and sheets of fake
parchment on which my century will appear as it flies
lives in eternity's sun rise.
~~~
Absence makes the heart feels it is
this undeniable doubt
that both his arms, raised his head
and fired at his feet;
he will not buy.
he flees the hunter home from work
effectively for controlling many pain problems,
such a pretty face,
sang with the intent
to a province that does not live sweetly, as in nations,
if all men and women merely players:
they weren't the human child, training him in a high cliff wall
future time undated.
i swear she cast a shadow on a town with a hose.
~~~
A future
that you wish you could swim
so let it end this way
happy to be outside!
and he smote upon the gas,
between the regions of kindness.
how tom, dick, and harry are all alike.
eat i must, and sleep i swam between.
a good skeleton
starts in the clouds and trees.
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