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Long Form Poetry #43

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CamdenSegal opened this issue Oct 30, 2014 · 2 comments
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Long Form Poetry #43

CamdenSegal opened this issue Oct 30, 2014 · 2 comments

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Thinking of making a Markov poetry generator that given a large body of text and a rhyming scheme / rhythm will generate a long form poem.

@CamdenSegal CamdenSegal changed the title I'm in! Long Form Poetry Nov 2, 2014
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I've got an initial implementation here. You can install it now and generate your own poems! I'm still refining and might rethink some parts but I'm very happy so far.

Here is a 252 word spooky sonnet:

Daintiness voluptuousness of hurling,
feature of the mirth as it seemed to plead,
while the smallest atom as the swirling,
contemplate the species of the quickest speed,
delineation of the prettiest foot d'or,
even you must make trial began to mirth,
i'll blow on the other lair or the war,
in this effeminacy is out of his berth,
be made frequent occasion a pitcher,
together good will turn in the poetic scrawl,
its mutilation of each a richer,
ye then do not much people of the wall,
dead absolutely refuses to moan,
by the day he ordered by magic zone,
from him was lapsing into the mourners,
particular burden upon the sun's,
speculations as realisation that no corners,
many visits were wrinkled cowhide ones,
disappeared while the same magnificent trunks,
vainly warning look outs of the shrieking,
like this i resumed our act the monks,
oak will tell him in the darkness creaking,
vengeance on the like limbered varying,
little wind died away after still bluer,
inducing those who would have the carrying,
helsing placed a nantucketer's for ewer,
obedience to reflect upon the prophet,
to my at the pound it as to profit,
its vertebrae are some thirty gallons,
massacre made no word the immense prices,
favourite of the last after its talons,
friend entered the everlasting ices,
traced upward i will can get as the realms,
and tinges everything look at length dawned,
danced round again i looked out of great elms,
his hand pressed for worshipping world hath spawned.

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Final poem is readable here! http://camdensegal.github.io/poem-gen/

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