A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Bad Poetry: Heretical Rhyme Generator


As if there wasn't enough bad poetry around, now you can automatically generate more with Chris Seidel's Heretical Rhyme Generator (http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Poem/). Just feed it a first line and it will write a poem for you. I gave it the line "How do I love thee" and this is what I got:

How do i love thee

Oh boy, does she smell

Oh my, Oh, might what then can it be?

'Twas my last mistake-my death knell.


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1 Comments:

Anonymous Christopher said...

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

oh that this too too sullied flesh

Unconsoled in the search for a wanton way.

After having sushi with David Koresh

10:30 AM  

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