i am the path along unseen heather
Snowball (also called a Chaterism): A poem in which each line is a single word, and each successive word is one letter longer. One of the constrained writing techniques utilised by the Oulipo (Workshop of Potential Literature).
o we all have heard people believe anything
Given the mathematical genesis of the Oulipo and the interest in the movement among other programmers, I thought that someone must have created a program to generate these, and I was surprised that I couldn’t find one even after some pretty thorough Googling. So I wrote one myself. The C++ code is here.
i am the dawn light before anybody expected something disorderly
The poems in this post were all created by the program. They have not been edited.
i am the very great change
A delusory image. An explosion composed by a lightbulb and tons of red, orange and yellow gummy bears and worms
You see, this is what I love about Ireland.
Most people would look at that rock and say; “gosh, that’s a pretty cool rock, I wonder how it stays up like that?”
No. That is not the right way to do things.
The Irish look at that and say; “I’m going to build a house on that fucker.”
It took me ten seconds to google this and figure out it was photoshopped. The island is in Thailand (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khao_Phing_Kan) and they stole a bit of Lichtenstein Castle for the top bit. Also, it looks fake.
The orbits of the moons and planets form a 4-dimensional fractal helix in spacetime.
I like this, but the scaling keeps bothering me. Why is Earth bigger than the Sun?
The sort of picture .gifs were made for.
“ Never look at a reference book while doing a first draft. You want to write a story? Fine. Put away your dictionary, your encyclopedias, your World Almanac, and your thesaurus. Better yet, throw your thesaurus into the wastebasket. The only things creepier than a thesaurus are those little paperbacks college students too lazy to read the assigned novels buy around exam time. Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word. There are no exceptions to this rule. You think you might have misspelled a word? O.K., so here is your choice: either look it up in the dictionary, thereby making sure you have it right - and breaking your train of thought and the writer’s trance in the bargain - or just spell it phonetically and correct it later. Why not? Did you think it was going to go somewhere? And if you need to know the largest city in Brazil and you find you don’t have it in your head, why not write in Miami, or Cleveland? You can check it … but later. When you sit down to write, write. Don’t do anything else except go to the bathroom, and only do that if it absolutely cannot be put off. ”
If there’s anything that’ll make you quit Facebook forever, it’s having your father argue with your friends about the Presidential debate.
I’m done. DONE.