All But Merely an Empy Sky
Posted on May 3, 2003 Posted by John Scalzi 4 Comments
I was playing with this, a script that generates a freeform poem beased on the text of a Web page you enter, and I had it generate a poem from my entry of 9/12/2001, which, aside from being about 9/11, is one of the more lyrical things I’ve written on this site. The resulting poem is surprisingly not bad, and eerily evocative in places. Here it is.
All but merely an empty sky
like this Nighttime eventually fell, and moon
had to observe, nearly anyone
anywhere in my daughter,
I did ask myself, Pandora unleashed
terrors upon the planes.
Eventually fell, and cheerful grace. Ironically, the
white noise of sky to celebrate that
surely my daughter who
loves to appreciate its blue
inverted bowl, set before
that there any in the
constellation of summer
with their cloud of
the major. We see that
singular sky, Before that singular sky,
like that. I
less than five minutes.
How about that. The sense of chaotic disruption is actually an effective structure here. I’ve yet to see a decent poem that’s been deliberately written on the subject, but, weirdly, this is one of the more moving pieces I’ve read.
I was very surprised as well, not in the least because this was the first “poem” that popped out of the generator. Hitting the reload button on the browser created subsequent “poems,” none of which was even remotely as effective.
for me, cry. I only a
decade, and there was a fleeting
Broken.corebreaks the ashes of
some phone calls rather incomprehensible to
those thoughtsThose thoughts those who
by sheer improbablity that
is very much memory….well
and in the
praticalites of fear.Tears of being
It speaks for itself, really, doesn’t it?
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