Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Quoth

Ran into a quote I liked. Its taken from an article against vivisection, circa 1875, but I felt it sums up the last few hundred years of Man vs Nature.

"...looking forth over a world which will then own no other sway than his, shall exult in the thought that he has made of this fair green earth, if not a heaven for man, at least a hell for animals."
---Lewis Carroll

But we are animals too...
For the Poet, cynicism is a fatal disorder.

Another taste of the Mandible

Early morning. Pre-caffination. My parieto-temporal and inferior frontal gyrus regions froze trying to read this phrase:

"On the other hand, the idea of attaining the cycle lifting of voltage waveform by bringing into use microcontroller which is of 8051 family can be extremely exact as per the plan engraved in assembly or C language so that the real time average voltage or electric current practiced at the load is fairly lesser than the entire signal if functional to the load."


This is almost poetry.

"On the other hand, the idea,
   of attaining the cycle lifting waveform 
           by bringing into use 
   be extremely exact as per the plan
           so that 
   the real time electric
  practiced at the load 
  is fairly lesser than 
  signal."

Perhaps I have the making of a book of found poetry here. I dredge the Internet for the almost Markov-chain output of humans and then parse and edit according to strict rules.
The work above was created by 'delete-only, but layout freely'.
Other rules might be 'add particles: "the, and. a, or, it, is" ', or 'cut/paste phrase'.
The key is minimal transmogrification, because I'm trying to reveal the natural beauty of these lunatic paragraphs. The title has , of course, already been found: 'Who Defrays the Mandible.'
Coming soon to Lulu.com, and God Have Mercy On Our Souls (because we sure as hell can't stop this train wreck)

Cue a mix of 'U Can't Touch This' and 'Please Don't Stop The Music'

Aphoritaxic: Do not grasp your own wit by the blade.



Every apprentice carver will learn
That even the keenest blade can turn.
Cut with care: 
Sharp wits slice the deepest.