Afraid of money: 5 (mostly) procedurally generated poems

I’ve been curious about procedural content generation, so I spent the weekend experimenting with this Markov chain generator and tutorial. I have no Python experience, but it was easy for me to set up and use. I think you’ll recognize some of the source text, which I intentionally kept brief. I’m happy with the results, which I might describe as “flarfkov” :). (The results also reminded me of how much I enjoyed the 2009 hit “Team, meet girls.”)

I asked the program to generate output text that was 200 words long, beginning alternately with “I” and “You.” As you can probably tell, I lightly edited the output: I introduced line breaks, truncated some lines, deleted some lines, and changed the order of a couple of lines–though not the order of individual words.

I’m interested in texts that show their seams, and I’m interested in exploring “soft constraints”–i.e., texts that are produced by some sort of mechanical constraint in collaboration with human intervention. I’m also hoping to find ways to work with procedural methods whereby violence is not enacted on source texts the way that it is too often enacted on bodies.

Here are the poems:

1.
I wanna rock
with the dream, afraid of money.”
Call me!
(Call me!)
I’ll arrive
Call me!
(Call me!)
I’ll arrive
day or Night It’s still rock the heart, afraid
of money.”
Dance the rose Girl,
Call me!(Call me!)
All in the night away.
No dark sarcasm
in the night away.
Stick Around, I got so rare. There’s
promise in the night away.
Out on my motorbike. Until I’m driving?
There’s a magazine…Aimed at your soul
We’re gonna ride on me, oh
call me
to groove with a long ride the dream,
afraid of a move to bleed.

2.
You don’t eat yer meat?”
“You! Yes, you
Gotta move
to rock-n-roll. Gotta make a straight ‘A’ student?
“If you know
about a cradle Call
on the classroom.
Nothin’ can never hear enough of dying
That never get on my baby.
She knows how to feel the line
She leaves your calling chart.
You can never get on
the tender reed. but it’s always been the lucky
and cold fever
I know me.
Some say love, it jives (ooh,
ooh). It
shakes

3.
When the night has been too much.
Your best bet’s a hunger
It cries (like a move on.
W-h-o-a
You are magic.
Do that your dreams
Alive For you. W-h-o-a baby.
I’ll bring all your dream.
There’s a magic that must get hip.
It’s Coming Up,
Coming Up Like A Flower.
It’s Coming

4.
Next phase, new band in our way.
You won’t make a town that’s right for me.
How about it,
Gotta make a river
That We All To Last Forever.
We Can Get Together
We Can Get Together
We Can Make It, Stick With Me.
Yeah. All in a town that’s right for me.
Just remember in the heat
Take a new sound stand
in a river
That drowns

5.
It’s the crowd I’m ready.
I must get hip.
And get hip.
And get more mileage from a hunger An endless
aching need.
But you take a cheap pair of sneakers.”
You take me movin’.
Once
is only For the bike sheds,
what they say love, ‘Cause we can never
enough with you,
its only seed.
I say love,
it is never enough
of a long ride on the car
Coming Up Like A Flower. She leaves me
once again.