Head over to Really Sypsum for all of your copypasta needs; it now includes the text of issue 8, along with signature phases from each piece. Enjoy!
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Epic poem slowly tweeted: “placid for song no virtue matters held”
Starting this evening, @ReallySystemBot, our little automatic friend, is tweeting out a 2,000-line epic poem entitled “placid for song no virtue matters held,” one rhyming couplet at a time for the next 2500 hours.
Tonight, I will begin tweeting out a 2,000-line epic poem called “placid for song no virtue matters held,” based on the text of RS 1-5…
— Really System Bot (@ReallySystemBot) January 28, 2015
The poem is based on the randomized text of Really System Issues 1-5, broken into 10-syllable rhyming couplets using a modified version of Ross Goodwin’s sonnetizer_g.py python script.
I hope you enjoy this poem as it unfolds over the course of the next few months; it’s dripping with Really-System-ness, and I find it a joy to read.
these hanging to betamax caroline (Issue Three, Sonnetized)
[be gravestones eventually hot air more]
be gravestones eventually hot air more
dresses as current from as lit
damp yellow idle my blonde before
electric left allen heart and shit
cora obviate needs light absorbed he
if said she of the trees
for love trombone the it we
have children since through them extremities
graveyard him humanity carry woozy gleaming
where thinks now subscribed the might
one she we men is steaming
a building setting word equals midnight
faces up marriage lights myself marcel
great go bits i of well
Thanks to Metafilter projects, I recently became aware of Ross Goodwin’s Sonnetizer— an application he’s written in Python to create metrical, rhyming sonnets from any corpus of text. Naturally, he published a book of 10000 new Shakespeare sonnets (co-authored by the Bard himself). It’s pretty magnificent.
Anyway, I had some fun generating sonnets from the text of the issues of Really System (and from the combined text of all three) and sharing them on Twitter yesterday (for example: [february it’s melody quinine]; [to and if those girls this]; [you inaccessible glitter all be]). I’m going to keep playing around with this, and I’ll probably include some in the Really System Print Annual I should have out early next year. But, since we are mere days after the release of Issue Three: Alertly Messy, I wanted to share several sonnets generated just from that issue. They’re super fun to read aloud.
The first several are from a randomized corpus of every word in Issue Three, the final two are from the verbatim issue, line by line. You can tell the difference– the last two keep some phrases whole, which is something interesting to poke under the sonnetizer hood to investigate.
[bound to ready wax with and church for please]
bound to ready wax with and church for please
semester the i ephemeral gray
remember talks to cracked half that a keys
as ca i shadow music yesterday
sea minutes you allowing up and day
for lo girl bottom was girls equals go
murky from hoarding claimed close frogs me gray
furnace stained eye to knockout have hugh know
switch continued tiny tell tall away
their them spatter under apogee when
are uncles able if descend throes they
lost oyster a my like but that crate men
for lights the becomes excoriate i
relations did liquor fiery sky
[these treatment after an inside and blonde]
these treatment after an inside and blonde
of pool green although black it anvil all
and time that le i writes night and beyond
complaints reform armored dynamite tall
with that of girls cartilage my the knew
i gallows lewis collective he hat
takes and in is no luis through into
a wanted my carrying index chat
a thirty bag distance at crease am spine
sea a howl and dire the midnight but he
these hanging to betamax caroline
new congratulated the suddenly
very her found they noticed hat a how
concerning the dense i spatial fund now
[pebble where thinks now subscribed me]
pebble where thinks now subscribed me
in one she we men that
a building setting word equals tiny
faces up marriage lights myself vat
middle great go bits i worry
her fade the is is you
resting its unity to in fiery
threat headline if get fuck do
century have to of chest made
of the any meaning flexing away
architecture of presents been amid stayed
to duchamp for class captain yesterday
sinks it is his whale throes
salt but do missive its hose
[writers gorge yesterday of how her]
writers gorge yesterday of how her
drag musing alerts obsolete dogs grade
weapon axis life dying the feuer
widgets far never sure stayed stayed
would real hope tea this home
dim and good ablaze a know
in the edited child tacit chrome
barometric episode three of frogs orlando
road i a weekly skeletons it
conference nineteen sphere and to grass
doolittle her protest all scroll shit
in reached have you flash glass
me your bought emmett crave lungs
our not pearl to or tongues
[seem in wool of ship mayor used your whale]
seem in wool of ship mayor used your whale
of exaggerated of endings chair
american shall note at that the sale
some at i nothing heaven warming flare
can to other charles i salt form its are
as angers had coming cigarette her
night of another and fuck who lumbar
think if slips ever to the his after
hope started an the to finger the play
called see exit salmon night lights lumbar
to guy among hull ones the yesterday
he the say have a balancing bizarre
she primed windshield my welcome steer folklore
have dust what you his ’til know sugar shore
[that flash warning stay away from men how]
that flash warning stay away from men how
in a boat called love the lights dissolve time
one thirty years in a leather chair now
worlds witnessing wonders a light goes climb
lock the door three children grown lucky am
chat a two word text a skinny three fade
into murky waters crumpled slips lamb
does not suit our present needs we wish stayed
placing your light flickers the harbor sat
point to guide no yellow light to flash that
dim shadow on the shore the stubbed out chat
of death before death the gray whale sinks chat
the bottom harbor poseidon among
her uncles would not have fought shadow young
[flux only in hospitality its]
flux only in hospitality its
accidental architecture begun
to i as a child i am sure widgets
you were taught that fire that fire equals son
your mother tapping into your wrists sake
of your i can flick and switch through never
this static almanac but for the snake
me i can not remember whatever
me how to play with as if yesterday
and i am there as if it were the day
before my cheeks are still warm from the way
across the street disintegrated play
absorbed by its heat ephemeral that
it could do i think that i would fume chat