Rettberg references a poem generator that I thought was similar to Strachey's Love Letters called Auto-Beatnik. The program generates random poems that sound very artsy and philosophical. There are so many layers of irony to unpack, like the fact that beatniks were obsessed with self-expression and rejecting society's views. It is ironic, because a machine can easily generate a poem that sounds like a beatnik wrote them. The poems are meant to be unique and stand out, and yet a computer can predict what a beatnik would write. I could not find the link to the actual generator, and there were not many results about it, but I found an example of what the program would generate that was not in our textbook:
Few fingers go like narrow laughs.
An ear won’t keep few fishes,
Who is that rose in that blind house?
And all slim, gracious, blind planes are coming,
They cry badly along a rose,
To leap is stuffy, to crawl was tender.
While the poems are kind of nonsense, they are convincing enough to make a reader believe that someone actually wrote them by using a lot of imagery and popular words. For example, floral imagery is found often in poetry, and using the word "blind" to describe an inanimate object like a house or plane makes the reader think the "author" is being "deep" and thoughtful, when it was really written by a computer program.
https://elmcip.net/creative-work/auto-beatnik
Meg Champagne
I don't think anyone ever adapted auto-beatnik for the web, sadly. I bet it would be fun. It was a very, very big computer in 1962... so much work to produce these little pieces of randomness (that would have been easier just to write (and, like you said, would make more sense)... kinda great.
ReplyDeleteI like the point of the irony surrounding the uniqueness of the auto-beatnik. It makes me wonder if the poems generated should be considered artistic, or is the machine the real art. If each poem is unique, if a reader had no knowledge that it was randomly generated, would they be more likely to appreciate the art of the poem.
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