Between work and school and trying to keep on top of SecGov Robots and the next year’s batch of Phone Guyses, I’ve had little time for ordinary posts on the site lately. Well, for one of my classes I had to produce a few “found poems” so I might as well throw them up on here, right? The correct answer is “right”.
Friendspeak (a found poem made from lines of texts between Marq and me)
I have a new phone.
It is one of those technology phones.
I will still get the message in a robotic voice.
I am in Dartmouth.
Where will Kip be at?
Plenty of time, I suppose.
I just now got your song picture.
Huggable angel statues.
A Larry David-looking guy’s car broke down in the rotary.
Traffic is nuts. I will be late.
Trust Us, We Are Human (a found poem made from Spam comments on This Very Website)
Oakland survived a shaky night.
We fix it.
Hardly is it possible to imagine that more such good exists.
I believe it’s just the way you search
within the mirror, not the amount.
What they did to him was senseless.
So do not be much too difficult on your self.
Do whatever you can
plus the relaxation will get the job done alone out.
Precognitive Robot (a found poem made from Kip’s text prediction application, which attempts to determine what you are trying to type before you finish.)
Fifth liftoff urged Uhura
watch outright hunch.