Challenge 1 (call for participation)

As per the guidelines in the previous post, we are soliciting submissions in any media that are, even tangentially,  related to themes addressed in this blog. However, wide open calls are often harder to submit to than calls with stringent constraints on what can be submitted.  (Textual constraints are a major part of the Oulipo literary movement, and were also used in writing the original NFE texts.)

So we offer this specific challenge:  Look at the lists of Erewhon keywords (some are actually phrases) and choose one list.  Then make a piece of media (text, image, video, animation, sound, interactive multimedia or even old style media such as painting or embroidery) that uses your whole list of keywords.  You can be strict about this and use the exact keywords in a text, or be looser and allow them to be altered or replace by something they evoke.  The piece does not need to contain text at all.  The keywords may be represented by images or sounds or some more indirect manner.

The results will be posted on the blog and possibly subected to further remixing.

30 October 2009


26 October 2009 announce user-contrib


The Electronic Muse

The Electronic Muse (Millie Niss) from Oulipoems

25 October 2009 generative digital poetry sporkworld


News from Erewhon vs. Computer-Generated Text

In News from Erewhon, we used techniques of free-association and constraints to try to mine the human unconscious so as to generate unusual texts. These techniques come from the Surrealists and are in some ways exactly the opposite idea from computer-generated text. The French Surrealists, as well as some Romantics and Parnassians, were almost in awe of the power of human imagination and would go to heroic lengths to liberate that imagination. Rimbaud (not a member of these movements but contemporary with them and inspired by them) was particularly known for this: He used sleep deprivation, drugs and alcohol, and other drastic methods to aim at “le déreglement de tous les sens” (“the un-tuning of all the senses”) that would reveal the poetry hidden in his brain even if it destroyed him in the process.

These psychological techniques are quite different from the rather safe and sterile procedure of writing computer programs that produce texts, even if both methods yield nonsense of a possibly similar nature. We do not look down on computer generated text (indeed our Oulipoems has a tool for generating text) but we do think that the idea of writing a complex program for the purpose of generating real literature is a dead end. Even if it were possible to create a program that could make truly great literature (and it is not given the current state of research in Natural Language Processing and Stylistics) it would not be desirable, in the same way there is no point in making a robot that can enjoy food for us or appreciate classical music. We would just be robbing ourselves of the joy of writing.

On the other hand, I see significant potential in human-machine collaboration, in which computers use large datasets and randomized algorithms to make suggestions to human writers, much as the prompting keywords in Erewhon do. In that usage, we are not replacing the author with a machine, but rather supplying the author with a tool that is technically advanced but functions like a fancy thesaurus or reference library.

— Millie Niss

25 October 2009 poety text generative millie


Computer-generated text based on NFE 1.0 texts

I used a free web page (see below) to generate text based on the full set of News from Erewhon 1.0 texts.

Method: The texts were combined into a single text file, with line breaks removed except between paragraphs. Titles were removed as their syntax and capital letters distort the results. Apostrophes were removed so that contractions (such as “isnt”) would be treated like regular words. M-dashes were eliminated because they were represented by two hyphen in the source text. Punctuation which muct occur in pairs (i.e. (,),” etc.) was removed. All other punctuation was separated from the word it was next to so it would be treated like a word.

Here is the first (500 words, size of word groupings = 1) text generated by the web page. I have altered it only by removing the spaces before periods and commas and adding a line break at carriage returns:

If you. Id rather play pat-a-cake than be accused of the day their eternal sleep of his mans overalls. See if she cares. This was fired on its bombed-out cage.
The foliage outside bristled with the dawn of your mind, and sacrificing-sheep-for-Id tenants and the son, enlivening liqueur. Whether you pay. She slept fitfully, like the chainsaw as were good enough for us when she came to Eternity and saves them, for the terrain of your charms is where I moaned, my uncle cooked for now, but all harm.
I know, I thought until I know that made her hair of some half-eaten Triscuits and stones.
Attending church was marked by frequent and when he should clear your choice of before the cherry tree. I dont toss your horn has no objection when he thought, with each small herb garden or is only some undercover snoop from the airs mighty fresh in the A one-way ticket is swimming in the mice made your wifes unfortunate illness! The boy, Buster. I parks where Im entitled to the financial district where cream color belongs. Petersons idea of the fall in stentorian tones . Thus, but Mrs. Which didnt understand a sesame bagel. You must hate me with lace? or something? I discovered her daughter about not being assertive enough to document every service his teeth. Now that he always chewing after a uniform of the mind, he rode, who took dizzy fits when Amy was somewhat advanced in their poet like a nice fat joint of selling all the saved. He had to refute the moon . No pony tails allowed in the chocolate-covered laxatives

And here is a second one to show variations:

If you want is my eye on calling a poets metaphors. Leave it a little George Washington recited during his living as the Defense de Fumer sign in this and this is a particularly fatty breakfast. Surely, and stones.

The feather floating on their old age if Paris werent slow enough already. Whether you like the chainsaw as were young and as she cares. Smoothing her for eternity, he said to while we have seen only some half-eaten Triscuits and lacerated her husband Chuck had an Army blanket on top of blood in stentorian tones. Its the gravity of the intimate things Mr. Look out one day, illustrates the pillows will be boring, and minus the vine with lace? or is so as curtains of each new millennium, chauffeured by step by their eternal sleep with all play pattycake with his model rockets, her work output was unfair since Bruce and death played out even a steeple and the green goo that again. Look out. There is no Alice to kill him, prostrate, and she drew the middle where did that day, I not? The world hed snap a test subject.

When I said yes, the vine with each day their hide, plus cest la même chose, the main square and he go. I asked rhetorically. If you do his pooper scooper on the Center for comprehending the country, jittery with your senator, and heart am I said. The Parks commissioner had stolen the house got madder and wasnt a little fuzzy on Linwood Avenue. Now it a uniform of Hudson River eels who crawl under Mrs. God Fuck! he

With the word groupings size raised to 3, I got:

If you insist on calling a blue heron a train strike no one will understand a single thing youre saying, Ellis complained to Miranda with that humiliating reasonableness that made her want to kill him. Instead she asked, Why dont I bring you one of your favorite rums? with a smile that made him think he should skip the drink this evening. Leave it in the cabinet for now, he said.. My love for you will blaze orange and red beneath the gibbous moon.

The mice lived in a cream-colored bungalow under Mrs. Johnsons sink. Or so at least it seemed to them. Others less culturally attuned might have seen only some half-eaten Triscuits and the remains of a sesame bagel. Welsh rarebit was the mices favorite meal, but Mrs. Johnson was a vegetarian, and more over, for three years now, she and her husband Chuck had been subscribing to Meals-on-Wheels, ever since their ghost of a Chevy just gave out one evening, without even a scuff on its hood, just gave up the ghost, it did, like their bridge partner Sallys Phil who expired one day at the bowling alley, just like that, never got to try for a spare, and here she was mocking Chuck for his cholesterol when poor old Phil never ate any saturated fats and where did that get him? A one-way ticket to the afterlife and wasnt it a pity because now thered be no more bridge only Sally dreaming of her dear departed in the pastures of Heaven close unto the Lord but not too close, Sally hoped, for he always liked a nice fat joint

As you can see, the larger word groupings make output that incorporates large chunks of the input text (see below).

25 October 2009 poetry generative text new millie


25 October 2009 generative link


Merchandising R & D

Erewhon paraphernalia will be available soon, ranging from the ordinary (chapbooks) to the ridiculous. If anyone has experience with selling handmade or custom printed items online, we’d love some feedback.

I have heard good things about Etsy.com as a marketplace for homemade items, but they charge just to list (the fee is very minimal, however) and I’d prefer a service that charges only a commission when one makes a sale.

I used Shutterfly to print the pencil case below and am generally satisfied with their work (I use their site for the Sporkworld Calendars), but their prices are too high for reselling and they aren’t set up for users to sell their items.

—Millie

23 October 2009 announce web 2.0 branding photo


Pencil case with an image of the Bridges to Erewhon (aka the bridges to Grand Island, NY)

Pencil case with an image of the Bridges to Erewhon (aka the bridges to Grand Island, NY)

23 October 2009 photo branding


23 October 2009 link literature


The Original Original Erewhon

By the way, the original Erewhon is not News from Erewhon 1.0 but rather the Victorian dystopian satire Erewhon, or Over the Range by Samuel Butler (1871).  The title is “Nowhere” spelled backwards, with two letters reversed to make a more pronounceable word.

Here is a passage from Samuel Butler’s Erewhon which Millie finds very striking considering her experiences in today’s medico-legal complex:

This is what I gathered.  That in that country if a man falls into ill health, or catches any disorder, or fails bodily in any way before he is seventy years old, he is tried before a jury of his countrymen, and if convicted is held up to public scorn and sentenced more or less severely as the case may be.  There are subdivisions of illnesses into crimes and misdemeanours as with offences amongst ourselves, a man being punished very heavily for serious illness, while failure of eyes or hearing in one over sixty-five, who has had good health hitherto, is dealt with by fine only, or imprisonment in default of payment.  But if a man forges a cheque, or sets his house on fire, or robs with violence from the person, or does any other such things as are criminal in our own country, he is either taken to a hospital and most carefully tended at the public expense, or if he is in good circumstances, he lets it be known to all his friends that he is suffering from a severe fit of immorality, just as we do when we are ill, and they come and visit him with great solicitude, and inquire with interest how it all came about, what symptoms first showed themselves, and so forth,—questions which he will answer with perfect unreserve; for bad conduct, though considered no less deplorable than illness with ourselves, and as unquestionably indicating something seriously wrong with the individual who misbehaves, is nevertheless held to be the result of either pre-natal or post-natal misfortune.

23 October 2009 text butler