its fun. & easy. & it makes you feel creative! (even if you aren’t).
“Wordle is a toy for generating “word clouds” from text that you provide. The clouds give greater prominence to words that appear more frequently in the source text. You can tweak your clouds with different fonts, layouts, and color schemes.”
So, you can just paste in a bunch of text from…anywhere, really. You can also just type in a URL, RSS, or del.icio.us address.
Here’s some cheesy examples from my blog:
today
there is a breeze & there are cars,
& this is the world i live in.
trash blows with the leaves, &
students wear form-fitting billboard tees.
a dad smokes a cigarette; his daughter
breathes it in – and this is
somehow okay in the world i live in.
but, there is still a breeze.
“A Satire Against Reason and Mankind” by John Wilmot
“Were I (who to my cost already am
One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man)
A spirit free to choose, for my own share,
What case of flesh and blood I pleased to wear,
I’d be a dog, a monkey or a bear,
Or anything but that vain animal
Who is so proud of being rational…” (lines 1-7)
Pathetique
On Indie-RockKitsch Aesthetic
Society is happening with or without your retro-rhetoric -
your melancholy melodrama can’t distance you from it;
you ironize the truth to make it a bit more palatable,
Hail the mopey Folky’s words as irrefutable.
You plagiarize the past to canonize your history,
invoking names of heroic rebellion -
che, john, syd, and ian -
You’ll be remembered for remembering someone else’s memories…
a glorious nostalgia for events you’ve only read about.
Lepidoptera #19
we walked and walked, as walking goes
hand in hand, eyes tightly closed;
so much happens deep within,
that sight does seem both frail and thin;
why look? why peek? if all to see
is a Dream undone by reality?
what thought, what care, have we for it? -
beyond the need to eat, sleep, and shit
Believing Is An Honorable Art
You are now of age
(of the age to Know)
which god or sage
your soul will follow.
Upon this decision,
Act! – and Act often,
lest to’ard unreason
your feelings will soften.
Your mind is now strong:
as strong as your heart;
allow it to lead,
not Alone, but in part.
Upon Librorum Prohibitorum
thus, methinks, i shan’t repose,
while head is fill’d with thoughts as those
that cloud my mind with sentiment,
and subvert Will with foul intent;
to think and be as one who knows
the laughing pain of death’s dear throes.
you spit and curse, but can’t lament
your sad excuse for life ill-spent;
why change? why try? its far too late
to alter your sad sinless fate
as one who broke his crown against
those proudly padlock’d pearly gates.
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