A "love poetry generator" developed for the world's first computer has been recreated on the internet.
Back in 1952 a team of scientists was desperate to test the capabilities of Mark One `Baby`, the computer built at Manchester University.
One of them, Christopher Strachey, devised a quirky software programme by entering hundreds of romantic verbs and nouns into the new machine.
He then sat back as Mark One `Baby` trawled the literary database to create a stream of light-hearted verse.
Try it out here.
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Identical twins share the same DNA but have different fingerprints.
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And yes, you can buy a book of poems, but you're paying for the paper, glue, and ink. The words are free. I believe the words are free, or should be.
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2 comments:
You always find the neatest things--
MOPPET MOPPET
YOU ARE MY KEEN LIKING. MY ARDENT LOVE SEDUCTIVELY LONGS FOR YOUR ANXIOUS HEART. MY FOND ARDOUR BREATHLESSLY PANTS FOR YOUR HEART. MY COVETOUS HUNGER FONDLY HOPES FOR YOUR SEDUCTIVE FERVOUR. MY DEVOTED WISH CLINGS TO YOUR LITTLE INFATUATION.
YOURS FONDLY
M. U. C.
K:
Glad you enjoyed. Perhaps you will make of poem of this?
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