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I had half-forgotten: there was some poetry on my old gaming website, too. I did this sufficiently long ago that I don’t even remember the rhyme/meter conventions for this particular style of poem. I mean, I hope that it doesn’t suck as a qasidah, but I can’t really be sure…
So here I am, curious to see exactly what happens when you just replay a phone call for Windows’ speech recognition software. I had a audio file already on my computer, in fact: I had called my mom to test that my Powergramo was properly recording my Skype calls. This is the first four minutes or so of that call. For the record, we discussed the winter coats my mom bought for my kids and whether Elizabeth Warren was going to run for President.
This is what the Ghost in the Machine heard.
You have a glowing and
I am black and
white and
black and
rewind
or guy hunt
when it easy on late
buying a eating mile high
here in L.a.
or had been all
or lay any real victory
in the night
her a call to you
when you
what you are in green
or locking bang
not have the lead on a hot
lately
in all right
out of L.a. AL all right a AL
all are a lot of the end of the whole
can I have here a high of the high heat
of
and he has that
it does-whack on honey
and he who have a jack
or a high rate
of a hell of a male
right away
or a EL wok
or
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For the record, I only added line breaks.
‘…who is utterly too privileged to be allowed to stay a white, male poet in this milieu’ nonsense. I don’t actually want to slam Conor Friedersdorf’s response: it’s kindly meant, I don’t actually disagree with most of it, and I suppose that sometimes you have to try to talk to these people in the manner to which they are accustomed. However, this is a ‘problem’ that can be solved fairly concisely:
See? Simple, straightforward, and you can get back to writing poetry with all due speed. Continue reading Permit me to cut through the chaff of this ‘Oh, woe! I am a white, male poet…’
…but this one wasn’t actually half bad, if I do say so myself.
Continue reading Poem #4 (OK, I know…)
Last one. Continue reading Poem #3
See previous entry.
Continue reading Poem #2
I’m off to an SCA event today – medieval recreationist, for those who don’t recognize the acronym – so I thought that I’d load up a couple of poems that I’ve done in the past. I’m fairly fond of these; I think that they came out well.