For my final, I did a mashup of the texts “Proverbs of Hell” by William Blake and lyrics from Notorious B.I.G.’s “10 Crack Commandments.” I used TextBlob to create lists of the different parts of speech from both texts, then fed them randomly into a template. The out I presented in class was from a template of my own creation, and the improved poem I read at the Terminal Verbosity event was using a template based more closely on the Blake poem.
Here is the poem presented in class:
serious shit fools reproach want eternity.
number enough ain’t sorrows.
strictly proportion think joy weeps.
number thy head think number weight.
jake cut worm forgives want brothels.
step-by-step booklet brothels ain’t sorrows.
cause genitals beauty have god.
don’t care destructive sword think eat.
jake sorrow laughs want excess.
number prides ain’t improvement.
your number weight ain’t brothels.
ain’t gettin damn think fairest leaves.
hoodied religion do prudence.
don’t mix prudence Do excess.
got prisons do fountain overflows.
fast buck plentiful harvest Do brothels.
number incapacity do prudence.
fast buck shame want bring.
number dead body say rewards prayers.
number genitals beauty say god.
Here is the poem from Terminal Verbosity:
In Rule have, in Law think, in Shame want.
say number and mad clips over the Incapacity of the Cause.
The number of Bless leads to the mad bread.
Shame is serious shit courted by God.
Money that do but acts not, breeds God.
The high dead are the Proportion.
A Proportion sees not the same God that a caretaker sees.
Drive is in love with the good dick of Prudence.
The number has no Beauty for Prides.
The Law of Brothels are measured by the God, but of God: no Improvement can measure.
All serious shit is caught without an Incapacity or a Beauty.
Bring out cheddar, breed jealousy in a Law of number.
No Money soars too wise if it soars with its own Hoodied.
The most sweet act is to impregnate another before you.
If the God would persist in Brothels, it would become sullen.
Pathos is the Folly of goddamn credit.
Incapacity is Beauty’s Improvement.