Éarendel sprang up from the Ocean’s cup
In the gloom of the mid-world’s rim;
From the door of Night as a ray of light
Leapt over the twilight brim,
And launching his bark like a silver spark
From the golden-fading sand;
Down the sunlit breath of Day’s fiery Death
He sped from Westerland.

reckon:

Stanford Report, December 27, 2013

First Stanford code poetry slam reveals the literary side of computer code

The high-tech poetry competition, which explored how computer code can be read as poetic language, is accepting submissions for the next competition.

BY MARIANA LAGE
The Humanities at Stanford

(Photo by Veronica Marian)

Leslie Wu, a Stanford graduate student in computer science, presents her code poem, ‘Say 23,’ which won first place in the Stanford Code Poetry Slam.
Leslie Wu, a doctoral student in computer science at Stanford, took an appropriately high-tech approach to presenting her poem “Say 23” at the first Stanford Code Poetry Slam.

Wu wore Google Glass as she typed 16 lines of computer code that were projected onto a screen while she simultaneously recited the code aloud. She then stopped speaking and ran the script, which prompted the computer program to read a stream of words from Psalm 23 out loud three times, each one in a different pre-recorded-computer voice.

Wu, whose multimedia presentation earned her first place, was one of eight finalists to present at the Code Poetry Slam. Organized by Melissa Kagen, a graduate student in German studies, and Kurt James Werner, a graduate student in computer-based music theory and acoustics, the event was designed to explore the creative aspects of computer programming.

With presentations that ranged from poems written in a computer language format to those that incorporated digital media, the slam demonstrated the entrants’ broad interpretation of the definition of “code poetry.”

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WHAT THE WHAT.

I need to reteach myself javascript and geoJSON

writebloody:

by the fabulous Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz

“I am too pure for you or anyone.
Your body
Hurts me as the world hurts God.”

Sylvia Plath, Fever 103

Cocaine takes girls I love

Plane stays up too long, each time impossibly.
That beautiful skull grows weak

long before we grow up.  You fall from the sky,

deny it happened.  You look like her,
could fool someone, but the girl I knew
would fear for life if she was bleeding
all around the house.

              Cocaine takes girls I love.
I’ve never seen a single one again.

resist-psychicdeath

calehor:

Alice in Wonderland Original Manuscript

The original manuscript of Lewis Carroll, the pen-name of Charles Dodgson, is one of the British Library’s best - loved treasures.

“And I know Fuck is a bad word, but it sounds so good.
Good, like flipping off the preacher
whenever he forgets that Eve was Adam’s teacher,
‘cause apples are fucking healthy you patriarchal piece of shit.”

- Andrea Gibson [x] (via human-voices)

(Source: everyjoyitbrings)

weissewiese:

Sylvia Plath, from “Three Women”

(Source: aseaofquotes)

Lately it’s been hard to live in my body.
My heart is full of skeletons. My palms
are bleeding from clinging to a love like
like the sharp edge of a knife.

But you kiss me like forgiveness. You
hold me like I’m hope. Like a promise to
leave more than scars. Your arms are gauze.
Loving you heals me.

- Clementine von Radics, “Bodily” (via larmoyante)

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