I know I haven’t been on here much, but that’s because the school work is really getting to me! Between essay-writing and planning for my thesis (just got my supervisor, hurrah!), school has been taking up most of my life. Which is exactly why this little post is sure to bring a smile onto everyone’s faces.
Recently, there’s been the What Would I Say (#wwis) trend happening on Facebook. All you need to do is to go to the WWIS website, log into your Facebook account, and generate a status. The algorithm works by randomly combining bits of your Facebook statuses to form statuses that are supposed to sound like something you would say. For the friends and I who have tried wwis, it’s turning out to be very illuminating. Some of the statuses even sound like poetry, which is amazing. Here’s a full, grammatically correct sentence I got from WWIS: “You’re being especially brilliant as an easier version of a Rembrandt painting.” Brilliant. It’s much like Google Poetics, but more personalised.
I’ve taken the liberty of combining a number of my WWIS statuses into poetry. The titles are also statuses. Enjoy and try it for yourself! You’ve been warned: it’s really addictive.
i. Now for some people i love
Ever wondered whether I didn’t see you
But we write like a thousand times over
There’s a whole lot more.
And I like you
but they did a taste test of you
I love the choice to have no license yet
What I can imagine you
whatever it is, I can’t see it
but people say you’re having a fever.
For those nights of his expressions looked odd.
One decision, one
we are, but I don’t know
Love it surprises me.
I love you.
ii. Hm, feel like knocking myself on camera.
I love april and Carrots.
it’s really awesome people and orange juice.
Saturday is a huge bolt of lightning tripped the lemon yoghurt doesn’t work
i really awesome and I must have been on ‘pataphysics and stuff
Triangular lights and asking and asking and asking and you
What is indistinguishable from your flailing essay.
iii. Your search for the past.
Art is the apartment I wasn’t there
I have no fear, breathing in the nick of jokes
Now I’m trying to persuade my skin
To get into something that
The surprise is tempted to reply.
Art is long, life
Living the whole day
Oh and i made life
But we never take any of the older folks.
But we haven’t been able to hurt others, as do all
also, I would have developed an immunity
luckily it’s almost done.
iv. Don’t be like them.
I love the completely unlike ours, and not
Whatever race, religion as a cloud
Because this doesn’t work
Silence has been very well.
If you’re going there.
And a bonus piece of short prose:
I leave you with some wise words from RachelBot:
“Ooh this is real I’m gonna be out there”
“hope it’s really addictive”