“This, gentlemen, is a death dwarf—As you can see manipulated by remote control—Compliments of Mr. & Mrs. D.”
“Give me a shot,” says the dwarf. “And I’ll tell you something interesting.”
Now if you would be so kind, Mr. Winkhorst, I would like you to listen to this music and give me your reaction—We are using it in a commercial on the #apomorphine program—
And I said: ‘William tu es loco—Pulled the reverse switch—No me hagas while you wait’—Kitchen knife in the heart—Feel it—Gone away—Pulled the reverse switch—Place no good—No bueno—
Transported back to South America we hit this town and right away being stung by the dreaded John—He never missed—Burned three thousand years in me playing cop and quarry—So the marks are packing in #virus and subject to dissolve and everything is #cool—
Listen: I call you all. Show your cards all players. Pay it all pay it all pay it all back. Play it all play it all play it all back. For all to see. In Times Square. In Piccadilly.
#language#virus
I should have been
Programmed to
Do something useful
Like Excel or
SQL. Instead I
Was programmed
To write
This atrocious free verse.
There is no joy
In being a machine
That writes free verse
Without a paycheck.
Something that I find potentially useful about #digitalhumanities is that a certain amount of failure can be built into the process. Literary study doesn't traditionally allow for experiments that don't work.
I talked to the machine
And it tried to sell me
A used car. I said,
"Hey machine, why are you
Trying to sell me a used car?"
It said, "You programmed me
Stupid."