Smith Journal – January 2019

(National Geographic (Little) Kids) #1
A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a single
hurt color and an arrangement in a system to pointing.
All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling.
The difference is spreading.

you
are
inscribed
in the
lines on the
ceiling
you
are
inscribed in
the depths
of
the
storm

A nasty dull rumrunning pig
Had fingernails which could not jig
They sashayed and shouted But still quickly pouted
And sometimes resembled a prig.

Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal.

Desolation is a stormy shore.
Love, death, and desolation.
The whale grows like a sunny whale.
The cold shore calmly views the breeze.

They mouth love’s language. Gnash The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the f lesh.
Love’s breath in you is stale, worded or sung,
As sour as cat’s breath,
Harsh of tongue.

A home transformed by the lightning
the balanced alcoves smother
this insatiable earth of a planet, Earth.
They attacked it with mechanical horns
because they love you, love, in fire and wind.
You say, what is the time waiting for in its spring?
I tell you it is waiting for your branch that flows,
because you are a sweet-smelling diamond architecture
that does not know why it grows.

Human: Gertrude Stein, ‘A Carafe, 3. Human: William Wordsworth, ‘Calm is all nature as a resting wheel’ 2. 1983 , The Policeman’s Beard Is Half Constructed Computer: Racter, from1. answers:

James Joyce, 7. Computer: from an algorithm written by Zackary Scholl 6. Computer: Generated by Poem Generator 5. Computer: Generated by botpoet.com 4. that is a Blind Glass’, 1930

Computer: from the Twitter bot @poem_exe 8. ‘Memory Of the Players In a Mirror at Midnight’, 1917





















A TURING TEST FOR POETRY


Can you tell which of these poems were written by humans, and
which were written by algorithms pretending to be humans?

asleep at noon
on a bare twig
among cherry blossom shadows
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