State of the art, kids.

Alexander passed this one on this morning -- an early example generated by a natural-language poetry generator which Ruli Manurung at the University of Edinburgh has been working on in one sense or another since '99. It goes on my office door the moment I get to school this morning.

The cat is the cat which is dead.
The bread which is gone is the bread.
The cat which consumed
the bread is the cat
which gobbled the bread which is gone.

Semantics: perfect. (I defy you to tell me you can't understand it.) Syntax: perfect. Prosody: perfect. (Rhyme was not a consideration in this version of the program.)

The mind reels. This kicks the shit out of the Dada Engine.

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Fucking 42 degrees outside this morning, and I have no gloves.