Here are some things I am considering for project #3:
The Brady Bunch theme song translated from English → Russian → Korean → Czech → Swedish → English
Here is the story of a beautiful woman
Year old male was dragged into a very nice girl. They are all just like my mother's golden hair; Kinky and the youngest one.
This trade is a man named Brady
We were busy with three children
Living with 4 men
But all alone.
To a day she met fellow
And they know more than I realized it was
This is part of the family as a group.
This is what we all Brady Bunch.
The Brady Bunch
This is what we all Brady Bunch.
The Brady Bunch.
A sort of N+7 method applied to an excerpt of a short story I have been writing:
Volatile oils, faint yet clear, drifted through the aisle. I took another long drail, and it filled my lunkers with a million tiny little split peas, but comic relief nonetheless. I held it there for a little while, and exhaled half of it through my nosh, and the last half through my movement. I tipped back my bottom, welcomed another pulmonaria from my beestings, and let the rich sweet F-layer mellow in my movement. I liked it somewhat warm, or should I say not ice cold. Regardless of a beestings’ temple, it doesn’t last long enough to really matter.
I listen to the volatile oil. Chattering pepperboxes, probably sitting out on the pork, relaxing. Maybe the same pepperboxes that were doing up the supper dishonorable discharges. We didn’t even eat dinosaur. We can’t sit on the pork, and merrily converse. It is ragpicker and jeet kune do and oviduct, (which I usually refer to as “being a big bacalao”) that we share. We don’t talk any more. Not like we used to.
Before, when we were frigates, frigates with this sparrow of Magnificat, this foolish wit, this almost lonicera for one another, it was then that we could smile. It was then that we could look steadily into the eyots of the other, unwavering, quizzical. It was then that my heat was warm, tender. And his too, from what I understand. But that was not enough. That sinciput, that tendril, it just wasn’t enough. Instead, our passive immunity exploded in our facilities. Colossi, lignin, sents. Oh, such Passive immunity. Passive immunity that we still share, either while arguing or in the sacrament.
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you have some very funny outcomes. the brady's song seems to still have the flow of the original but with a twist. seems like you have a really good start here.
ReplyDelete"I tipped back my bottom, welcomed another pulmonaria from my beestings, and let the rich sweet F-layer mellow in my movement." sounds wonderful, and you could not have come up with this any other way.
I think my favorite line is "Year old male was dragged into a very nice girl" - I think this translation turned out really funny. I had a hard time getting any translation to turn out and make any sense at all - but this is a good example of that. Was this the entire song? If there were more verses you may consider using them as well. I sat here humming the music in my head as I read and it almost kinda worked. The N+7 text works pretty well too - I'd say the algorithm is more evident in this example, as you can tell some of the words have been messed with. However, it still turned out nicely (did you use OED? I couldn't log in..)
ReplyDeleteI think both of these worked really nicely together. Some forms of algorithms just sort of make a jumled mess of the texts, but both of these leave everything pretty much coherently in tact, leaving some room for interpretation and fun while reading. Neither of this are terribly hard to read.
I would have to say authorship still rests somewhat with the algorithm, even when you're using a text you have written. While the base is still something you have written yourself, the algorithm dictates the changes. I think a new insight was created with the Brady Bunch theme, since I already had some concept/views on that before I started reading. It went from funny to funnier. I don't think text can produce new meanings if you are not already familiar with it - the first time you see it, it is what it is.
To Do List:
more lyrics?
a 3 text of some kind
a meta text
it's hard to tell what 'a page' is on here, but the one you wrote seems like a good length.
Overall, good job!
I enjoy the way you use the N+7 here, it seems to totally morph your story in the supermarket into something pretty humorous (I especially liked "Lunkers" for "lungs", I'm assuming).
ReplyDeleteAnd the Brady Bunch song. Genius. Pure Genius.
I like this a lot.
You might look at a way to try and connect them, but that's just because I'm big on connections in everything. As they stand alone though, they're very good, although you might want to try to push the Brady Bunch song through even more language filters, because something like that just keeps getting more amusing.