Jake Hamill

Poetry Generator

Artist Statement

This poem generator is based off of a poem that I wrote while walking

around the block in my Baton Rouge neighborhood. There was a large storm on the

horizon, and it made me think of the fragility of the old structures that I was

walking by. It made the think about the inevitability of change in culture and how powerful

a change must be in order to alter it's structure. In our ever more interconnected

world we also see languages leaving different cultures at an escalating rate. This poem

focuses on utilizing online language translators to alter the structure of my poem so that

it walks a fine line in between maintaining its structure and losing it all together.

Original

A storm bubbles far on the horizon. Shapeshifting, always moving closer and farther away. Light pours through holes in thick grey clouds glimmering off of houses that perspire through generations of brightly colored paint. Paint that keeps these structures still breathing but with bones exhausted. I know that if these houses can get one more layer of paint then I might just see them once again standing brilliantly against this wall of gray.

Generated Examples

The storm bubble is far on the horizon. Shape shifting, always moving closer and farther away. Light drains from circles in the grey cloud. The twinkling of a hard house. The generation of bright-colored paint. Paint that keeps these structures dead and burning. If we paint the houses one more time, then I may look at them once again. This gray wall is standing well.

There is a storm on the horizon for dispersion into the distance. Shape-shifting to mobile, remote and far away. Light rushes into holes of the fat grey clouds. A mantle cuts in houses that perspire in generations of paint ablaze and colorful. The paint that keeps these structures tired of panting and swelling bones . I know that if these houses would get another layer of color then I could see them again fried with the walls of this gray.

Storm bubbles far on horizon. Shapeshifting is a generation of bright colored paint that is always farther and far away, and is shaking the house. The light passes through the thick gray clouds .The sweaty house is brighter through several generations of brightly colored paint. The paint that preserves these structures drains the bones and puffs. I know that if these houses can get one more layer of paint then I might just see them once again standing brilliantly against this wall of gray.