When Bohemians became a revealing metaphor context, Baudelaire mixed women and death in a third imagery to the narrative the city of Paris. Poetry deconstructed language, which magnifies the metaphor and atmosphere infinitely.
In The Poetry Generator, I'm aiming to generate propinquity Baudelaire's poetry through a semi-quantitative prediction of the options of the random subjects and inheritable elements. I base on the features showed in The Flowers of Evil developed a quantitative framework to let the program transfer the influence of emotional factors in random poem generating. Through the loop inheritance of functions, the program constructs similar random poetry with unified emotions. However, the correspondence of imagery and metaphor is random, which means that the meaning is infinitely possible. Completing the illusion of our poets' dream by borrowing this process of exploring unpredictable vague fables.
Project inspiration: The Flowers of Evil-Charles Baudelaire
Project achievement: Using python to generate Semi-quantitative propinquity Baudelaire's poetry
The following are the basic steps to approach
- First classify the the vocabularis into category
Re-generate the category giving the generator multiple choice
Set up the random vocabularis fuction
Try next - Random tense, voice, singular and plural
- Second set up the function of the form
Generate candidate function
Call viable function
Use random function select viable function
Try next - Add recursion loop to generate the length of the poem
Try next - Introduce argument, local variable, parameter
- Finally generate Semi-quantitative Baudelaire's propinquity poetry
The following are the next setp of the challenge to approach
- Easy - Structure selection
- Middle - Let the user answer specific question, control random vocabularis fuction
- Upper middle - Add control function make the user's amswer controling both the random vocabularis fuction and the structure selection
- Hard - Try machine learning
October 2nd, 2018, first step poety sample:
Sample 1:
The Spiritual Eye
To fling of my shoulders, my eye's delight
To love spectacle to the slothful muse
Will she labour purple out of the azure crowd
His vulgar shoulders，will she chant to warm
This Warming log of log
As windy chant under your studio muse
Taking the outer men in this venal graveyard
Love a venal muse warming spectacle, slip
Ennoble poison, in all simplicity
Chant vulgar spectacle to warm his azure shoulders
Will he, when April assign his windy
He must, to fling his vulgar noon bread
Knowing my spectacle and birth both are poison
O slothful muse! Oh, when may I assign
Sample 2:
Head And Flash
O slothful crowd! Oh, when may I labour
Swing the outer children in this slothful wall
Steadfast graveyardstudio over steadfast living room
As flash assign outside her sink crowd
Glean a sick crowd warming glass, slip
To chant of my head, my arm's delight
This swing vaults of crowd
To slip glass to the slothful crowd
Warming the monk as his wall
Will she slip out of the azure crowd
Fling spiritual vaults to steadfast her green head
Her spiritual head，will she flash to steadfast
Will he, when January chant her flash
Love death, in all simplicity
Sample 3:
The Misty Log
Will they assign red out of the azure monastery
As raining slip below our bedroom log
This living censer of monastery
Labour a venal log warming censer, slip
Knowing his censer and birth both are poison
To ennoble censer to the venal log
To slip of my neck, my arm's simplicity
O slothful log! Oh, when may I chant
Fling meager log to gold his azure neck
Meager log down warm kitchen
Living the inner child in this venal door
Love poison, in all delight
His meager neck，will they love to gold
Will you, when October flash his raining
Sample 4:
Cat And Owl
Venal monk over steadfast hall
Will she, when October love our raining
Love poison, in all simplicity
Living the muse as my window
To love log to the venal jewels
To flash of my wrist, my eye's simplicity
This living glass of crowd
Knowing her log and birth both are poison
Swing the inner men in this slothful studio
O venal jewels! Oh, when may I love
As raining slip outside our kitchen jewels
Will we glean red out of the azure misery
Flash a sick jewels warming log, fall
Our spiritual wrist，will we slip to warm
October 29th, 2018, poety sample:
Sample 1:
Owl
As windy chant up his graveyard watchman
But the meager face of her slothful course
To fly of my eye, my eye's simplicity
To love glass to the weakening watchman
Our spirit, more than in summertime's dignified sky
Around the continuous fire's wisps of bed
Gold shroud beside gold window
As the blankest daring spill a tomb's sweet
To fill hoarse shroud love themselves
Where through the night the queen is taking dignified
That has been steeped in rain and bedroom
O misty wintertime, vampire of all his praise
Springtime's last days, August and venal midnight
Outside a weakening wall, steeped with the poison
Sample 2:
Cat And Shoulders
That has been said in frost and window
Our log, though, is cracked; when as he can
Chant from her log gold graveyard of enveloping noon
How vulgar it is on summer noon
Blankest and funereal despite its queen
Swing the inner womem in this venal pool
My old shoulders, will they glean to steadfast
Nothing is praise to the venal face
Springtime's last days, August and funereal twilight
Around the misty fire's queen of bed
Your monastery, more than in summer's dignified rain
Alert in bed to chant my shroud to ennoble
Where through the midnight the spirit is growing daring
I love the stupefaction that he slips