A Friday Poem?
what is it called
what is it called when a doe gives birth to her litter
what is it called when you like pain
what is it called when the moon is closest to earth in its orbit
what is it called when a snake sheds its skin
what is it called when a dog gives birth
what is it called when you cant sleep
what is it called when a sea bird lands on a channel marker
what is it called when a solid changes directly into a gas
what is it called when you can’t smell
what is it called when you cant hear
More after the cut.
So this poem was discovered by my friend Stesha when she was trying to find out what something was called by using Google. What do we think of Google’s work?
Have we discovered something new here? Sudden, accidental Google intuition poetry? Or is this something others have noticed?
Could someone Google that for me?
Tags: poetry
“what is it called when you like pain” hehe… :)
ancient meme
I will attempt to answer all of these questions without using any reference sources.
Q1. what is it called when a doe gives birth to her litter
A1. Birth?
Q2. what is it called when you like pain
A2. Sadism.
Q3. what is it called when the moon is closest to earth in its orbit
A3. Apogee. (It might be the other -ogee.)
Q4. what is it called when a snake sheds its skin
A4. Molting.
Q5. what is it called when a dog gives birth
A5. Birth?
Q6. what is it called when you cant sleep
A6. Insomnia.
Q7. what is it called when a sea bird lands on a channel marker
A7. There’s no name for this?
Q8. what is it called when a solid changes directly into a gas
A8. Sublimation.
Q9. what is it called when you can’t smell
A9. Anolfaction?
Q10. what is it called when you cant hear
A10. Deafness.
I thought it might be, but I’ve only seen it offered in a “look at the weirdly hilarious thing Google thinks I want to look for.” Or, Google is Racist.
I guess I got 5/10 or something.
A for effort, though. Thank you, marshall!
thanx bro
Marshall? You kind of sound like a masochist.
“what is it called when you like pain” hehe… :)
Hi, Janey. I’m not sure if you only comment on blogs in “art speak” or if you are being “literal” here. I’m probably some sort of a masochist. Not sure what you are referring to. I’m following your blog on Tumblr. I read your first post about Mike Buffalo’s “novel-in-progress.” I was excited by that. I did some googling and I thought that maybe Mike Buffalo was a pseudonym of yours, but it seems like there is a 75% chance that it isn’t. I hope it is. I read “Disneyland is the world” and thought “Disney World is the world.”
ancient meme
I will attempt to answer all of these questions without using any reference sources.
Q1. what is it called when a doe gives birth to her litter
A1. Birth?
Q2. what is it called when you like pain
A2. Sadism.
Q3. what is it called when the moon is closest to earth in its orbit
A3. Apogee. (It might be the other -ogee.)
Q4. what is it called when a snake sheds its skin
A4. Molting.
Q5. what is it called when a dog gives birth
A5. Birth?
Q6. what is it called when you cant sleep
A6. Insomnia.
Q7. what is it called when a sea bird lands on a channel marker
A7. There’s no name for this?
Q8. what is it called when a solid changes directly into a gas
A8. Sublimation.
Q9. what is it called when you can’t smell
A9. Anolfaction?
Q10. what is it called when you cant hear
A10. Deafness.
I thought it might be, but I’ve only seen it offered in a “look at the weirdly hilarious thing Google thinks I want to look for.” Or, Google is Racist.
I guess I got 5/10 or something.
A for effort, though. Thank you, marshall!
thanx bro
i like this but i think that google shouldn’t be thought of as the author. google is more like the editor or something, since it compiled this from words we (humans, not specific visitors of this blog) entered. people who don’t even care about poetry, words, etc. etc. had a hand in this, and it *is* sort of beautiful and pretty believable as a poem (i bought it as a real, intentional poem before I clicked into the full post, but maybe that doesn’t say much). which is cool, and for a little bit makes me hopeful.
google.com yall
Marshall? You kind of sound like a masochist.
Hi, Janey. I’m not sure if you only comment on blogs in “art speak” or if you are being “literal” here. I’m probably some sort of a masochist. Not sure what you are referring to. I’m following your blog on Tumblr. I read your first post about Mike Buffalo’s “novel-in-progress.” I was excited by that. I did some googling and I thought that maybe Mike Buffalo was a pseudonym of yours, but it seems like there is a 75% chance that it isn’t. I hope it is. I read “Disneyland is the world” and thought “Disney World is the world.”
I don’t know what you mean (playing dumb facial expression). But, I’m glad we’re both sort of masochists! I’m glad you’re excited about what I am doing! To clarify: It is.
i like this but i think that google shouldn’t be thought of as the author. google is more like the editor or something, since it compiled this from words we (humans, not specific visitors of this blog) entered. people who don’t even care about poetry, words, etc. etc. had a hand in this, and it *is* sort of beautiful and pretty believable as a poem (i bought it as a real, intentional poem before I clicked into the full post, but maybe that doesn’t say much). which is cool, and for a little bit makes me hopeful.
google.com yall
I don’t know what you mean (playing dumb facial expression). But, I’m glad we’re both sort of masochists! I’m glad you’re excited about what I am doing! To clarify: It is.
it’s called “flarf” and it’s been around for awhile. Poetry magazine even ran a whole half issue on google generated poems and quite a few poets have made a name for themselves working with the search engine. I read an essay not too long ago questioning the idea of it’s “randomness”, bring google’s secret algorithm into question. If I wasn’t on my phone I’d link some stuff. Better yet, just google it : “flarf”.
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it’s called “flarf” and it’s been around for awhile. Poetry magazine even ran a whole half issue on google generated poems and quite a few poets have made a name for themselves working with the search engine. I read an essay not too long ago questioning the idea of it’s “randomness”, bring google’s secret algorithm into question. If I wasn’t on my phone I’d link some stuff. Better yet, just google it : “flarf”.
this isn’t poetry – it’s found art.
this isn’t poetry – it’s found art.
yes
yes