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Wonderful, this answering machine be,
It recites messages, as poetry,
It takes their words and makes a haiku,
With 17 styles, just for you.
A song, a ballad, or maybe an ode,
It all depends on the chosen mode,
A limerick, a sonnet, or maybe blank verse,
And best of, no need to rehearse.
With
Shakespeare and cummings, don't forget Frost,
A guarentee of no messages lost,
Eliot and Langston, also E. A. Poe,
Just leave your message, you're ready to go.
The dialectizer
http://rinkworks.co...Carpet%231109272510
A sample of the technology, used for dialects. Modifiable for poetry. [DesertFox, Feb 25 2005]
Telephone Poetry
http://www.sd35.bc....v8poettelephone.htm
[skinflaps, Feb 25 2005]
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WIBNI. But it would be really, really nice. |
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So please let me see if I understand
It plays message greetings in rhyme, that's your plan?
Or does this device, without nary a bow
Rhyme the actual voicemails? And if so, tell me how? |
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It uses a program to make other people's messages into poetry. The technology is available, using grammar rules and such. |
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Heh, that link I posted.I'm confused. |
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Oh dear, here we go again, |
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DesertFox and his magic plan. |
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He yells"the technology exists! |
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and slams his keyboard with his fists. |
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Hello, Mr. Fox, this is officer Hound |
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we've got your son locked in the pound. |
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For magic he did try to bake, |
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for all the rules he likes to break. |
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His bail is such an oddity, |
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100 fish will set him free. |
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The technology is right behind the link. What it does is split up the sentence, based on word types and grammar rules, and repositions them and finds synonyms that rhyme. Easily bakeable. |
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I tried the link, DF. it is amazing! but you can have the poem for free. + |
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Thanks. What's the prize for poetry? Not Nobel or Pulitzer. Or Grammy. I don't remember. But you get one. |
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From a book on language that I was given as a child (forty-something years ago):
"Only man can write poems or plays or stories. If you don't believe that, here is a sample verse turned out by a thinking machine named RPC 4000 after it was ''taught'' how to compose poetry :
That sweet moustache's Bill behind a clod did bump.
Lastly, its teeth were broad and plump."
If your machine could produce verse like that, I'd buy it. |
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It might be fun to hear your incoming phone messages translated into dialect. (using the dialectizer, speech recognition, and text-to-speech). Dialect translation would be a bit easier to achieve than versification. |
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Messages, obscene
Might upset your machine
And may even totally confuse it.
It may have trouble
Rhyming c*nt with f*ckable
And prick with cock and clit. |
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Dear SBC user
We mean no abuse, but
Please pay us as soon as you can.
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You just probably forgot,
But if you do not,
You shall be dropped from our plan. |
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What you would need to do this is Speech-to-Text, extensive grammar rules programming, a built in thesaurus (for synonyms) and a text to speech program. |
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It uses the grammar rules to split up the sentence into parts, rearanges it into a standardized for of poetry, finds synonyms to make the words rhyme, and the it recites to you. It doesn't come up with abything new, it just rearranges the message into poetry form. |
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[robinism] Have you ever listened to Glaswegian over the phone, let alone on an answering machine? At one time, it took me an hour to be able to tell the lady who left a message was actually telling us that the gas inspection was next tuesday... |
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I like ideas by [DesertFox],
He churns out heaps of 'em,
Like [FJ] and his clocks,
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This one may be a little tough,
I fear the output could be,
A tad bit rough
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<beep> You've called Mr Fox,
You lousy creep,
I'm either at work,
Or sound asleep,
So leave a message,
After the <beep> |
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The Message:
Hi, this is [Bubba]
Just called to say,
Don't forget,
Racquetball, today. |
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The Translation:
Salutations, from Mr Bubba
A reminder to pack a ball of rubber
A paddle of wood and catgut string
You have a date for some sporting thing |
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like schwartzeneggars walls |
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get your crazy ass to Mars. |
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