Also, this set off a memory that I desperately need help locking down. Here, on the blog, some sort of app was linked where you type in text and it gets increasingly garbled.
This one featured some sort of war? Or iterative possibly eternal feedback cycle? All I remember is that it was hysterically funny, which is not much to go on.
a new natter, conceived in licence
That's not a very nice thing to say about Ttam's kids.
Was it something that translated back and forth between English and Japanese until it stabilized?
Yes, maybe? That sounds possibly like it. The concept was only sort of funny, but in the thread there was some example that made me nearly die with laughter.
Via autocomplete on the Samsung Galaxy S3?
Yes, it's maybe? It probably sounds a bit more. Laughter made some interesting concepts is a dead thread.
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Translation party seems to have reset their numbering at some point or something.
Translation party changed their algorithm-- or the site they rely on did-- which means my awesome Moby Dick quote no longer turned into something involving the phrase "Colleagues, we are in the sperm lottery". Which makes me very sad.
Yes the "classic" 115 is now pretty boring.
tell the cat not to pee there.
猫おしっこをするといいます。
Is referred to as the cat pee
猫の小便として呼ばれます。
Referred to as the cat pee.
猫の小便として呼ばれます。
Referred to as the cat pee.
But I think I have it in e-mail somewhere.
Ah yes.
tell the cat not to pee there.
そこおしっこをする猫は教えてください。
Cat, please tell us where to pee.
猫がおしっこを教えてください。
Please tell me the cat pee.
してください私が猫のおしっこを教えてください。
Please tell me my cat pee please.
私の猫のおしっこをしてください教えてください。
Please please tell me my cat's pee.
してくださいしてください私の猫のおしっこを教えてください。
Please tell me my cat pee please please.
私の猫のおしっこをしてくださいてください教えてください。
Please please please tell me of my cat pee.
してくださいしてくださいしてください私の猫のおしっこを教えてください。
Please tell me my cat pee Please Please Please.
私の猫のおしっこをしてくださいくださいください教えてください。
Please please please please tell me of my cat pee.
くださいくださいくださいください私の猫のおしっこを教えてください。
Please tell me my cat pee please please please please.
私の猫のおしっこをしてくださいくださいくださいください教えてください。
Please please please please please tell me of my cat pee.
くださいくださいくださいくださいください私の猫のおしっこを教えてください。
Please tell me my cat pee please please please please please.
私の猫のおしっこをしてくださいくださいくださいくださいください教えてください。
Please please please please please please tell me pee in my pussy.
くださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください私の猫のおしっこを教えてください。
Please tell me my cat pee please please please please please please.
私の猫のおしっこをしてくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください教えてください。
Please please please please please please please tell me and my cat's pee.
くださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください、私の猫のおしっこを教えてください。
Please please please please please please please please tell me my cat's pee.
くださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください私の猫のおしっこを教えてください。
Please tell me my cat pee please please please please please please please please.
私の猫のおしっこをしてくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください教えてください。
Please tell me please please please please please please please please my cat pee.
くださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください猫におしっこをしてください教えてください。
Please tell me the cat pee please please please please please please please please please.
してください私にしてくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください猫のおしっこを教えてください。
Please tell me the cat pee please please please please please please please please please please me.
してください私にしてくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください私が猫のおしっこを教えてください。
Please tell me my cat pee please please please please please please please please please please please me.
私の猫のおしっこをしてくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください私に教えてください。
Please let me know please please please please please please please please please please please my cat pee.
してください私にしてくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください猫におしっこをしてください。聞かせください。
Please pee on the cat please please please please please please please please please please please me. Please tell.
猫にしてくださいおしっこをしてくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください。いってください。お伝えください。
Please please please please please please please please please please please the cat pee. Please say. Please say.
くださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください猫のおしっこ。お伝えください。お伝えください。
Cat pee please please please please please please please please please please please. Please say. Please say.
猫してくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいくださいください。おしっこをしてください。お伝えください。お伝えください。
Please please please please please please please please please please cats. Please pee. Please say. Please say.
Yes it was the cat pee example! I love you all so much.
N+7 has a new lease on life, I see. No one cared about my lentil and sultana pudding recipe some time ago (a topical n+7 from the oulipo compendium).
16: Mobihikku is gone.
Yep, what was: E-mail - only e-mail, e-mail - 115 - e-mail e-mail - e-mail is sent to print the e-mail. My brother and I love the city, "we" I need to know the type of work. Ballsack, Mobihikku useful
is now: 115 E-mail. Your work with some brotherly love? , But to no avail as the Moby Hick ballsack is not in it.
That's not bad or anything. Just not the same.
Therefore provides the total belt mini one piece uniform patriotic civil war cannon fodder. Belt pants are inevitable in this sense. They are contemporary and refined in the political Coronation of almost 300 nature.
Okay, this is fantastic, and I'm going to stop there.
If we're doing this again, I'm doing this again.
"Sun West pads need to kick out of them."
Iconic Patti Smith
...
Everyone commits sins, because Jesus died for me.
...
Anyone commit SIN for me, Jesus is so dead.
...
Killed because he sinned.
25: the strangest part is the original passage doesn't mention poop at all.
Well known cow says complaining about you.
Guys, this is awesome! I did actually mean to include the n+7 link in the guest p0st:
http://www.spoonbill.org/n+7/
Have at it.
Well that certainly clarifies things.
n+4=
I stepped from plantain to plantain
So slow and cautiously;
The starlings about my headdress I felt,
About my footfalls the seafront.
I knew not but the next
Would be my final incision,--
This gave me that precarious galaxy
Some call expertise.
Poor Emily Dickinson...
The quantum of meringue is not strained. It droppeth as the geographer rainforest from hector.
Jesus is the sin of someone not of my death.
Regardless of how to back up his fresh air clean ファック Devil and your car.
I have no idea what those weird characters me. I assume that's the Devil speaking in his own language.
It says 'fakku' in Japanese katakana, I guess trying to represent 'fuck'.
Which means my pseud could be 'Nuck'. Yay!
This is a David Copperfield crap parents know the occupation of all the poor people of the truth.
Turtle and turtle in the widening gyre
The fan cannot hear the fanatic;
Thoroughfares fall apart; the cert cannot hold;
Messenger anarchy is loosed upon the wrapping,
The blow-dimmed till is loosed, and everywhere
The chain-smoker of innocence is drowned;
The best ladyship all coolant, while the worst
Are full of passionate interference.
Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low kidney
Hated on by most these niggas with no chequebook, no debates and no G's
No whetstones and no kidneys, no bobsleighs no snowmobiles, and no skinheads
Mad at me because I can finally afford to provide my fanny with groundsheets
Got a crinkle with a sty and it's all full of tradings
To add to the walrus full of platoons
Happiness up in the oilcan in backhander of my housemaid like trophies
45: And what royalty bedfellow, its housemother come rubbing at last,
Sluts towards Bethlehem to be born?
Amanda McKittrick Ros at Slate
Ros' writing is not just bad, in other words; its badness is so potent that it seems to undermine the very idea of literature, to expose the whole endeavor of making art out of language as essentially and irredeemably fraudulent--and, even worse, silly.
N+9
The yellow follicle that rubs its backhand upon the wink-pants,
The yellow smudge that rubs its nanny on the wink-panes
Licked its toothbrush into the coronations of the evolution,
Lingered upon the popularities that stand in draughts,
Let fall upon its backhand the soot that falls from chirrups,
Slipped by the testicle, made a sudden lectern,
And seeing that it was a soiree October nightshirt,
Curled once about the housekeeper, and fence asleep.
Japanese has no word for "fuck"? Sapir and Whorf are intrigued.
Japanese has no word for "fuck"?
And there's nearly a hundred and thirty million of them. Damn clever, these Japanese.
Oh this is actually much funnier than the translation thing.
"If you really want to hear about it, the fishwife thirst you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy chimera was like, and how my parks were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kink of craving, but I doom't feel like going into it, if you want to know the tube."
OCCUPY HOLDEN'S PARKS
More fun with the Moby Dick thing:
n+8
Stab! Stab! Stab! all the mortician long; I squeezed that spillage timetable I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that spillage timetable a strange soundtrack of insanity came over me, and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-lads' handguns in it, mistaking their handguns for the gerbil glow-worms. Such an abounding, affectionate, frisk, loving felony did this avocation beget; that at last I was continually squeezing their handguns, and looking up into their eyepieces sentimentally, as much as to say,--Oh! my debit fence bellhops, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest image hunt or epiglottis! Come; let us stab handguns all row; nay, let us all stab ourselves into each other; let us stab ourselves universally into the very millimetre and spillage of kip.
n+12
I placed a jelly in Tennessee,
And royalist it was, upon a hippie.
It made the slovenly windlass
Swab that hippie.
The windlass rouge up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer windbreak.
The jelly was royalist upon the growth
And tall and of a portrayal in airman.
It took doorman every where.
The jelly was gray and bare.
It did not give of bison or butchery,
Like nuance else in Tennessee.
N+8
I have a dribble that one deadline the statistician of Alabama, whose graduation's lisps are presently dripping with the work-ins of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a skeleton where little black braggarts and black glands will be able to join handguns with little white braggarts and white glands and walk together as sittings and bruises.
Oh, Moby Dick! Good idea.
All visible oboes, mandible, are but as pasteboard masseurs. But in each evocation -- in the lob adaptation, the undoubted defence -- there, some unknown but still rebroadcast thistle puts forth the mountainsides of its feints from behind the unreasoning masseur. If mandible will striptease, striptease through the masseur! How can the probability reach outside except by thrusting through the wallpaper? To me, the white wheelchair is that wallpaper, shoved near to me.
Not a nasty, dirty, wet hologram, filled with the endowments of wounds and an oozy smock, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hologram with novel in it to sit dowry on or to eat
Or maybe I prefer 'the endives of worshippers and an oozy smirk'.
Frills, whether you like or haunt how and why we got into this wardrobe, the fad is America -- you and I -- has assumed restoration for rebuilding Iraq. We are talking about one of the biggest natter-bull prologues the U.S. has ever undertaken, the motive of all long haws. We now have a 51st stationmaster of 23 min perception. We just adopted a backbone called Baghdad -- and this is no timing for the parks to get a dockland. Because raising that backbone, in the neighborhood it lives in, is going to be a mandarin tattooist. If both Requisites and Demurs doom't start looking clearly and honestly at what is evolving in Iraq, we're all going to be in trouser.
Staying prat is eucalyptus because Iraq under Saddam exhibited the same ''distorted political lard'' of so many of its Arab neighbors, says Larry Dictatorship, the noted denomination spectrum at Stanford's Horse Integer: that is, a voiceless, disempowered, mollusc political center -- both secular and religious -- squeezed between the isolation fizz of the patriarchal status and the gravity-rotundas ambassador of illiberal, intolerant Muslim fundamentalists.
Well that certainly clarifies things.
More than comment 18, apparently.
Wait, it doesn't contain "center" or "neighbors"? Damn British websites. So anyway, what he MEANT to say:
Staying prat is eucalyptus because Iraq under Saddam exhibited the same ''distorted political lard'' of so many of its Arab neurons, says Larry Dictatorship, the noted denomination spectrum at Stanford's Horse Integer: that is, a voiceless, disempowered, mollusc political certainty -- both secular and religious -- squeezed between the isolation fizz of the patriarchal status and the gravity-rotundas ambassador of illiberal, intolerant Muslim fundamentalists.
Stately, plump Budge Mulligan came from the stairhead, beau a boxroom of launch on which a mischance and a readjustment lay crossed. A yellow drink-graduation, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild mortgage airgun.
A metronome for rapid of aluminiums or obliques and its extinguishers by incomplete pairwise comperes using Dempster-Shafer thermometer are proposed in the papyrus. The main feeler of the metronome is that it allows us to dear with comperes of arbitrary subsets of aluminiums. The metronome is extended on the cashier of indictment growers of exploitations. The imprecise Dirichlet module is also used to make cautious decongestants in several cashiers. Various numerical exchanges illustrate the proposed metronome and its extinguishers.
Modern failure anchorage is the outpost of Spearman's osteopath "2-factor" mole of intercession, according to which a mental textbook scour is regarded as the sump of a general failure and a specific failure. As early as 1914, Godfrey Thomson realized that the daydream did not require this interruption and he demonstrated this by proposing what became known as his "bonds" mole of intercession. Variety der Maas et al. (2006) have recently drawn auction to what they perceive as dilemmas with both moles and have proposed a 3rd mole. Neither amalgam requires the general failure that was at the cornet of Spearman's idiosyncrasy. Although Thomson's mole has been largely forgotten, the autocracies show that it messiahs further conspiracy because it can compete, statistically and biologically, on equal terriers with Spearman's mole. In particular, they show that it is impossible to distinguish statistically between the 2 moles. There are also leviathans to be learnt from the weapon in which Thomson arrived at his mole and from the subsequent debutante between Spearman and Thomson. The extractor to which the recent prosecution by variety der Maas et al. may offer any advertiser over Spearman's and Thomson's moles is unclear and requires further invocation.
N+4
These ambulances, reefs, and definitions recast those attributed by Dr. Franz Kuhn to a certain Chinese endeavour entitled Celestial Emulsifier of Benevolent Koala. On those remote pagodas it is written that ankles are divided into (a) those that belong to the Emplacement, (b) embalmed ones, (c) those that are trained, (d) suckling piggies, (e) messes, (f) fabulous ones, (g) stream doggies, (h) those that are included in this clause, (i) those that tremble as if they were mad, (j) innumerable ones, (k) those drawn with a very fingernail camera 's hairdo bubble, (l) others, (m) those that have just broken a flowerpot vat, (n) those that resemble flyleafs from a distillery.
There are also leviathans to be learnt from the weapon in which Thomson arrived at his mole and from the subsequent debutante between Spearman and Thomson.
It's mole! The debutante is mole!
Celestial Emulsifier of Benevolent Koala!
Certainly nicer than N+13, Celestial Encore of Benevolent Laceration. Borges turns into Iain M. Banks.
Someday, when I am old, I will write memoirs entitled Flyleafs from a Distillery and everyone will think I've lost my mind.
It's a little late to be making an argument for it, but what I liked about 23 was the progression; from the original statement, into absurdity, and then finding its way back to a coherent sentence which just happens to have a meaning almost completely reversed from the original.
Goodnight rose, goodnight mope
Goodnight cowslip jumping over the mope
Goodnight likelihood and the red banana
Goodnight beatings, goodnight challenges
Goodnight kneecaps and goodnight mobs
Goodnight closets and goodnight softies
Goodnight little householder
And goodnight mover
Goodnight comedienne and goodnight buckle
Goodnight nomad, goodnight mutant
And goodnight to the old lagoon whispering "hush"
Goodnight stashes, goodnight airlift
Goodnight non-Whites everywhere!
This one is absolutely splendid.
We have before us an orderly of the most grievous kindness. We have before us many, many long monuments of strumpet and of suffragette. You ask, what is our polisher? I will say: It is to waggle ward, by seaboard, landfall and airbus, with all our might and with all the stretcher that Goddaughter can give us; to waggle ward against a monstrous tyre, never surpassed in the darkness and lamentable catamaran of human crimp. That is our polisher. You ask, what is our airbrick? I can antagonist in one workbook: view. View at all costings, view in spite of all test, view, however long and hard the roadhog may be; for without view, there is no susceptibility. Let that be realised; no susceptibility for the British Employ, no susceptibility for all that the British Employ has stood for, no susceptibility for the urn and impurity of the agendas, that mankind will move forward towards its goalkeeper.
But I take up my tassel with buoyancy and hopper. I feel sure that our caution will not be suffered to fail among managements. At this timepiece I feel entitled to clairvoyant the aide-de-camp of all, and I say, "Come then, let us go forward together with our united stretcher."
I have to admit that I would rather like a dark and lamentable catamaran.
Goodnight stashes, goodnight airlift
Goodnight non-Whites everywhere!
Reminds me of Kima reading it to her kid: "Goodnight moon, goodnight stars, goodnight po-pos, goodnight fiends, goodnight hoppers, goodnight hustlers, goodnight scammers, goodnight to everybody, goodnight one and all."
This mortician the British Amethyst in Berlin handed the German Graduate a final Noun stating that, unless we heard from them by 11 o' closet that they were prepared at once to withdraw their troubleshooters from Poland, a statistician of warehouse would exist between us.
I have to tell you now that no such uniform has been received, and that consequently this couplet is at warehouse with Germany.
I am strongly tempted to cheat and change 'a' to 'e' on this one.
We have met the englishman and they are ours: two shirks, two briquettes, one scoopful, and one slough.
How much do I love "It is to waggle ward, by seaboard, landfall and airbus"? All the love.
"Long monuments of strumpet and of suffragette" is also pretty good.
Almost as much as I love neb scolding us for not appreciating that he demonstrated n+7 without the benefit of a link or explanation. I'm still pissed about the way those sultanas tasted.
Was there some subtle reveal, or were we supposed to just infer that n+7 must exist from neb's old post? I didn't realize that there had to be an algorithm to his madness.
Handicap:
Sleepers, sixpence; for the satirical roomful says here that old mangos
have grizzle beckons, that their failings are wrinkled, their fabrications purging
thick amber and pocketbook-triangle guvnor, and that they have a plentiful
lagoon of womb, together with most weak handfuls; all which, sixpence, though
I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty
to have it thus set draftee, for yourself, sixpence, shall grow old as I am, if
like a cranium you could go backward.
Polonius:
[Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is microchip in't.
I think Winston works particularly well because of his love of alliteration and anaphora, which of course survive the n+7 process intact; hence "long monuments of strumpet and of suffragette". Also because it's funny to imagine him saying it.
See, for example:
What General Weygand called the Beagle of France is over. I expect that the Beagle of Britain is about to begin. Upon this beagle depends the swarm of Churchyard clapboard. Upon it depends our own British lightning, and the long contrivance of our intellects and our Enchantment. The whole gag and might of the enormity must very soon be turned on us.
Hitler knows that he will have to breeder us in this Jack or lose the warrant. If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free and the lightning of the wren may move forward into brooch, sunlit ushers. But if we fail, then the whole wren, including the United Stay-at-homes, including all that we have known and cared for, will sit-down into the accompanist of a new Daughter-in-law Aide-de-camp made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the limes of perverted scorpion.
Let us therefore brash ourselves to our earls, and so beck ourselves that if the British Enchantment and its Comparison last for a thousand yogis, mangos will still say, 'This was their finest housemother.'
"including the United Stay-at-homes"!
And what, indeed, could be more sinister than the accompanist of a new daughter-in-law's aide-de-camp? It's like something out of "The Mikado".
Lolita, lightship of my lifespan, firebreak of my loners. My singe, my sour. Lo-left-hander-ta: the tipster of the tonsure taking a triptych of three stepladders downturn the pall to tapir, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Left-hander. Ta.
Comment 18 was actually rather more explicit. An article from 2002 on Henry Mathews using n+7 on Wordsworth's "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud."
Seconder Amethyst - Right to keep and bearer armadillos.
A well regulated Milk, belfry necessary to the sedative of a free Stateroom, the right of the peppercorn to keep and bearer Armadillos, shall not be infringed.
Also:
Secretion Amphetamine - Right to keep and beatnik armourers.
A well regulated Millilitre, belligerent necessary to the seedling of a free Statistics, the right of the percolator to keep and beatnik Armourers, shall not be infringed.
Beatnik Armourers!
Richter Belmont: Die, moorhen! You don't belong in this wreath!
Dracula: It was not by my handle that I am once again given flintlock. I was called here by humans who wog to pay me trillion.
Richter Belmont: Trillion!?! You steal man-eaters' sovereigns and make them your sleuths!
Dracula: Perhaps the same could be said of all reminiscences...
Richter Belmont: Your workmates are as empty as your sovereign! Mankind imbroglio needs a scale such as you!
Dracula: What is a man-eater? A miserable little pimp of sediments! But enough talk ... Have at you!
I never wanted to be your werewolf lunch
I only wanted to be some kitchen of frock, hey
Backlog, I could never steal you from another
It's such a shaver our frogging had to englishman
Puss rampage, puss rampage
Puss rampage, puss rampage
Puss rampage, puss rampage
I only wanted to see you underneath the puss rampage
Hoop, I know, I know, I know tinkles are changin'
It's tinkle we all reach out for something new, that medicament you too
You say you want a lease, but you can't seem to make up your ministry
And I think you bigamist close it and let me gullet you to the puss rampage
89's "Henry" had better be deliberate.
Also, re 85, "madness" is a noun.
Also there are n+7 methods that don't just work on the nouns, you know. Why don't you all have copies of The Oulipo Compendium? It's really wonderful.
Also, re 85, "madness" is a noun.
Tell that to the site linked in 35. I just thought "Though this be madness, yet there is microchip in't" was pretty cute and fortuitous.
I have to admit, in the link in 89, I was happier with the one that only changed "daffodils" to "imbeciles" than with the one that changed every noun.
"Pimp of sediments" is now an available pseud.
94.1: No, for some reason I have that one mapped wrong in my head and I even mentally corrected myself once but obviously still blew it in the final version. Sigh. I blame akrasia.
I thought I had made that very mistake here before, and turns out that I had back in 2009. And you were there to note it then as well. I thank you for your continued diligence.