So, friend and code magician Chris made this thing yesterday:
It makes poems out of interactive fiction, and I dig everything about it. I dig what it creates and what it uses to create it. I especially dig that the poem emerges from the places the robots meet. I find that oddly romantic. Robot romance? I SAID IT. They’re crawling around in that tangle of words, spitting poetry like sparks whenever they collide. (See? ROMANTIC.)
I’m very into this.
I pretty much left it running all morning, periodically checking in to see what it had created while I’d been gone.
Over the morning I amassed a little pile of screenshots capturing all the things I liked too much to let disappear.
And then at some point, I started writing.
I don’t usually write poetry, because I’m too long-winded to be any good at it. The precision required escapes me. But watching those tiny kiss stories create themselves made me want to create something back.
So. A series of first kisses, as inspired by robots…
A minute before the kiss
Streetlight puddled on pavement
Someone’s curious cat
Oh, fuck it
The moment before the kiss
Nerves humming, lights buzzing
A handful of his leather jacket
The pause after the kiss
Time pulls tight and stretches
The afternoon, out there, slips into the ocean
But in here
Planning for the kiss
No more than that, we say
We’re drunk though
And, you know,