APG/1

Artificial Poetry Generation

Artificial Poetry Generation/1 was the graduation project of Sim Schindel and Omer Kursat, at the Boğaziçi University, in 1977. 

As a graduation requirement of the Associate Degree in Computer Programming curriculum, students were required to complete a project to develop a software application. In addition to implementation of the software (design, coding, debugging and demonstration), an accompanying term paper had to be presented.

Since the aim of the two-year program was to prepare students for immediate employment upon graduation, the selection of the subject matter was somewhat critical and had to be approved by the professors. The business applications such as payroll, stock control and accounting were most popular with the rest of the class, however Sim and I did not want to work on yet another "payroll" application—as far as we were concerned we were still in school, and we were hip, cool and progressive, and so we decided that we would deal with the boring real-life work later in life.

I am not sure how poetry generation came about as the topic, perhaps as an idea from Sim, or a book of poems that we were reading, possibly of modern poetry.  Also, I was into the the Beat Generation, heavily influenced by Jack Kerouac, and also the works of Clark Coolidge, Michael McClure, as well as the poetry of Jim Morrison.

I am not also sure how we came up with the APG/1 name—the name obviously dates the project (think 2001: A Space Odyssey, PL/1, UNIVAC, IBM and HAL). If it were today, we probably would have called it iPoem or Lyriko, and would program it to wake up every so often and tweet its output.

I think the “love and creativity” subtitle was an effort to identify it as an art project (as opposed to a business one), and probably to deliver a "love and peace" message as part of the hippie influence of those days—the message was also delivered on the buttons that I made for the team members (hand-made, shown above).

In retrospect, the complexity of the system seems rather trivial in light of today’s amazing spectrum of computer use in arts and literature and the advancements in computer technology. On the other hand, the results were pleasingly surprising for us, and were appreciated by fellow students and the professors, judging by the standards and expectations of those days. 

The system had hints of innovative smartness in it—deep down inside we knew that it was just random gibberish, but of the many stanzas that the system spewed out one would stand out every so often, delighting us with its wittiness, rhythms and rhymes, challenging us to try to look further into its meaning.

Now that I think about it, APG/1 was more than just a bunch of monkeys typing away, it was our creation—with its overall software design that defined its capabilities and limitations; with the tweaks that we had programmed to influence its behavior and style; and with the custom dictionary that we had built, which only had some three thousand words, but had the smarts of meter, rhyme, subject, and word classifications such as time, quantity, manner and quality. 

We also realized that the system could be used as a source of inspiration, a tool to stir up imagination.  We experimented with writing our own poems by combining APG/1 poetry; as we did not want to remove APG/1's contribution altogether, we only grouped together single lines and complete stanzas from different poems and did not make any alterations within a line. See some examples below.

With these in mind, I realize now that the system had met its expectations, and delivered poetry—artificial or otherwise.

APG/1 Poems - The following poems were generated by the Artificial Poetry Generation/1 project

UNTITLED

NO WEED WILL WHISPER MY MEGAPHONE
TERRIBLE WOMEN, THEY WIN WHICHEVER.

The very first APG/1 poem, 1977.


UNTITLED

AND THIS SLIPPERY BUSHMAN
PROPOSING YOUR ICEMAN EVIDENTLY TO ONLY THE FIREMAN


BETTY MEDITATES
NONETHELESS PERSISTING, WOODSMAN WILL APPRECIATE


NO CALENDAR TO ELOPE OR TO CEASE
THE FLIRTATION OF YOUR LENSES HAS OBJECTED HIM TO FEAST 

An original APG/1 poem, 1977.


OFF TO WAR

I WILL BE DEPARTING AND WITHSTANDING WITHOUT YOU
DO YOU DEPART TO CLAP


AMONG APPRECIATIONS AND ZEPPELINS TOY IS THE STARLESS ONE
WHY CLASSIFICATIONS DREAM WHILE EXPERIMENTATIONS DO NOT HIBERNATE
WHY DO REPUTATIONS PROTEST WHEN CONFIDENCE IS SO OBSCENE
I WILL BE CRITICIZING AND MOTIVATING WITHOUT YOU
NO ROBOT WILL ELECT MY EXHALATION
DO YOU CELEBRATE TO BITE


HIS TOLERANT DENSITY CRASHED TO HIM
FOR I MUST NOT TRANSLATE WITHOUT DISCIPLINE
HE COULD NOT SUBMIT THE WOMAN SO HE YELLED
IN THE CHURCHYARD, IN THE STEEP ARENA
DO YOU SMASH TO SINK


HE COULD NOT ELECT THE FLIGHT SO HE CONTROLLED
IF SCOTCH AND SODA COULD BE LIBRARY
A MELODY WOULD MOTIVATE WIDELY
I WILL BE PROTESTING AND DISDAINING WITHOUT YOU
DO YOU FUCK TO STARVE


KNOWING WAS ECSTATIC WHEN ALL THE WOMEN ARE ELECTING IN ROTTERDAM
HIS DOMINANT MACHINERY SPEAKS TO HIM
I WILL NEVER TRANSLATE AGAIN
OVER IN SANTIAGO SPECIFICATIONS ARE IDEAL AND THE WOMEN ARE SPITTING
HE COULD NOT FIGHT THE VITAMIN SO HE YELLED
DO YOU STEAL TO SCAN


LIKE A COMIQUE COMPLOT OR A MELLOW SIGHT
AND YOUR ECSTATIC FASCINATION OFFENDS DUMBLY
WITH AN IDEALIST THAT DID SURPRISE
I WILL NEVER DEPART AGAIN
FOR I MUST NOT TRANSLATE WITHOUT POLICE
I WILL NEVER INTRIGUE AGAIN
I WILL BE MOTIVATING AND SPITTING WITHOUT YOU
WITH A HEART BEAT THAT DID GRADUATE
HE COULD NOT SUCK THE SPECIFICATION SO HE PACKED
SHE IS MY CARTON WISE RADIATION


DO YOU RESCUE TO RETARD
I WILL NEVER CLAP AGAIN

Another original APG/1 poem, 1977.


CIVILIZATION

 THAT ASPIRIN HAS SET SEVEN CEMETERIES
PERHAPS CIGARETTES COULD BE TRAGEDIES


CARTON ELECTRICITY, CRYPTOGRAMMATIC CHRISTMAS TREES
APPROACHING AND DEPARTING, OR DECEIVING AND CONVICTING
ELECTRICITY OF YOUR CAROLINE IMAGINES DELIBERATELY THESE PARALLEL HIGHWAYS
INSTRUMENTS—AESTHETIC INDICATION, INSANE FEATURE—EXPECTS OVERLOOKING THE HAPPY REDWOOD
TEARFULLY INFLUENCING WITH PNEUMATIC MONKEYS, UNEASY
OR SELF-DESTRUCTION THAT AVOIDS YOU BIZARRELY


HESITANT BRILLIANCE
BLINDLY INTO SNOT


THE SENSE DID MOURN WITH SARCASM
FULL-GROWN RATTLE SNAKES ASCEND SEVERER
ILL FATED EARS ZIP HALFHEARTEDLY
INSINCERELY WE ANNIHILATE,
DISAGREEING AND OVERFEEDING OR LEAVING AND STREAKING
APPARENT ACTIVITIES DEVELOPED LIKE DEPRESSING BAGGAGE
FROM THE AGGRESSIVE PEPPERMINT, THE PEPPERMINT OF TRAGEDY HIT


SO THROWN, OUR INFINITY WILL THANK
SO CONTROLLED, OUR HEAVEN WILL STAY
THE ATTIC OF IDEAL, BULGING AS DAYBREAK


THINKING WITH MANHOOD
OVER THE DAFFODILS OF A HANDSOME FAIRYLAND
I AM CEMETERY, YOU ARE APARTMENT

Modified APG/1 poem (complete unmodified lines/stanzas from various poems have been grouped together), 1977.


UNTITLED

 SELF-DESTRUCTION OF ANIMATED IMAMS
THE SENSITIVE EYES THROWS ON


WITHOUT BREAD, WITHOUT TABLEAU, SPEAKERS ARE SIXTEEN
AND APPRECIATE WITH PALMY AQUAMARINE


SWEETLY WE SWITCH
SWEETLY WE TWITCH


SLIPPERY CAESAR AND SLIPPERY CAESAR
SNOW IS HE SEAWEED OF DESTRUCTION


CAESAR MUST DEMONSTRATE
TWITCH TO BE UNSEEN

Original APG/1 poem, 1977.


TO SIR WITH LOVE

DO YOU PHONE TO DREAM
FOR I MUST NOT COLLAPSE WITHOUT PRESTIGE


FOR I MUST NOT PHONE WITHOUT BIZARRENESS
THE OUTDATED ANTIQUITY CHEAPENS TO THE REASON AND UNITES AS IT EQUALS


WITH A BARRICADE THAT DID STANDARDIZE
DO YOU REAPPEAR TO SURPRISE

An original APG/1 poem, dedicated to Rifat Hoca (Doç. Dr. M. Rıfat Sağlam)


HATE IS A LEGEND

AS IF IT WERE FLOATING IN ICH LIEBE DICH
WITH A TOOTHPICK THAT DID YELL


ENJOYING AND A KNEELING
WHEN I RECOMMENDED CONVERSATION WAS YELLING


DO YOU ABASH TO ARREST
WHEN I CONTROLLED DELICACY WAS ARRESTING


SHE HAD TO ELECT ON TUESDAY
THROUGH CONFIDENCE IT ACTED AS IF PAYING


AND HE WAS WISE TO MASTURBATE
WITH ICE-CREAM SHE HAD RECOMMENDED NOW SHE SCREAMS WITHOUT RATE


THE CALCULATOR OF DEVIL MUST PASSIONATELY CLAP WHILE AUTOMOBILES SPIT
WITCHES ARE NOT CORRUPTED

Original APG/1 poem, 1977.