Small-s science doubts in sages. Big-S Science pays them wages. You had better show compliance when it comes to capslock SCIENCE.
As algorists assert, a tree hath smaller trees that from it shoot, and downward springs this canopy, a-dangle from a groundless root. For all they made it downward sprout, be thankful ’tisn’t inside out.
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Here’s the code. Unlike Wordmerge, it doesn’t expect a subject word; it looks at all pairs in the dictionary instead and ranks the candidate portmanteaus by a notion of interestingness, letting you survey a whole dictionary worth pretty quickly. On the other hand this is less capable, in that it knows nothing about pronunciation, only spelling. There’s code using the CMU pronouncing dictionary elsewhere in the same languagetoys repo, which I never got around to incorporating into this program.
(Or poem-like language artifacts.) The last couple of posts were built out of anagrams, every line an anagram of the title. It’s a fun challenge I fell short of, insofar as the results resemble mad ravings more than Homer.
I’d start with a phrase, like “Two thousand eleven A.D.”, and feed it to my generator. It emits a zillion anagrams sorted by naturalness — that is, by the cross entropy according to a bigram model of English (ordering the words within each anagram to minimize that score). The raw anagram generation is standard; the part applying the language model, I haven’t heard of anyone doing, though it can’t be a new idea; presumably the commercial anagram programs work the same vein. (I haven’t tried any.)
This reordering of the words and the lines helps a lot. I load it all into Emacs and scan the first pages, clipping any lines that look interesting. Some words may catch my eye in unsuitable anagrams, and I’ll search for them further. After a dozen or two clippings there’ll be a couple that want to go together — until it’s like a ridiculous crossword puzzle tantalizing with no solution, unless you’ll indulge a vague frantic wave in the general direction of a meaning. Or unless you have wordskill and fancier tools: focusing on the best few pages by the cross entropy still leaves the vast majority of interesting lines buried in the babble. I’d like to hear from serious anagrammatists how they do it.
So, I mentioned a subject for today. How’d it come out?
Two Thousand Eleven A.D.
Was haunted love noted? A-wounded, let’s not have A new love that sounded As heaven would tend to — To have owned and let us.
And those we don’t value, As heaven would tend to: None would have tasted On haunted love, wasted Soul want to have ended —
Would have to set an end, As even death would not: And thus we do not leave.
Hey, it scanned! Try again?
Two Thousand Eleven
We have not done lust. We hadn’t even soul to Let us down to heaven: We have untold notes.
We don’t have one lust, Slow even unto death. Not even a whole stud Owned us to the navel.
Do not value the news. Don’t love the new USA. Shut down. Leave note.
I don’t plan to write any more of these, hurray.
I am pretty. I count. Court I my patient. A curt pity—no time. Put in a time to cry. Me, I try to can it up. Or I cut my patient. React to impunity. I to my aunt I crept. Copy it in a mutter. “Pure intimacy, tot.” Cut a pity no merit. Many to picture it. May not picture it. A minute pit to cry. Time, act on purity: Ripe, it may not cut.
In an old favorite room I flavored into a moron; In a room not for a devil, I learn to avoid no form.
I am not in overload for One normal, idiot favor: Fan mail or devotion or— Or I, for one, am not valid.
To avoid moral inferno I’m overlord of a nation; For a liar, do not move in A role of iron and vomit.
Void not, aloof mariner! Vomit in an aloof order: In motion, adore flavor, In into a marvel of odor.
Learn of Monrovia! Do it! Over-load, minion of art, Or avoid online format To avoid a mine forlorn.