[Newspoetry] a game for the future tense

[DL Emerick]

DITTY STAY AFTER TUNE
Don't stay, my love,
don't stay away from me...
though it would be better,
oh so much better,
if I could stay the time,
and pass the time,
staying in love with you...

Don't stay, my love,
don't stay so far away,
though you know your ways,
of how they go away,
have their own days away
and stay me away from you...

Still in the time we'd be
holding and staying in love,
holding hands of time back,
so it does not wave away us.

Don't stay, my love,
so far away from me,
don't stay in hiding misery,
oh hide no pain away,
speak, reach and touch me,
stay, stay, to say us now.


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Take a poem, any old one will do --
I've supplied my own, above --
and you are welcome to play this game that way,
with your own collection of lines,
that you may imagine to be a poem,
or a story, or even an essay...

the only requirement is for the collection
to have some parse to it into small segments...

Now, take the lines and run them against the web,
google by google,
giga-gaggle giggle goggle gallery galore...


When you do that,
you get search scores
for the lines...

the pattern for the above poem is
0.507.311.5740.0.14600.28
0.185.0.0.0.0
0.0.0.0
0.0.0.0.0.0

Now, except for that miserable line saying "and pass the time" -- and maybe "though it would be much better" --
the technical scores on this poem come in,down there near zero...  which I'd think is pretty good, for a "love poem" -- except that I have nothing, whatsoever, to compare this score with...

It is interesting, in the searches, to look at all of the hits on the web, especially for the small scoring items <<<>>> for, let's face it, no one is going to read hundreds and thousands and more hits on the web engine searchings... to see what the scoop is on the phrase in question...

<<<>>> although I am sure some soulless linguistic mechanic is out there right now, hocking a web digester, of the texts that the search engines find, and that only the search engine digesters will have time to understand, if anything on this planet every does...


Speculatively, I guess, we are looking for the phrases that have no probability of being uttered, until we find them said, and yet we do not want them randomly slung together, by the mindless machines...

Oh, someplace in this spinning, a Wheel of Fortune could become this Web Browsing game, played against the databases of inscrutable phrases...

"You said the phrase was "rare" and the Web said "Notta chance. buddy -- there were 10 zillion hits on it... ie 10 zillion zits..."

It's all news to a poetry gone mad,
a poetics of madness in the news,
as mad as it is to news the poetic.