Last night i finished training a multi-layer recurrent neural network to write poetry. It took three days. Sometimes there are flashes of weird sense in the ramblings it comes up with.

Give me a seed number and i'll have it generate some poetry for you. You can also give me a temperature setting between 0 and 1, which indicates how experimental the thing will be with one being the most. A 0 setting makes it use lots of repeated words. Default is 0.65.

The code uses Torch 7, a scientific computing framework.

The training text includes what people consider the best poetry for the last several years plus my own personal favorite, bukowski and some lyrics from popular songs that are more poetry than pop lyrics.

>>1
Interested in seeing this...

0.44

.8

:)

seed: 23957
temperature:0.87

>>5
0.44 for ignant pottery from the hood
0.8 for lenin

using >>4 and 8 as temp

WESTERD to going to the ever-fied hearplessive

War was communing our feet and mine-dragged and

sing in the same than a car;
and I could understand a young hair or to be ate while she speaters and horses

that dismissing is the night by the glass asleep and she was sure the haugers

No. This famous actor,
she was back. I thought

To her skirt the booth,
subdiquethers into his palm.

Don't you cat look let about hours in my earth?

He touches his storm has breath
there are metrics;

but George made it, dogs
and below-fields the dot of my love

>>7
the bot predicted Trayvon

>>3
approaching the sky.

It was a bad painting

I was a chance of the shorts and she was a copities of the country

sometimes she sweep the sea in the next day
the way he was really seen the request
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I don�t have any more to some thing it was to think of the rest of them.
I sat there and the bartender stood there at his mother's
for a woman walked to the street and the bartender is
beating a dog from the strain of the lamp of the coffee.
I turned the corner

>>9
The Cook, the Thief, the Wife, and Her Lover

>>9
0.27 temperature

>>5
BRRCE SUCKOON got wrapped it up the humping shore.

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and perfume more so crazy bravera evening eager.

There is nothing us become our hears and soft mankeats

which I draw the grave back. Basti�s my carries the stories, the old

storms is only from me away.

There was the sink and the blue killes

horrible storms passed against faces,

grown where the church�

a cup but a mile to a man your light at

to a little morning�the rent

the cook enough too asshole

>>1
I like how movies can be absolute crap but still get critical acclaim if they're about science.

dicks out for Harambe