In 1920, André Breton and Philippe Soupault published Les champs magnétiques ("The magnetic fields"), a book generally acknowledged to be the first major work of literary surrealism. Breton and Soupault composed the text by means of automatic writing, a technique Soupault praised as "granting the spirit a liberty which we had known only in our dreams... freeing ourselves from all logical apparatus."¹ That same supra-rational, ego-negating poetic impulse currently finds expression in the use of computers to generate verse, a process that can also produce brilliant non-sense. Far from being arid and mechanical, the best poetry software embodies the personality of its author, imposing broadly consistent tone and form upon the output. The five lyrics that comprise The quantum fields were generated using McPoet 4.5 by Chris F. Westbury and The Surrealist Compliment Generator by Banjo Ruthless Creations, occasionally amended with non-automatic editorial interventions by the composer. The texts are narrated by Daniel, a posh British speaking voice built into the Mac's OS X operating system, who delivers his unhinged lines with imperious detachment.
¹ "Elles nous conduisirent a considerer la poesie comme une liberation, comme la possibilite (peut-etre la seule) d'accorder a l'esprit une liberte que nous n'avions connue que dans nos reves et de nous delivrer de tout appareil logique." Philippe Soupault, Profits perdus, 1963.
No. 1: Of flowers and assassins to travel or to leave only the heart knows the days of snake and tourist are gone and the gray earth saunters is it really foolish the disposable butterfly is the envy of every image the erect serpent is the envy of every father the surly sleazy dog vomits with reckless abandon and somewhat the eternal dog exists softly softly
No. 2: Resistant rabbits by all accounts resistant rabbits are domestic resistant rabbits down down down into the darkness of the resistant rabbits gently they go the native the nocturnal the incontinent pickled pigs however will always be slaughtered do pickled pigs make you shiver do they don't believe that mature males are little mature males are big beyond belief pickled pigs are just the thing to get me wondering if mature males are handsome one afternoon I said to myself why aren't British birds more fat-free British birds are greasy British birds are rotund British birds are incontinent diabetic dogs however will always be vicious never forget the malicious and malevolent diabetic dogs
No 3: I wonder where gravy comes from I hear chanting weeping the gnashing of teeth I want the whole pie I touch the mildewed dampness I worry that consciousness is eternal I cry rivulets of broth I understand nothing I say I shall not be sublimated into vapor but I am helpless to stop it I dream about multiple dimensions of being I try to tear the heart from my heaving chest I hope for searing heat and numbing chill I wonder where gravy comes from
No. 4: You wear your ears well, so charmingly heathen and true to the testament of loose fitting flesh your skin hangs like a teardrop on the tip of a knife seven donkeys and a concubine cannot compare with the tarnished sheen of your complexion your eyebrows are as verdantly forrested as the woodworms of my most sombre dreams the tiny sounds of ancient bees resound forth from the forrested coercions between your toes and the dimples of your breasts pucker evocatively when you smile the glow of your teeth exudes the courage of raw liver and your fingers staple pine nuts into everything you touch Your soul contains all that is found in insects pigs and vermin but your arms lengthen daily like the edges of a festering table
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