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My name is Paul Thompson. Hello, how do you do? This blog is for the things that I have made. Mostly procedurally generated gifs and remixed text. I also make programs to assist in the computerised creation of poetry. GitHub Poetry Twitterbot

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Cryptic band name quiz! You have to guess what band or artist the picture represents. I made a bunch of these about ten years ago for a now defunct website. Found them again on a forgotten hard drive.

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Magnetic poetry: never not fun! This is from Haughty or Naughty [github]. Also look at Olioetry [github] for a phrase-based version forked from the same code.

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Guess what? I'm learning Unity! A guy at work recommended it to me and I've been playing about with it for the last two weeks. The interface is intuitive, and there's some good tutorials that walk you through what to do. It's pretty great; if you already know C# you can start coding right away.

For a learning project, I made Tetris. All the sprites were copied from the Game Boy game, and I tried to match that version in terms of mechanics as well. It's a pretty decent port, I think.

There are a few graphics issues and there's no sound, but it's not bad for two weeks newbie work. You can play it in your browser here.

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Scratchy Mondrian. [code]

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My Daddy brought his company's iPad home for the weekend. It is the iPad that he uses to demonstrate his product to his clients. It had an app installed called "My Scrapbook" or something, but what it didn't have was password protection. I hope my Daddy's clients will appreciate this scrapbook that I made for them, and that it will inspire them to buy my Daddy's very important products.

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Scratchy rectangle shapes. Lines with origin and destination points that are subtly randomised around a point. Creates a naturalistic cross-hatching effect. For the shape on the left in the first image, the borders are drawn before the fill. For the shape on the right, the borders are drawn after the fill. (I'll post the code when it's a bit more tidy.)

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Using Orteil's RandomGen to convert a very old band name generator I made in Bash. It's so, so fun to make these, and this engine is pretty powerful and very simple.

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Diamonds on a white background. Bit of an Aladdin Sane vibe.

[Link to Processing code]

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War Trudge

Crouched by bluebells, Stumbling and floundering, I saw his eyes close. Distant rest began to work its own death. One dies of war trudge.

Dead men tried to peg out soldierly fatigue; A scarlet ferry across the channel Bent double like time. All went lame but limped on, Deaf even to the trudge.

His hanging face, him drowning. The magnificent recession of Disappointed froth-corrupted farewell. We in Paradise are cursed and hurting. In your fifty smothering dreams, you too.

Can’t shake hands now. Less life than white existence. Even microbes have their backs Towards our sev’rance.

If in some prejudiced parts When I’m lugged gargling from the dust, Bitter as the devil’s sick And ripped from far Nirvana…

With my every jolt Being the wind, Nothing more than air…

Must I be his load?

— Let’s die home With any old disease And miss the drowning.

We’d hate to live dead.

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Cut-up based on 14 poems by Wilfred Owen.

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Plugging these into this.

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Tetris-style pixel squares. Made up of rings of squares on top of each other. Might be interesting to create an actual platformer using this sort of flickering abstractness. Maybe a little too Redder, though... [Processing code]

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Snowball Lipograms

o go now down north london grottos o on top soon grows common dogwood o to jog from woods thrown blossom o so oft gold frogs follow solomon o do not crow known months sorrows o no god took forth worlds comfort o lo too soon blows strong monsoon

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Snowballs generated by my Snowball Poem Generator. Using the -x option to exclude the characters AEIUY results in poems where O is the only vowel.

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The World Pours

The world pours.

Swallows changed but nothing is pale in the mammoth sand upon a clock swallow. It will flat in its whiplash hand corners and then to me; or else.

The dust earth of the root on its hill has cringe longer stickiness. Summer, flies wounded the ocean. The bones in the vice of the steel of inspection.

The owl roosting, collapsed a pig. Convenience is her blue-dark glow.

Carp-like sophistry is going to hole like squabbles of oxen inaction tearing perfect crannies. A jab from the body: flings a jig.

Bare-blown perfect tide-rip. With the swallow screech the sobbing depth slakes scissors at the top. The key feather: be idle.

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Cut-up poem generated by The Text Mixing Desk by the Lazarus Corporation.

Input text is three poems by Ted Hughes: Work and Play The Warm and the Cold Hawk Roosting

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Messing about with Processing.

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Original sentence

"Somebody’s blunt-faced bees, dipping under the thyme-spray." -- from Armed With Madness by Mary Butts [via]

Input pattern

Somebody's [adjectivePhysicalAppearance]-[bodyPartPossessedAnimal] [animalBugAirPlural], [verbIngMovementQuick] [prepositionSpace] the [plantHerb]-[plantGroupLoose].

Output sample

• Somebody's big-winged butterflies, zipping over the sage-fog. • Somebody's tall-hipped midges, cartwheeling around the mint-bramble. • Somebody's bloody-winged moths, hiding beneath the basil-bush. • Somebody's pretty-eyed ladybirds, dipping beside the lavender-shrub. • Somebody's curly-tailed wasps, floating near the chamomile-sprigs. • Somebody's tall-faced dragonflies, jigging over the fennel-stalks. • Somebody's short-finned flies, creeping among the sweetleaf-burr.