if(!me.IsNextTo(you))
{
me.SearchFor(you, me.youPos);
}
if(!me.you_pos || world.FindDistance(me.pos, me.youPos) > me.acceptableTravel)
{
me.Feel(emotions.sad);
}
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if(!me.IsNextTo(you))
{
me.SearchFor(you, me.youPos);
}
if(!me.you_pos || world.FindDistance(me.pos, me.youPos) > me.acceptableTravel)
{
me.Feel(emotions.sad);
}
Code Poem - Hannah Weiner
While (the dawn) break;s
Stuck into the snow
Matchsticks and whistling dust
While (the dawn) break;s
Against the thought of a younger
Let younger = stronger
Let stronger = weaker
Let weaker = younger
And go to matchsticks
Go to the closing
Whimper
Whistle
Whittle
Two broken glasses at closing time
One napkin left balling in tupperware
Demonstrate that person is equivalent to no person
And there will be no audience left to witness
Stuck into matte hair, gum hair, pulled at the scalp
Flickers of dandruff, like fireflies, like small stars against black sheets
Do keep running fingerpads over the back of knuckles
Keep whittling
Until the brush runs flat
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Conway’s Game of Life
int * x = malloc(sizeof(int));
sleep(x);
free(x);
- N. A. Picard @watchmirrorgun
toBe
function toBe(self, universe) {
Object * self = new Object();
self.conscious = true;
for (moment in universe.eternity) {
self.render();
universe.render(
self.render(),
universe.render(
self.render(),
universe.render()),
self.render(),
universe.render());
self.render();
universe.render();
}
return true && false;
}
- N. A. Picard @watchmirrorgun
./code --poetry This website displays a collection of twelve code poems, each written in the source code of a different programming language. Every poem is also a valid program which produces a visual representation of itself when compiled and run. An expanded version of this collection is also available in full colour print and e-book formats. These books contain five new and exclusive poems in addition to the poems on this website.
a project by Daniel Holden and Chris Kerr.
Poem: Bryan Woods
Author's note: I've recently become fascinated by the idea of creating art that destroys itself when consumed. For example, digital albums that remove themselves from their web servers after being downloaded once, computer programs that slowly corrupt themselves, etc. This is the first project I've completed with this goal in mind. These poems, which are meditations on disintegration, will slowly be destroyed by each person who reads them, one character at a time. I have deleted the only copy of these poems in order to allow you to take part in truly destroying them. READ MORE