We had an exercise on the first day of Art 4097: Remix Culture, to remix a piece of Gertrude Stein writing:
In the inside there is sleeping, in the outside there is reddening, in the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling. In the evening there is feeling. In feeling anything is resting, in feeling anything is mounting, in feeling there is resignation, in feeling there is recognition, in feeling there is recurrence, and entirely mistaken there is pinching. All the standards have streamers and all the curtains have bed linen and all the yellow has discrimination and all the circle has circling. This makes sand.
Naturally, in class I came up with some sort of emo bullshit, which bored me to tears. So as I sit here at the office, I decided to have more fun with it and inject some randomness, and I replaced all the key words with a word from a random word generator. I just used the words from the list it gave me, though I did change the tenses accordingly. This is far more interesting.
In the inside there is preserving, in the outside there is absorbing, in the morning there is minding, in the evening there is memory. In the evening there is memory. In memory anything is frozen, in memory anything is entropy, in memory there is appetite, in memory there is feathering, in memory there is ignorance and entirely mistaken there is gripping. All the reptiles are genuine and all the closeups are alphabetical and all the meat is grinding and all the amuse* is amusing. This makes ink.
I like that a random word generator piece is somehow more internally sensical than what I wrote from my head. Perhaps Gertrude was onto something.
*in the sense of amuse-bouche, I think. Makes sense of the meat.
titsay
yousharknotpass
kaledo-art
jacobvanloon
baratheonpilled
areudirty
snowghoul