sleep [‘S’, ‘L’, ‘IY1’, ‘P’] no [‘N’, ‘OW1’] more [‘M’, ‘AO1’, ‘R’]

This assignment it’s inspired in my current lack of sleep and anxiety. I think my code failed, which is ok. And it failed because at the moment it didn’t create a poem that made sense, mixed with the other texts or to be honest created a poem. But some outcomes are worth to be shown. The original texts come from Hamlet and Macbeth mental breakdowns, Kate Tempest “Let them eat chaos” album and wikipedia description of insomnia


-Devise a new poetic form and write a computer program that generates texts that conform to the poetic form you devised.-

This is an experiment that follows the idea of a poem encoded inside the DNA / RNA of a virus [Aichi virus] which is part of my thesis process. I created a jupyter notebook for this exercise based on Allison Parish class notes. The poem uses part of the first chapter from The book of Genesis.

Text experiments and dada poems

This last poem follows the double helix of the chemical structure of DNA. It takes the first line of the Genesis book; changing the word ‘God’ for ‘virus’ and the word’Spirit” to “DNA” or “RNA”

Future NASA rovers – fiction stories

I started with the Dada poem example and work with an article that talks about the difference between astrological and mathematical black holes from Quantum magazine. I found the theme had a lot of poetry by itself.

“There are astrophysical black holes, and then there are mathematical ones. Astrophysical black holes sit in galactic centers, emit jets of hot plasma, and on occasion swallows stars. You have heard of those. Mathematical black holes, on the other hand, serve as the focus of physicists’ thought experiments. They are not formed from collapsing stars, they have existed forever, and they sit in an empty universe. They may be infinitely large, have perfect mirrors around them, or extend into six dimensions of space. You have heard of those too, but maybe you didn’t notice

First Dada Poem: Blackholes.

Then the Opportunity Mars rover was finished its mission and I found the last message from it so beautiful that I wanted to imagine future explorers and their whereabouts.

So I created another Dada poem with the thank you tweet from the Curiority Rover. Which became the following poem:

Then, I used the A house of dust poem to create the future whereabouts of the next exploration NASA rovers. I’m really happy with the outcome, more than poems they are small science fiction stories.

This is one of my favorites:

Transcribe exercise

-Transcribe and/or digitize a text that has never existed in digital form before-


In this book you’ll find drawings of the magic folk I would encounter when I was young. I used to see them quite often, but only when I was alone, usually while walking or riding my bike. They’d sometimes appear to me on a dirt road near my house on in the woods, and once I saw one while wading up a mountain greek. They’d come from out behind a rock or a tree and linger for a moment staring at me, curious if they’d caught my attention or if they could still slip away unnoticed. Usually, before they’d vanish, they lock eyes with me and say a few words. At times it’d be in mumbles and other it’d be a strong important statement that they’d practically scream. In these moments I would be knocked off my feet and it was terrifying, But I was never too frightened. What they’d said always felt a bit comforting. Maybe it was because they were all women or girls my age and it always felt like they were giving me a piece of advice. They would pass me a saying or a little critique just before slipping away, as if I’d interrupted their travels and they were simply passing through my consciousness. Sometimes it would feel like they were ghosts of my ancestors trying to lead me on the right path in life, and other times they were just simply spooky women telling what to do. What DID terrify me was knowing how I couldn’t quite grasp a full vision of them in the moment and how later I could always recall vividly, in exact detail, what they looked like. After years of having their images stewing in my mind I can still scribble their likeness and it feels like a delayed haunting. This book was originally for my own documentation but I dont think im the only one whos seen these visions. Maybe some of them have presented themselves to others and in that I find solace. Hopefully this will serve as inspiration to those who wish to document their own, strange encounters, whateve they might be.


A pocket book of witch folk and demons

“Follow yer heart, it won’t lead ya nowhere bad.”

“Trust in yourself, no matter what.”

“Remember to take care of all things, big or small”

“Never leave home without a trusted weapon. Its not always a sword”

“Remember where your adventure started”

“Break things often”

“Don’t brake things just to try an’ figure out who you are”

“Question everything, even the stars”

“Say it to their faces”

“Don’t give them any room to interpret”

“Eat yer vegetables, ma’dear”

“Don’t do anything to much”