Shannonizer. (via Pickover)

I shannonized the previous sonnet:

Skin is the courage to give, and blood, the species
of death; I started from dreams of The Answer must solace our lostness with that I saw them writhe with
a path. And then all is the Only Palimpsest Out of myrrh, melodious ulcer comes a hideous-- you could
have slept last I dared-- of the monster had always deemed them writhe with just such dreams of PERVERSENESS. This gift, like a path. with a way
where none may go, through the species of the last night. We carve passage in flames went utterly out;
I had the monster had always been strange things narrated-- and blood, and would have rid myself of
the deepest slumber-- fables I have had always been strange, through the hot breath of my proud, through the pit." (edited by Poe)

Verlan. (via Caterina)

In Search of the Authentic Other.

Excerpt from Hiroshima Notes.

Mark Twain: from Huckleberry Finn

   "To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would fardels bear, till Birnum Wood do come to Dunsinane,
But that the fear of something after death
Murders the innocent sleep,
Great nature's second course,
And makes us rather sling the arrows of outrageous fortune
Than fly to others we know not of.
There's the respect must give us pause:
Wake Duncan with thy knockings! I would thou couldst;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The law's delay, and the quietus which his pangs might take,
In the dead waste and middle of the night, when churchyards yawn
In customary suits of solemn black,
But that the undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveler returns,
Breathes forth contagion on the world
And thus the native hue of resolution, like the poor cat i' the adage,
Is sicklied o'er with care,
And all the clouds that lowered o'er our housetops,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. But soft you, the fair Ophelia:
Ope not thy ponderous and marble jaws,
But get thee to a nunnery--go!"