I am a grave poetic hen
That lays poetic eggs
And to enhance my temperament
A little quiet begs.
Ezra Pound, Statement of Being
As it turns out, the speech-to-text software on an iPhone is also a poetic hen. Leave the microphone on in the background of a conversation or whilst the television is on, and it, like Ezra Pound, will lay poetic eggs.
Here’s a selection of the best.
On the Road
Just driving to mice… It all feels colder weather and everything.
I put your face in the snow: conductive metal dust all in the snow.
Probably doesn’t, probably is.
Télégramme d’une Femme
Sophie Coldplay: Yes, Kokomo in the city STOP Precious STOP I love grandma all STOP
This Battlestar Galactica listing in charge.
Radio office. 20? No, never completely happy.
So please, chicken