At 10:35 AM 8/11/02 -0700, John Wilson wrote: <snip>
...now if only Morgan could incorporate some verbal recursion, this might constitute a new Fractal form, requiring a different type of formula....
Computer generated prose (and poetry) created with fractal algorithms is being done. Here is a two- paragraph sample. The sentence structure is pretty much correct, but the whole thing equals nonsense. Apparently, fractals have quite a way to go before they write their first interesting short story. BEGIN FRACTAL GENERATED PROSE========== Rose, have a wide dryer. You won't shout it. If the elder tailors can converse stupidly, the smart book may measure more satellites. We sow solid frames alongside the sad outer camp, while Norman finitely answers them too. Some coconuts comb, kill, and clean. Others sneakily dine. Who creeps wistfully, when Pauline departs the cosmetic bandage in back of the hallway? Where will you order the closed noisy dusts before Terry does? Both pouring now, Russell and Ronnie help the handsome oceans brave the tight smog. Where did Harry climb at all the walnuts? We can't laugh billiards unless Ann smartly moves afterwards. Will you look at the fog, if George seemingly believes the bush? We tease the rich diet. What doesn't Russel recollect fully? To be stupid or angry will fear dry ulcers to nearly excuse. Don't mould a shirt! While weavers usably smell pools, the plates often play through the stale carpenters. END FRACTAL GENERATED PROSE============= Jim M.